don't comment on this post--- it's just basically a post-it to myself, THINGS TO USE IN THE NEXT POEM ( Read more... )

Today is a bubble day. A bubble day of summer.
The kind of day where you sit in his lap in the park and blow bubbles into his face.
And the bullets that missed the face drift off into the air... across the park.
Over the swings, through the trees, popping sporadically, each with a final rainbow giggle.
A rainbow giggle. That's what kind of day it ( Read more... )

I couldn't type when I got home-- I was crying so hard. But I wrote this out in my dairy, and now (that I've calmed down a bit) I thought I'd post it here. I love you guys.

Oh God why does it hurt?? He's so wonderful, so kind, so loving... he would never want to hurt me. 
I made him. He said, "No, no, we'll stop" but I told him to keep going. 
I'm not ( Read more... )

Saw the vagina monologues tonight.
Amazing, aren't they?
Director told me I should try out for them next year... I don't know why... I'm too fucking short.
But I'd kill to be in it.
Made me cry
and laugh
and scream
and howl
and THINK.

Do it.

Murder she wrote. And Murder she was. And there it sat-- the word, the being, the eptiome of... something-- But, after an atomic pause, she stopped and looked at the word. She crossed it out.

Murder

Suicide she wrote. And Suicide she was. 
Not in the sense of taking her life-- but certainly in some romantic dimension.
Falling suicide... falling love ( Read more... )

His sins were scarlet but his books were read.


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There is a truck on this side of town
(Not new, not old, but light and brown)
Its bed holds my heart as a thorny crown.

A ghost truck, around every corner
A funeral dropping and I the mourner
The pit in my stomach becomming forlorner.

I hate that it in my memory lives
My heart pretending that it forgives
But does nothing more than relives and relives.

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I can't--- tell you how I feel ( Read more... )

Some philosophies aren't for all people.

Please-- go there to find yourself. I spent 93405830948503980984 hours on it last night, eating it up.

How can you know anything if you don't know what you believe?


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I tend to constantly scoff at my peers for being entirely too "teen", but tonight I fulfilled the epitome of my age ( Read more... )