i sit at the bus stop iwith my hands between my knees. the wet is a painfully peculiar texture that polishes my bare calves.  its dawn and the fog craves my mouth to hold a cigarette. i light it and watch the smoke curl into the air, mimicing the path i imagine my soul leaks into, escaping from holes pricked by my nails only (althgouh sometimes by ( Read more... )

let go; strip down ( Read more... )

i dont know how to write Happy.  I know how to write Sad, now he's easy. Nostalgia...sure, shes a friend of mine.  Responsibilty, Pain, Challenge; grab me a pen. But Happy, he's too new. Im not talking Momentary Bliss or Content. I'm talking Cant-Shake-It, Carved-In-My-Palms, Walking-On-Air Happy.  He's a stranger to me and I cant cough him up a ( Read more... )

"why are so sad ( Read more... )

"its because you're a girl, girls cant make up their mind ( Read more... )

So I was walking to the library to write my weekly 10 page lab report (which I'm avoiding right now with livejournal.)  I had just spoken to melissa one the phone who said she'd call me later because she couldnt hold her silk screening supplies and the phone at the same time.  I then passed two young girls in black pants and pointy shoes with thier ( Read more... )

I wander.  The sky is crimson but the clouds are gray.  They promise protectioin and comfort occasionally showering warm droplets that roll off and seep into the freshly seeded dirl that smells of kindergarden and lipstick.  They promise protections but i ache for lightning.  I wander to a hole in the sky where the clouds dont sit.  In the crimson ( Read more... )

the ground was cold and hard.  it resembeled concrete with its dryed cracks.   it was treated like concrete; people would walk over it while going about their day, never really looking down.  i got fed up. screaming silent cries i came in with a mallet and destroyed the concrete. with bloody hands i tore it away, never feeling the pain because it ( Read more... )

[PEOPLE]

best friend: christie/sara...and then a few others ;)

[PLACES]
went out of the country: uh....no
moved: into the penntthOUSSss
new school: noo
how many times on an airplane: jeez....5 (soon to be 7) round trips....many many plane changes though.

[YOU]
have you changed: alot.  good and bad and back to good with still some bad.
new look: alot of them ( Read more... )

wowww.  just, wow.

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its going to be ok.  its going to be ok. its going to be ok.