Ask me something. Be anonymous, I don't care.
The more offensive, the better.

Did you know those were people in those pictures, she asks. People, real, live people ( Read more... )

My professor looks at me with steady eyes. I look back, blinking. She says I'm a little too reliant on somethings and hard to understand on most. That I'm in the wrong class. That I'm not what this is meant for. That I'm not. I'm not.

Those were the glossy years. When I was beautiful. And Daddy didn't worry. And I didn't have to think. I look ( Read more... )

Lately ( Read more... )

In the solitary confines of the mind
I hide
I confide
I ache
and wake
I search and scrape
for something
more
or better
or worse
than what I have had in years.

Lately I:
Cannot write about the everyday, I do not have the courage.http://www.cliteraturejournal

And man
oh he's patient,
he'll wait,
and scrape
off all your layers-
like grated cheese-
till he finds what he wants
and leaves.

And he was standing there looking at her and he knew. He saw but he did not see exactly what she was. After all those years of loving, of making up for everything that was in the negative space, he felt he did not know love anymore ( Read more... )

I've been writing a lot of nothing, but I've been writing ( Read more... )

It is over, done and complete. I left it, or we did, a week ago and now I sit back here and I think. I dont even feel like writing anymore. I dont even know what to say ( Read more... )

I am seeing you when you do not want me to. I have seen you when the boundaries break and the skin flakes, when the moment pasts and your bottles and flasks are empty and you can't sleep, while your all alone and without anything to smoke and the urge to die has long gone by--and your eyes are red and your mind sees hasty, while your hands are ( Read more... )