July 2011
1 post
I do not understand how two people can stay in love.
April 2011
2 posts
I only know how to write what I know. So what do I know? I know how something happened. I now how an ideal situation would unfold. I know my own imagination. But when nothing is certain—when words are jumbled into what ifs and what not’s, then I don’t know. I cannot write if my thoughts are not tangible, if they are not comprehensive. I need to be able to see them, feel them....
I blink in and I blink out. I am almost able to touch the vague familiarity that fills my senses. But all it takes is one second, one fleeting moment, and it is gone. All that’s left is a quiet emptiness, an unspoken truth.
October 2010
1 post
June 2010
2 posts
“If you don’t believe in yourself, nobody else will.”
– Him.
May 2010
3 posts
I miss you more than you know …do you know?
I will try not to think of you …but I still do.
And when I hear silence the sweet sound of silence
I hear your footsteps thud on the pavement …it brings me back to that last night
And yet I’m with you again.
Isn’t it strange? You share a tiny moment of your life with me and suddenly I feel as if I am missing something from my life.
We connected today. For a few seconds, perhaps a minute or so. But no longer than that.
I felt as if I knew you again. I could hear your voice through your unspoken words. I could feel your pain through the quiet air. And damn— I just want to make it all...
April 2010
3 posts
"Listen."
Cloudy skies overhead, they sat together on the faded green bench—the faded green bench, their faded green bench—the bench that never was and the bench that always will be.
Her eyes were distant; they seemed to be viewing a different world, for she could see, but didn’t want to see, the world she was currently in—and the person that was next to her. No, it wasn’t...
February 2010
5 posts
minute before midnight ponderings
I don’t know who I’ve become. Is it possible that I’ve become who I once was? Is it possible that I’ve changed yet not change at all?
I was so closed off before. I didn’t let anyone in. I was so afraid to show myself to the world—to you. I was secure in my circle of friends, I thought we had each other and that was it. I was safe in my own bubble. I was young,...
Would you love me
If my hair was a dashing shade of auburn, instead of dulling dull black?
If I smiled just a little bit wider, and if I had perfect, gapless teeth?
Would you love me
If I softly caressed your hair as I melodiously giggle to your jokes?
If I was bold and wild and free and did things nobody has ever done?
If I had the slightest sparkle in my eyes?
You would love me if I was beautiful.
...
January 2010
2 posts
December 2009
1 post
November 2009
6 posts
Dear you,
Hi there. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You called my name from the train station the other day. I swore I heard my name as I was exiting, but it wasn’t until I was half a block away that I turned around.
So I guess that made me think of you, on top of the fact that I saw New Moon today and Jacob made me think of you. And lately, you’ve been swimming around in my head. I...
It is only late at night when these thoughts creep into my mind. The thoughts of you and I as we once were, and the fact that you and I are now no more. I do not feel sad when I realize that you are gone, but rather I realize that I miss you.
I miss the one-worded answers you uttered and that sly smirk, those upturned left corners of your mouth. Your hair, in the wind, strands of honey mess...
October 2009
10 posts
Your smile graced into my view as I walked down the hallway today. I felt confident in my slouchy, patent leather black boots; they went click, click, click as they approached you with confident strides. And when you called my name, a lantern lit up inside me as I turned to face you, prepared to give you my best smile. But no things are as I expect them, for we exchange nods and I smile slightly,...
I wish I were the rain. Then perhaps you would notice me.
I wish I were the rain.
Then perhaps I can gently brush against your cheek or slide down the tip of your slightly sloped nose.
Then perhaps I can feel the corners of your smile or entangle myself in the strands of your hair.
I wish I were the rain.
When you can’t sleep at night, I’ll sing you a lullaby. When you can’t...
She stared blankly at where he stood only a few moments ago, for she could not do anything but. Her expression was blank as her heart and she stood there and stood there, awkwardly, stiff-kneed, unable to will herself to move.
Perhaps a bone, a muscle, in her body fell apart, yes that would explain it. It was just a malfunction, that was all. It would be temporary, lasting no longer than a few...
There is a quiet beauty to my Saturday mornings. My eyelids flutter open and warmth between my sheets greet me with love and assurance, assurance that there is no train to catch, no coffee to make. My feet are still toasty under my sheets as are my usually cold fingertips. I curl up in a ball and toss and turn and breathe in the scent of almost noon. My headphones are still tangled around me from...
My days consist of a blend between waking up and sleeping. I wake up, head throbbing, I try to open my eyelids but they have transformed to stone overnight and they are heavy and I cannot lift them. And when I do manage to force them open, light pours in, blinding me, even though the sun has not even risen. I half-stumble to the bathroom. Then there is cold water on my face and I am splashing,...