so i don't lose it ( Read more... )

my fat is not a metabolic disorder ( Read more... )

i keep you in my mind
the things we do
that look on your face
i keep you, mine, in my mind

you whisper it fiercely
echoes of the song
my lover is my own

something i've noticed ( Read more... )

Pulls me down like a riptide
drowning in words
drowning in words
feel it roiling in side
yearning to be expressed
but it cannot
the moon will fall from the sky
-stretched tight
popping the stars from their sockets
rhinestone shower
nauseous words making me queasy
but cannot be said
abstracted for days on the coming storm
not to be expressed

i hate mourning, i hate feeling sad ( Read more... )

I've been reading Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates... it's a fictionalized biography of Marilyn Monroe. I guess thats the best way of describing it, she writes in a way that is really intimate and completely disorienting. It's twisting and convoluted and at first I went into the book thinking that it would be really interesting and I started to read and ( Read more... )

Why is the white rose so sad?
her color's been stolen by a bad bad man
she droops as droplets roll off her wilting head
the wind blows and her petals start to drop
while the garish pink ones laugh her plight over

Juggling Act ( Read more... )

my life is constructed of fuzzy impressions ( Read more... )