They carried me to the car.

The car ride home wasn't much differant than the one there, other than the fact is was later into the night. The streets were bare. The creeps were out. Oh, and the awkwardness that was there before was multiplied by about forty. Jeremy was sitting in the back with me. He was holding my hand. Kalen ( Read more... )

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From out side my door
The boy slipped in with out a hello
Let out a mellow sigh
I motion in
He follows, face straight but the grin
Removing his coat
Forearm extended, placed it on the couch
...then preceded to the kicthen
Then to the cold counter top
I grabbed your waist
Breathing heavy
Hearts are pulsing at the same exact ( Read more... )

       "I heard you beat the shit out of her!" Jeremy screamed into his phone, and out mine as soon as I answered, 'hello'.
        "I punched her once in her nose." I thought about what I just said to him. "And how do you know?"
        "I'll be right over." 
        Click. Fifteen minutes. Doorbell, twice.
        "Why ever press it? Just walk in. Do ( Read more... )

There is just something that feels right about those New York City lights. A world that swallows you in whole from your pigtails to your shadow. Lovely bones exposed, weak knees induced. Just please don't start to vomit, for we wouldn't know what to do. We are overwhelmed quite easily, yet we lack insecuity, for each boy and girl to look pretty is ( Read more... )

        This morning was alright for spring. I don't understand seasons. They blend into one another like anything else does. Only four times a year though, I step outside, and feel. I breath. I observe. Then I know the seasons change. Let me tell you, this morning was summer. The leaves were summer. The air was summer, the people, birds, sounds, ( Read more... )

        My phone was ringing.
        My first thought was wind chimes, but I was not right. Thomas was calling. I felt devistated. Why?

I picked it up.

"Hello?" I said dully.
        "Hey. Uh, are you busy?"
        "No. I guess not." Maybe I am being a little too unenthusiastic. Shit.
        "Well, what's going on?" I love hearing ( Read more... )

Oh! Pretty shoulder bones projecting
stretched skin over the collar complimenting
your slim slender hips upholstered
connecting poetry to outfittings
a multi-apendaged coat rack
displayed in the center of the room
this boy is the main attraction
from his purging dresser drawers
they vomit out a colourful wardrobe
drapeing limbs in fine linen
agaisnt your ( Read more... )

         Sometimes, I just like to take walks. Walks to no where, walks to think. Walks to get away, and to imagine myself else where. I want to float away on music.
        It's now Sunday morning. As I pace up and down the alley from one end to the other, I start to cry. The tears aren't those of someone sad and torn, but instead similar to those ( Read more... )

 I smell of stress and wish I smelled of booze, or something of the like. Maybe not reeked of though. There was a weird chick at my friends church a few nights ago. She had the scent of a pill bottle, like when you first twist off the child proof plastic lid, and then just inhale through your nostrils. It made me fucking sick. I didn't want to ( Read more... )

When someone thinks of the word spill, they usually think of spilt milk. Or spilt food. It could refer to hundreds of eager school children in clearly elderly building with vines and broken yellowing windows spilling outside the double doors to the clang of a fire drill in the early morning. I could even spill my guts to her one boy friend about ( Read more... )