October 2011
1 post
“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life...”
April 2011
2 posts
Painted Buildings.
Watching their faces lit beautifully on the screen, their eyes bright only somedays, though. His face shows the scars she’s left. Her face shows nothing, to him, to them. But in her seat, in the dark she knows. She feels every ache. Every indecisive look, touch— really feels. Their stories intertwine for less time than her own. She sees though every tiny detail of two people going...
Most.
The girl, with sadness colored amber, dilated in the brightest sunlight she’s searching upward. Her hand outstretched in flame, her face cracking from the ice that hardens her once delicate features. In the reflection of this shell she sees, green, blue, brown. And from deeper, trying with all her frail body, she barely feels a single tear. Any less than thousands she believes to be an...
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
3 posts
Rooted.
She doesn’t remember the last time someone really asked ‘how are you’ it’s always rushed, half-meant, or as she’s walking into the front door and being greeted by a relieved, longing, smile. Their little girl, is crumbling. Her smile— brighter than ever though, deceiving. The lies have become so tangled and twisted she wonders if she can believe them too. Some days...
And after the storm, I run and run as the rains...
November 2010
1 post
April 2010
1 post
any one.
yes, girls like me really do exist, she says, as he’s throwing it all away. he looks through dark eyes, burning through her back as she’s walking, running, pushing it all away. you’ll always be here, waiting, like you were tonight, her boots slam against the brick, walking faster. scarf wound tightly around her mouth, he doesn’t deserve to see her lips quiver, any light that reflects off her eyes,...