I am not surprised. I am never surprised. Life just is ( Read more... )

working on packing and cleaning my room.
taking pictures of random stuff for morgan.
my feet hurt, muscles pulled.
forgot to write yesterday.
I'm a failure at life.

oh well.

Sometimes I miss being wild. I feel that I have tamed myself by becoming sober (from cutting and drugs). I miss not giving a shit, and feeling like shit, and well, the freedom of the lack of responsibilities. I still struggle every day with wanting to cut, and other days, though not as often, I really just want to smoke a joint. I want to go out ( Read more... )

The wind howls through the empty corridors ( Read more... )

no matter how loud you scream, everybody hears you yet they make no sound,
not even to snuff your noise.

The sky has been a beautiful blue today
it's omniscient outstretch overwhelms mine eye
and the grasses new green growth consumes the earth
a colorful world with colorless people
who build gray buildings and black streets
the color brings us pain in place of joy.

a bee hovered over a grate.
it looked at me then turned away
still it hovered in the same place.
in limbo with the ground and sky
I walk past it then give a second glance.
it continues to hover, and I don't give it a second thought.

I watched a bird gather worms ( Read more... )

I see you watching me as I watch you
each time you walk past me
tucking a tendril of your curly hair
pouting plump lips, kissing the air
a pimple one day
cover up the next
makeup and ribbons
dangly earrings
but there's one beauty that doesn't change
splotched brown marks
a flutter-by kissing your cheek
this you tried to hide
but I never hid

Jaclyn Feezor ( Read more... )