i've been given too much time alone with myself - something i try very hard to avoid, but fail to prevent when i get tired or cocky - and so i've started thinking again. thinking about things i've done, people i know. (relationships platonic and otherwise, with a heavy concentration in the latter.) it's a great way to start loathing myself again: ( Read more... )

Information

i.

so moon shines can not touch your skin youre coated completely in television glow

above the purities
walking around

at night in the neighborhood when therrrre no cars

you may straining hear the televisions hymn
a ghastly tune sticky pollen that congeals despite humidity

grabss holdss presserves brains cracks

ii.

where is the truth ( Read more... )

Defy Explosive Death

I always knew he was a liar, ever since I met Patrick
My first year at private school. I was new.
He had repeated a year when he transferred,
Before; the school had recommended he do so, perhaps
In the hope that ADHD diminishes with age, and so he was older -
Would turn twenty before I turned nineteen -
But that came later - We ( Read more... )

i thought this was pretty freaking hilarious, so i decided to share ( Read more... )

Every night, before I fall asleep, I silently whisper thanks to whatever being may or may not be watching over me for not having let me be born a sorority girl. What a terrible, mindless existence that must be. Imagine the hours they must waste, alternating between pink and neon green as they transcribe inside jokes onto their AIM profiles. Imagine ( Read more... )

Barely Legal

everything felt too small
that night at the high school dance,
or perhaps just real for the first time.
the ceiling hovered low,
the lights flickered dimly on the walls;
echoes of the days we lived in caves.

we stood there, and despite the rainbow-
colored mats that hung on the walls,
we felt grown-up, in-charge,
worthwhile to ourselves and ( Read more... )

Countdown (To a Birthday)

miles above the ants of Times Square,
a pane of glass doubles tumblers
and masks December’s chill.

tumblers double and blur the face
of a familiar friend with a heavy head
but I know better than to ask why now.

a familiar friend, whose birth date
coincides with countdowns round the world,
has grown wearier with passing years.

( Read more... )

The Rebuttal

It was three in the morning and the heat seemed to be getting worse. I got up from my bed and walked to the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of water and pressed it to the back of my neck. I moved across the room to my armchair by the window and sat. I sat there with my water, held it to my temple. My eyes closed and I breathed, ( Read more... )

I had another violent dream. I was back in my old neighborhood and somehow I was quarintined to one house with like fifty other people by a bunch of pirate/ninjas. At first we fought back with guns and knives, but eventually the other warriors were taken out and I was the only one left. On top of the house was a pirate deck and I spent a lot of ( Read more... )

Homecoming

she isnt hungry so
i drive her home
in my parents car when the dance ends

we listen to the radio and together hum
my favorite song
and as i navigate lamplit streets
she tells me where to turn before i have to ask
gently
like a pair of fingers on my wrist

we pull into the driveway next to her fathers car
but shes puzzled
‘home early’
so i exit ( Read more... )