i miss him.

don't look sexy but it just feels right ( Read more... )

and then i pointed to the drawer and asked her to pick out a knife.and then i walked to her, slowly, so she would be confused. and stuck out my chest and said here. here i will always be, with my face forward and chest out and there. there you will always be with a knife in your hand and a confused look on your face. as long as we keep talking you ( Read more... )

I know the bottom, she says. I know it when my great tap root ( Read more... )

i've fallen in love with sylvia plath. and not in the way that you...idolize a genuis or wish for the possessions or life of the rich and famous. she reminds me of someone i love more than life. and of myself, at times. she had a river of flaws. she put them all into a pie and baked them dead. died. i think i'll post a poem a day. for myself. for ( Read more... )

there's a very thin line between love and hate.

i miss him. i always do.

and when i'm with him. i think about the next time i'll be alone missing him. and what i'll wish i had said to him now. and then i clear my throat to speak up and lick my lips and slowly lift my head, gently, so my bangs, wisps really, don't fall out of place. but he is gone.

i miss him. i always do.

not to be stuck in ( Read more... )

this is fun, a bit wierd. but fun.

i seriously doubt i will keep this updated, maybe just pretty bits of poems or sentences i fall in love with.