recovery ( Read more... )

You should quit smoking.

You should quit
harrassing me about it.

You know it's no
good for you.

The most pleasurable things never are.

I just don't understand how you can keep--

The same way
you can keep
nagging me when you
know it makes me wanna--

Smack me?

...Punch you in the
mouth.

Harsh.

Just like my smokes.Are you completely without ( Read more... )

before:before the little flicker ( Read more... )

eyes closed, he sees more in his memories, imagination, mind - mindless, nervous, chronically
anxious - a pension for life may keep him well-fed but the thoughts in his head wear a
straitjacket and the only release he sees in a bullet.

eyes closed, an apparition reveals to her the details of her death, your final breath, the Virgin
says, will ( Read more... )

i had this poem due today by noon and i couldnt bring myself to write a thing until an hour ago. yes, i am beyond pleased with the outcome of my procrastination. grin.

Deception: An Artistic PursuitHe's well-learned in the art of seduction ( Read more... )

Sub RosaThe admission of confessions ( Read more... )

my feelings toward life, in general, have been fluctuating between extremes. i hate it i love it im sick of it im hopeful im desperate im dying im living im exhausted im useless im awesome im jealous im everything i want to be im nothing. im just trying to be patient. waiting for what i deserve. and wondering who i should talk to ( Read more... )

my poetry prof thinks im amazing. :D he said "What I hoped would happen with this assignment is that everyone would be forced to write concisely and rely on images to convey meaning. You’ve done that very well. Now I’d like to see what happens if you approach the poem without the restrictions." (our restrictions were to make a list of 20 words and ( Read more... )

pleasure concealed

smooth
and quiet,
concealed in a cigarette
that pulls fluency from lies
and forces fire to pieces;
a distraction
from the generic blue of broken limbs
driven to extremes...

smooth
and quiet,
and concealed,
like sleep after vanilla sex.

i sit in front of a computer all day long at work. clicking on random links helps kill time and boredom and i skip along through the most unrelated websites, just reading random stuff. sometimes i stumble upon something good. like last night, that post was courtesy of the original script for Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. i have no idea how ( Read more... )