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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

    • i feel like i'm immune to karma
    • -this time it's real.
    • we are what's right.
    • a study of good and evil in the form of human bodies
    • re-writing our own definitions in perfect eloquence
    • closed eyes and open mouths
    • your hand finds mine
    • the tangle of our past and present, wrapped up in the ever-important now
    • more real with every breath, each touch
    • no way of going back
    • our secret in plain view
    • this is who we are, different, one, the same
    • happy with just being...together...
    • lazily winding your fingers through my hair
    • a smile, a kiss, brush your hand across my face
    • i know it's time to leave, my dear
    • but this won't be goodbye

     

     

     

     

     

     

Thursday, April 19, 2007

  • you know i'm not the kind of girl with poetry that runs through my veins,

    but it's 3 a.m. and i'm thinking of you,

    and i just can't find the words to say...

    so i frantically rearrange every photo on my wall

    to better suit my mood.

    and now i'm lying here with ink-stained hands,

    desperately clutching my phone,

    knowing i won't sleep again

    until i finally hear your voice.

    -just call when you get home

     

     

     

Monday, November 27, 2006

  • lying in bed

    smoking a cigarette

    ..... she's unravelling

    barely more than a disfigured skeleton

    metal and bone

    un-naturally curved spine

    more than half-broken

    6 point blood running through her fragile veins

    it's this chemical cocktail that's killing her

    a handful a day

    fading, and fading fast

    it's the little things that scare me

    the brittle nonchalance

    as she holds the blunt up to her lips

    the inhale, the exhale

    waiting for it all to stop

    as another broken bit of profanity slips past her gaurd

    the facade she's maintained all these years is crumbling

    god, it's painful to see

    i don't think i want to know the real person underneath 

    i'm looking through the gaps

    wondering if she even realizes they're there

    this slow decline is manifesting itself more by the day

    expected, perhaps, but dreaded even more

    i love you, she slurs, her eyes dull, hands reaching to touch my face

    mechanical and inaccurate

    death-claw embrace

    i see it coming on, now, in her tight-lipped smile

    i'm scared.

     

     

Friday, November 17, 2006

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