Fruitless labor is my middle name. I water and sew and tend but fruit beguiles me on all fronts. Ceasing to exist in my presence though the taste lingers on my tongue ( Read more... )

Its there, I saw it. Blink of an eye, bang flash... where did I go. Awaking in a world colder than the next, gloom and doom-er and not safe-r than the last. My skin burns and chills in turn, doubling over in my stomach and trying to crawl back out my mouth when I tell it so sternly to lay back down like a good dog. I know not what I see. Not what I ( Read more... )

Flying and for once not fighting flight. My white flag drapes over soft cynical skin, steady, still. Unmoving but warm to the touch. As if frantic erraticism found a content determined face. This is my content determined face. It wrinkles at the eyes like laugh lines and hope. Show me what I'm looking for ( Read more... )

Sly smile to the left, straight ahead on the right, infiltrating eyes like green ink defused ( Read more... )

Fuck Conditional Love. Riding like a punk rock anthem through my head, just behind my eyes. Makes you want to put a fist in the air... Oi. Oi. Oi ( Read more... )

I am all ire and trinkets. Pretty little things gone past coated with red. Red more like eyes inside than like blood pouring out. Tickles my skin like needles not hands. Almost hate but mostly sickness. Sick of it all, sick of people and things and words. Its so awkward and incredibly fun to be so sick of the things that I love and to have it make ( Read more... )

If I started crying right now would you (pl) see me? Or would that so drastically contradict my labeled skin that I would fade. Drifting down and slightly to the left nicely out of the way to that place where things you don't understand or need belong ( Read more... )

Hectic crazy life is busy eating itself in my head. I find old writing and live it like it were new. It must be, because what is new is too static-ridden to fully decifer. I will just pretend this is what I meant.

9/10/08Out my window cornfields stretch like a world of oceans. Blowing like waves over me. Dive in and make myself a home of green and ( Read more... )

My world is falling apart and I beg you, not to hold me up, just to hold me. With arms, not words. Looks, not hints of looks. I can hold myself up, but I am not infallible. I lean and tilt, trembling towards toppling over. It seems you can't but you could, build supports for this fortress. Or at least lean up against its walls so that some pressure ( Read more... )

How do I love thee, let me count the ways ( Read more... )