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are you listening?It's a day of the week and I'm feeling again, but I hardly care enough to share specifics. Liquid rushes past my throat and I remember that I'm awake. Music is the only thing in my life that hasn't melted yet. It stays breathtakingly sharp and beautiful, sharing horrors and fears and loves with me. I let it fill my ears and spill over and run marathons along my arms to my fingertips. Skin is a semi permeable membrane.are you listening?
I walk into the kitchen and the refrigerator is singing sounds of shivers, and I dance to the music, humming along and making shaky laughing sounds. The kitchen sink and the area around it is muted, but the sky is


The Morning StoryYou descend down the stairs as queen of the morning. With tangled hair, drooping pajamas and a symphony of cracking joints, you are beautiful. It's christmas, and the whitest thing in sight is your "to-do" list.The Morning Story
As you stretch your arms, the sun becomes dawn and then shatters. It's gotten past the habit of breaking. Have you?
The fridge light is your spotlight as you pull out the milk of human kindness. You attempt to pour yourself a glass, but it's discolored, foul smelling, and slightly more solid than you expected it to be. The whole carton finds it's way to the trash, but you were never one to love it in the fir


Crossword PuzzlesSeated on the edge of a parkbench You solve your crossword puzzle again Your hair falling into all of the right places And your eyes being all of the right shadesCrossword Puzzles
You try to find three words for a "white lie" The first word has one letter The second has four And the last one is irrelevant.
12 Down is a four letter word "A strong connection between two people" Like others of the same length, You toss it around lightly.
5 Across is my name, and you cross it out It probably didn't belong With all of those other words Strong connection


BackwardsBackwardsBackwards
Bruises memories and scars
will all fade away with the new backwards patterns of the days.
I've got gashes running up and down just about everywhere Trust me, your salt doesn't help
Pedal backwards Up this downward slope But that really only applies the brakes....
...doesn't it?
Mascara stained tears
Will travel back into eyes Then everything will be perfect Perfectly fake.
Every step forwards
Is another spent spiraling down Why... Why didn't we just walk backwards in the first pl


The Photographs We Never TookOh, the story we could tell If we gathered all the photographs we never took And compiled them in a scrapbook With a white cover and red bowsThe Photographs We Never Took
We could tell about that time When you spilled chocolate cake
Down the front of your dress
As you shoved it into your face at the party
That time When cried at my little brothers funeral Mascara writing sorrows down your cheek And lots of snot filled tissues
Oh, the story we could tell With a picture of you, fingers down throat Trying to be as thin as the pages of the magazine All of th


I stood five steps behind her.I stood five steps behind her. Faces. I could remember them.I stood five steps behind her.
Her's wasn't familar.
I stood five steps behind her.
Tear streaked cheeks And unsightly sobs
I stood five steps behind her.
And I wondered,
"Who cries at the movie theater?"
I stood five steps behind her. Her and her sorrows about life The glory of laying on your back against the ground And the taste of ground up tiaras
I stood five steps behind her.
Doing what only seemed natural, I took five steps forward.


The purpose of ImaginationThe world just isn't that romantic. They aren't supressing usThe purpose of Imagination
It's just that grey paint is cheap
And it complements the grey tiles
Every morning The telephone companies paint the sunrise
On the eastern window Of our narrow minds
On Christmas eve our parents are up late
And God doesn't answer. We cope with two lies in one night
And rip up carefully wrapped paper While the telephone companies are painting
You're spinning a rope out of childhood disappointments To hang yourself on this afternoon
Next to my old tire swing. I shall put dark red lillies on your grave And everyo

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this is alexis btw.
I shall add you now.
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Not really sure what I'm supposed to do with this... [link] <<Click?
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