He was pretty. And he came into my house uninvited. So I invited him to stay. But his friends had to leave. I couldn't have any witnesses to this blasphemy. I told him that I was willing for anything. He took my answer literally and came up with a plan. Music decorated our ears and we put rhythm into our dance. But I lied to him. I was not ready. I ( Read more... )

Tonight I was kissed for the first time in a year. It was neither a romantic kiss, nor on the mouth. It was a friendly kiss and on the hand. I feel appreciated and genuinely loved. This shows me how incredibly well God designed our nervous system with our emotions. It also shows me that the fight I fight way too hard, the fight that keeps me in ( Read more... )

Once I knew this girl and we became twins. Now the townspeople ask me where she went. "Weren't you guys like best friends?" Yeah. I guess you could have said that. But now I think that I just don't think about it. Well, sure I think about it, but I want to throw it as far as she is. The copy machine copied the print perfectly, but then again I ( Read more... )

Can't we just be cute ( Read more... )

possession outside in the lawn chairs ( Read more... )

shut the hell up ( Read more... )

So I am a woman. I am a helper. A lifesaver. Right? If Adam sat rib to rib when I made the decision that I made, how can I help him if I could not help myself? Why do I want to help him if he did not extend an index to help me? And why did God punish me consistently for the decision I made when my role is the helper and Adam’s is the leader? The ( Read more... )

Do you not know my name?! Do you not remember this sweet, sweet, sweet, please remember it sweet, face?! Cos I see you on my walls! I see you inside at night! You crack open my bedroom door and ask me if I am asleep yet. You ask me if I would like a drink and you smile like a child. You begin to close the door but just can’t leave me yet, so you ( Read more... )

Yesterday was destruction with no constructive resolution. So in the midst of Frou Frou. In the midst of my passionate rage. In the midst of a dwindling relationship, I created. I noticed that I had no spray adhesive, which I really needed for the piece I was doing, so I charged out of the house and drove to Wet Paint. Man, I was pumped. I had so ( Read more... )

Stepping on the feet of my explanations, my tongue stutters because she doesn't know quite how to articulate this. This is the color violet. This is neatly placed on a four foot canvas, and I touched it. I touched every shape. I painted it. But it's not possible for me to be satisfied with being unsatisfied, so I roll around in my covers and wet my ( Read more... )