livejournal is not suitable [ventable] for how i've felt the past two days.

both earings, my ring, necklace, roomate [s], complexion, out the window. falling behind in algebra and all i can do is dred my homecoming for the summer. if i dont find a good job i'm totally fucked. end of story.

before i get on the bus i often wish i have an ipod, however i've noticed i get enough enjoyment out of listening to what other people and the bus driver have to say that i'm not in agony over not having my ears plugged with music. i dig the sounds of the city as i sit and read in graffitied doorsteps downtown, also conversations of the bums in ( Read more... )

first day of spring and
as soon as i decided to grow up
i lost my
pen and motivation for the morning

four [arms, legs, eyes, lips]
in a perfect twilight bedown moment
all to be seen in the darks your blue eyes that
run like water through a tiny beating heart.

[looks like mofuckin RAIN.]

DJ Clark,

Thank you for leaving the passenger window to sampsons car about a quarter of the way down last night. Today I rode to school in a pond.

Sincerly,

mia

makes me want to write stuff on paper, how
my lease is to be broken soon.
i'll go out and get a gap between
four white walls, relish covering them, then
pick up my cat, coffee table,
throw away my ashtrays to
pick up a kite and an excercise routine.

[get myself out of this wintery rut.]

birthdays are stupid.
period.

my birthday
is my worst day
my birthday's comin around
again.

should change this middle name to worry,
momlike, in this sad second
cant stand with shaking knees or
sleep with dreams of you in allwhitewalls
bloody knuckles and
hospital food seem wrong for birthdays.

i wish i could do more.