do you know that feeling? that feeling of being totally disgusted with yourself, while also feeling totally self-satisfied? that feeling you get when a man with his tongue hanging out of his mouth tells you that you are "looking good today" and you pretend to feel ashamed, but really you are flattered? when you get up on your high horse to say that ( Read more... )

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i think its been raining for a few years now, and for some reason we still arent satisfied. and by this time great puddles have formed in every major city, drowning its residents one by one, so that the noise of  traffic jams and car alarms is replaced by human cries. my best friend and i sleep on a couch downtown, the only relic of a broken past ( Read more... )

she looks around her at the street she had called her own for ten full years. the green house in which she had dreamt endless symphonies stood exactly where it had the day she met it. its funny how houses never move. they just wait helplessly as people and objects move in and out of their doors, searching for some permanence in these timeless ( Read more... )

sometimes it seems like whole years pass by without any change. the leaves have fallen, the flowers have died. but i feel as if im in the same spot as i was a year ago. its strange though. because i can feel it changing. i can feel things changing, parts of me falling away. and then there are moments when i try my hardest to hold them back. because ( Read more... )

he walked alone down the path to the little white house set a ways back behind a clump of trees. he saw a tire swing and remembered days when he once pretended he could fly. he knows now that those days are gone. the brook to the left had long since dried up and was filled with a pile a leaves. on another day, he might have jumped into that pile. ( Read more... )

the light shines in and falls quietly upon the dirty floor. she stares at it until she is sure that it isnt going anywhere, then turns to him and says, "its really not what i was expecting." he folds his hands uncomfortably, looks down at them, and shrugs. her eyes follow his and watch them shift monotonously in and out of one another, like gears ( Read more... )

give me intimacy

i like to sing my notes in seven four time. and cut the veins of wires as they breathe life into this poor excuse for a song. can you hear me? can you hear me, cause im doing this for you. and if you cannot, i will be sure to sign the words for you with my hands and my eyes, because we've always communicated better that way. i got a ticket today. ( Read more... )

its raining. and in my mind i know it always has been. with intermittent crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning. and we're all just running around waiting to be hit. "the odds of an average person living in the USA being struck by lightning once in his lifetime has been estimated to be 1:280,000." but these odds are pointless when we think ( Read more... )