April 2011
2 posts
Days 1-6
Day 1 (given prompt: incorporate three book titles):
r i p p l e s
at the surface —
currents underneath —
bouncing, kissing, making love…
Underwater acoustics
display the beauty
in nature’s greatest tomb and hospital.
The thumping rhythm of life and rebirth!
The ocean is but the fanciest coffin.
But then there are the men
who dance with oil and jellyfish...
using this for NaPoWriMo now
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August 2010
4 posts
Deja Vu
My body shakes instinctively. I’ve been here before! The gentle hand, the movement, The shadow crawling over me. It’s too familiar. It burns. The pain makes me retch. I curl into a ball. I try to turn but simply fall. Your warmth no longer warms me. Safe, alone, My throat contracts. What’s that? I screamed? I see bright flashes. No! Not now! Not with them here, please! Suddenly...
I once had a crush on a boy.
I heard squelch noises on the ground behind me and let a small smile slip through the shield on my face. Though the heavy torrents of rain created a deep contrast to the almost summery sun of our first meeting by the fire, it was a lovely almost-deja vu.
“Happy it’s Friday?” he asked quietly as he caught up to me. I think he was under the impression I hadn’t heard him and...
Bad girls or good girls, we're all getting high
I watch her walk out of the classroom and realize I haven’t thought about her in a while.
I always thought of her as the good girl, because that’s who she was. A cute round nose, short, curvy but not curvaceous. She was a quiet girl and she always seemed to make sure she wouldn’t stand out too far in a crowd. She was friends with everyone, and she was kind.
But now? I see...
Graph paper: the mathematician's diary
A grid spreads across my thighs. Unpigmented skin peeks from beneath the dried blood. It’s all erratic, random; pale near my pelvis, grim and dark near my knees.
As I examine them, I realize that I barely remember even remember it. What was I listening to? Was it silent? Was my door locked or unlocked? Did I know when I started that by the end I’d have a thousand skin-skimming...
July 2010
4 posts
Social contentment
I won’t lie, nothing hurts more than to realize
Your absence makes you happy, as you lose inches off your thighs
But it tortures me to the bone. I’m not good with goodbyes.
I can smile, I can fool anyone unwise
But when you’re back, will I improvise?
Or will you taste the lies?
Don’t punish me for my failed disguise
Pain is not a crime.
Suicidal tendencies
You know I have them, I know I have them, everyone knows. It’s written all over my face, all over the backs of my pupils, all over my lips, up and down my thighs. Even halfway-erased off my wrists.
Tonight I realized I’m not the only one who fights every day. Some people shout it, and some whisper it. I met a boy who whispers it, when I noticed on the back of his shoes he had...
Hidden in her words and eyes is a wall that's cold...
I pick at the ladders climbing up and down my tights.
I pretend no one else is around, and the longer I think they’re not, they’re can’t be. They can’t be there if I say they aren’t: they are just molecules, ugly, misplaced molecules, atoms and bubbling energy. Not people. People are ugly.
I think about the concept of permanence. What I’m doing to these...
Changes in my core
I know I’m being obnoxious tonight. I know I’ve angered many a friend tonight. I know I’m doing the wrong things, and I know I should stop. It’s like I know everything — except why this is happening.
We sit down and talk and laugh. All of us, a random group of my friends. I understand that they would not all be together if not for the common factor, me. I wonder if...
May 2010
4 posts
Mail time :)
I swoop down to retrieve the keys. I leave my residence, warning my cat not to even try to go out.
I climb the stairs while searching the outside world for a ray of hope.
I turn the key and cringe at the squeak. I inspect the mail, in case there is anything incriminating, anything I must destroy.
The last piece of postage, a small package, has a disgusting name printed on the label, small.
I...
write one leaf that answers, "What now?"
What now?
I stand over the body. I waited so long for this moment, but now that it’s done, what now?
When blood is drying and the fight is over and things are slipping away, what now?
When emotions kill, and lives end, and hands claw their own bodies open, what now?
When screams go unheard, what now?
Then, we walk away. Murderers hold the hands of virgins, and we walk away. Our...
write one leaf about butterflies --> haiku cycle
butterfly flutters
by, leaving joy in her path.
butterfly flutters.
.
butterfly flutters
by, but where is she going?
butterfly flutters.
.
butterfly flutters
by; she chases lonely dreams.
butterfly flutters.
.
butterfly flutters
by; soon, we just forget her.
butterfly flutters.
.
butterfly flutters.
her dream is lost forever.
do butterflies fall?
do not deafen yourself to the truth
silence, dirty silence
heavy silence,
empty silence.
full of sounds,
full of pain.
silence:
born
of
muffled
screams.
April 2010
1 post
for jq
I slap the door and carelessly throw myself outside. I keep my stride perfect; it’s all I have. Heels clapclapclap on the pavement, and I imagine that it’s my audience, watching my every move.
My clothes hang limply. They shadow the fluid movements of this human body of mine: a body that used to be human. I sweat, and I want to rip all of this off, but I can’t. I still shiver...