The Assignment: Compose a poem using only quotes from one piece of literature.

Literature: A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams

The long parade to the graveyard;

Those empty bottles -hold as our flag.

Dying was paid for with pretty flowers.

Not quite to the stage of humanity yet.

On the verge of -

Sometimes they even cry out to ( Read more... )

I’m sad today.

For the first time in so long.

“I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. This is crazy. Maybe this is why my stomach feels sick today… I have this feeling that something bad is happening. I don’t like this at all… Oh my gosh, I feel so low right now… what is this… I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know why I’m ( Read more... )

I felt compulsive even thought I know I’m not. I wanted to run because I knew I could be free, and alone. Everything was so loud; silence was killed the second I had a goal formed in my mind, and in my feet that fell onto the pavement because I knew no one was around to hear my screaming faults. My thoughts were faster than my feet and came ( Read more... )

Wednesday I had a dream

that I was walking with Hel through a playground

and we were talking about Caleb

and I was crying.

Thursday I had a dream

that Caleb and I were walking across

a soccer field together

holding hands

in a weird position because

I didn’t know what he was doing.

Friday I had a dream

that Caleb was telling me

that he missed me ( Read more... )

“I told you things would change this summer.”

-me to Lentz in the car driving home from Brian’s

I want them to.

I write everywhere; sometimes, I believe it’s the only thing I can do right.

on my mind during work

Dave and I gave each other good-bye smiles. Slow motion closed and opened our lashes to reveal visions of only each other as we held memories in our hearts for a timeless moment. It’s like we were two friends born into strangers and it was the ( Read more... )

I want to starve myself into non-existence.

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All I want to do is fall asleep in his bed. Spend the night in his bed.

Wake up in the morning in his bed. His arms around me. His lips on my cheek.

Us in his bed.

I don’t want to be walking along the edge of anything. It allows too much wonder for something else.

I don’t want possibilities; ( Read more... )

The droplets streaking down my arm feel like soothing tears, but it’s really only my wet hair.

Funny how things aren’t always what they seem.

I don’t know what to think anymore.

Someone give me a direction, any direction; just make sure I don't stray away again.

If I could take back today, yesterday, this entire week, I would.

I could have done so many more things right.

If you don't love me now

You'll never love me again

I can still hear you say

We'll never break the chain, never break the chain

I can't even look at myself in the mirror.

I stare out the window, my head turned to blind my glossy eyes from the future ahead and the present beside me. I’m afraid to look anywhere else, turning instead towards the life behind the panel of glass so marbled by the familiar tide washing towards the shore of my cheeks. All of the colors run together and shapes become distorted; the solid ( Read more... )