eruption pending |
like a psychotic sine wave her heart's pulse the sharp creamy green on the screen, this toe tasting the colder water and is it sweet, savory, delicate?
the endless melody begs her to strike the m...
Posted by Sheena on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 06:49:00 PST |
my delight sweet |
Posted by Sheena on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 06:52:00 PST |
punto de quebrar |
every day she evaporates a little more. this wretched creature stirs in the shallow depths and thinks about gnawing at her jittery veins. her curling body retracting, she morphs and crawls...
Posted by Sheena on Sat, 17 Mar 2007 05:07:00 PST |
488 St. Marks |
The blues and grays they poke their way through, but she was shielded by the brilliance of a day they'll never forget. "I wish I could give you this feeling." Delusion threatened, that silent ki...
Posted by Sheena on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 09:52:00 PST |
destination-bound |
love travels like a rumor here. this stony heart was chiseled to dust and tragedy and triangle. the memory, the words, the language of the eyes that never existed. we come and go. and permanence...
Posted by Sheena on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 08:10:00 PST |
Flabbergasted |
So...CNN's Larry King nunca ha usado la red.
http://thinkprogress.org/2006/11/15/larry-king-internet/
http://www.micropersuasion.com/2006/11/king_of_the_web.html.
..
Posted by Sheena on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 08:05:00 PST |
[nothing goes here] |
brushing aside brash ocean waves, I am humbled and in awe of One who creates something out of nothing.
here please take this deep void,
this inconquerable tumor of an affliction
que es yo....
Posted by Sheena on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:14:00 PST |
A Rio Good Time |
"How can I repay the Lord for all His goodness to me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord...O Lord, truly I am Your servant...You have freed me from my chains.&n...
Posted by Sheena on Fri, 28 Jul 2006 04:06:00 PST |
as long as you're alive |
The wavering mind is doubted by all, the reed that bends is burdened by its weightlessness, and I am underwhelmed by my own intellect. The gears no longer lock into place, and the rusted wheels ...
Posted by Sheena on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 11:15:00 PST |
traveling at the speed of beautiful |
So there I was. My own car in my own rattlin' roller coaster. The old, creaky wooden sort. Blisters on my elbows. A tight grip on the cold, shiny bar that reflected my pok...
Posted by Sheena on Fri, 02 Jun 2006 09:46:00 PST |
