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a soul to dig the hole much deeper.
It is the hardest thing, to see hearts beat slower, to watch them fade and become objects that you no longer possess. There is a pain in seeing the distance in a lover's eyes, a relentless burning when photographs are skimmed or anecdotes spill in drunken ramblings ( Read more... ) -
her eyes as vacant as the sea.
The sun still shines in fall ( Read more... ) -
We stepped into the wind - he had a gun, I had a grin.
It isn't difficult to escape the wind when you build up a sturdy cuccoon of objects. Films, books, and music rest in stacks on the cool floor of my bedroom. I want to experience everything. I want to fall in love with something again ( Read more... ) -
Thursday afternoon, you cast a shadow 'round my room.
The weather is getting colder, the way it feels when everything I experience blends together in this snowglobe of time I wish I didn't lose. My bedroom lies at the highest point in my house, and when the wind blows it circles in and out of each window freezing the wooden floors and planting a perfume of maple and pine all throughout. The season ( Read more... ) -
Ghostman, how come we get so lost?
It's hard to believe that things can change, they can mirror themselves as perfectly as matter but they are a parallel almost blinding to what makes you feel ( Read more... ) -
Gypsy Gemini {a poem}
Cool blues ( Read more... ) -
A college try gives me blisters.
What a whirlwind of a week!
I spent six days at an Honors Institute Workshop for Creative Writing at BGSU, and I feel so refreshed, experienced, and eager to keep learning. My entire world was college for this week. Finally I was able to walk around an inspiring town to my classes, passing sunflowers and jade-colored trees as I made my way past ( Read more... ) -
Chameleon
I find myself going into situations where I think I'll be filled with resentment and loneliness, so I try to hide myself, my physical self, so I don't have to experience what I think will blacken my perception ( Read more... )
