why these dreams ( Read more... )

some 'be here now'. its helping ( Read more... )

i hate being angry. i never have had a voilent tendency, never wanted to physically hurt anything. i'm too much of a girl for that. mental angish, is easy. but last night. all i wanted was the satisfaction of PUNCHING him in the CHEST. not the face, not the balls. just right there; right on his HEART. like maybe if i hit it hard enough that stupid ( Read more... )

today has been trying ( Read more... )

dated 8/10

the feather above my bed
sits still, unmoving-
not a breath of air.
there's nothing left
of this summer.
the sun sets early,
the air still and chilly
into the night.
the memories
are packed in their boxes.
death
is everywhere
the smoke settles
into this
august haze.

the emptyness in my stomach
is tiny,
insignificant.
i feel
only a fraction
of the pain
felt by so many others.

where

am

i

?

i

can't

exactly

remember.

so ( Read more... )

there's this picture of us.
the sun, through the sky light, makes our eyes look like they are full of tears.
a small,
square reflection
heavy
at the bottom of our eyes.

we're making silly faces
warm and comfortable
i am snuggled
into your arm
holding mine out
to take our picture.

its like the sunshine knew,
there were really tears in our eyes.

i got home before your flight left ( Read more... )