I'm getting good at trapping my emotions inside. I'm getting good at locking them so far inside of me I'm not sure they even exist anymore. A shadow is all that's left. Which is really, nothing ( Read more... )

Today we did this exercise in my Intro to Poetry Writing class. We had to start 10 sentences with Grief is...and conclude it with a metaphor. We only had about 7 minutes to write it. This is what I came up with ( Read more... )

I guess that's just how it goes. You try your hardest to forget something, and you do. And then occasionally the creepy little wench appears under your nose. In your own words. In the faces of people who expected more out of you. Than well, that ( Read more... )

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what am I doing? she says. eyes closed, hair pulled back. she sits at the edge of her bed. she stares into a mirror. she's fascinated with the blue blue of her eyes, and the way her neck flows into the rest of her body. It isnt so much that she thinks she's beautiful--she's involved with the way her body aches; she wants to know what they see, what ( Read more... )

I got my period last night at work. So fun times for me. My mom also found out about my ticket. The one I was so stressed out about. And yes, as I predicted she flipped out on me. Now, she says the only reason she flipped out was because I didn't tell her. But anyone who knows my mom, knows that this isnt the case. Even though the ticket is taken ( Read more... )

It's cold outside. I guess really, it's just windy. My eyes are watering and my nose is burning, and I keep ignoring that in less than 2 hours I have a test in World Religions that I'm just not prepared for. Not in the slightest bit. I don't think it's fair that I should be tested by a man who presents such an interesting topic in the most boring ( Read more... )

I like to breathe you in when you're not looking. You have a smell that's comforting, intoxicating, almost like walking to somewhere safe. I like to touch your scars. I run my fingers over them--pain so large and deep I wonder how you managed to survive. A mark over your heart. For every time you screwed something up. Punishment. A reminder. All my ( Read more... )

you kissed me the way you kiss someone right before you say goodbye. dripping lips, holding close, never quite letting go, eyelash against eyelash. I touch you and you feel too real, the real that's so real I know I can lose it in an instant. I stay awake all night, closing my eyes briefly, and for a moment time has expanded. or frozen. solidified ( Read more... )

I skipped two classes today ( Read more... )