ok...so my mom/ roommate ali wrote this, and it pretty much encompases the last few weeks of my life ( Read more... )

dont tell people you love them if you dont.

where her hands were,
also where mine.

the fingerprints are muddied but
recognizable.

and i feel
replaced, reused
and voided

but have not the words to say
only broken spanglish phrases,
that i feel wasted
as usless as i am

i was not expecting
what little of nothing i have

to be wasted
or unwanted

blessed are the wicked

wicked are the blessed

only nights with todaluna

shed shadows

of forms

obscene

and untold

plastic pains

melting over

fake fears

lost in sheets

wrapped around my face

words cut

coz they´re thinner then paper

deeper bleeds

logic and anger

then sticks or stones

could scar

you are nowhere near me

but your breaking bones

with 125 peso postage

faster then

faster then.....

wont let me write, wont let me call ( Read more... )

being alone in a place where no one speaks your language ( Read more... )

i could write about stuff here....but i already write it in my stupid email list thingie. so if you want the emails leave your address here

mallorie owns this journal now.

hahaha

everyone is saying how brave they think I am. trouble is, i know im not. the more poeple tell me the more small and insignificant i feel. god, this is stupid ( Read more... )

the slants of sunlight play across ( Read more... )