I went to Wade's viewing today. It was much harder than I thought it would be ( Read more... )

it was all good until my cousin screamed, "I smell a suicide!"

i love that you're in love. but i still pine to be a piece of you. not tears but snow melting off lashes. i fear the touch of your arm and avoid your intense gaze. you call us solemn birds. never to be suffocatingly sweet. i'm getting that pain in my stomach...

the small silver serpent slithers slowly across cement seams as a silhouetted centaur strolls the sullen sand. she sometimes searches for shocking secrets shared at school. selfishly scouring someones soul. stupid shitfaced students singing silly songs and stealing stories. she'll sing her song seven times before survivors surface because someone ( Read more... )

the quiet boy opened up his hands towards the lonely girl. to show the rough creases and newly formed blisters. the girl held out an index finger. only a purple-red mark for her. a beat beating heart pumped noise into the brain and they agreed on the organic shapes sitting on the table. few words but a stolen smile. acceptable. but never really

i haven't talked to you in over two weeks. and it's been four or five more since i've spoken to your heart. the spell has been cast, but you won't be coming around. you're busy with the one you love and i'm busy with my mind. in a dream we stood together in a small dark room. my legs were cold as i stared at you, but it was hot if i remember. then ( Read more... )

i'm looking for a book on faerie fashion she said ( Read more... )

today it's ok if i don't take the shortcuts. my legs are not ready for this day. unsteady. unready. i'll take the long way. there is no safe step, no sure footing. but others still pass in a needless hurry. the ground is not cooked yet. and my soles are worn down. i feel it.

I plan on trying a love spell soon. It'll given me a chance to ignore my questioning of life. Although, I mentioned that I've been questioning things to my new friend Dennis and he said that asking questions keeps your brain working (or the hamster turning its wheel as he put it). I guess that's right. Miss Maggie said she would watch me do it and ( Read more... )

I'm getting that itch again. It comes once every couple months (although I am surprised it doesn't come more often). It's that notion that life and the world are completely meaningless and I decide that I need to ask myself many questions. Of course, I feel like the questions are stupid or silly to ask and then I wonder why they aren't asked more. ( Read more... )