I Stole Away to Clarity One night, in secret, I snuck away ( Read more... )

flowers for my mother the snow will melt; your heart will defrost ( Read more... )

i'm home from school for three weeks ( Read more... )

Heels. Pink. The smell of cigarettes. Make up. Hair Spray. Beer spilled on designer jeans. Vodka Cranberry breath. Dior perfume. It all stumbled home from the bus at half past two in the morning ( Read more... )

He and I have the same eyes; light blue and tired. I looked at my father out of the corner of my eye, knowing he wouldn’t notice. His face was hard from a lifetime of tobacco and alcohol addiction, but just like all of the other times I had seen him, a full-faced beard hid most of the skin around his mouth. His glasses seemed to be exactly the ( Read more... )

this has nothing to do with my writing...

i just really hate when you're working in the morning before class, drinking coffee... and when you reach for your mug and take a long drink expecting to be greeted with that sweet, warm comfort-- and it's gone cold in your cup.

it just kills me every time.

I told Dr. Schiff that I didn't have a voice ( Read more... )

Old couches and chairs that sank down much further than expected and a phone for local campus calls only were arranged amid three depictions of the Virgin Mary. All three holy women faced a hallway from the east with their eyes pointed downward. Their hair was covered with conservatively colored cloth, their expressions pulled down into frowns. ( Read more... )

The Perseids

Wool blankets and sweaters;
I couldn’t believe it was August.

Stars just can’t shine bright
with a fog standing in front of them

So, I replaced a meteor shower with
my imagination.
Laying next to me, he pretended too.

[birthday poem in progress]

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cheap wine and closed blinds
I celebrate the depths of winter
as july begins to shine

sleep away the week
because the friends I dug
up from their ditches

can't be found now. they
left the shovel I used in
their war trenches, I suppose

I'll fight this war alone.

[i'm apparently turning 15]