January 2009
my nose is under attack!
save yourself!
Night is silent, beckoning, Air is chill, taunting, enticing, So easy to run, never come back, Hide from the hole humans call life, Mindless drifting, working, excelling In what? (A pit called “the future”) In the meantime, a night is smiling, Waiting to be taken, waiting to be tried, Path is lit, trail is marked, So, so easy just to run. Take it? Leave it? Choice seems clear. Down the...
your eyes, do they tear?
do you smile when you’re happy, do you frown when you’re sad? does your palm ever clam, does your knee ever shake? do you shiver in the cold, do you ever even sweat? do your toes curl in excitement, do your fingers ever dance? does your heart pound, does your stomach squirm? does your head ever throb? when you’re hurt, do you cry? are you human? are you dead?
“I think it’s supposed to hurt right now.”
it meant nothing
Every single time I hear those three words roll from your lips, tumbling down from your six foot three frame and falling haphazardly upon my ears before slipping down my shoulders, descending lightly until they get swallowed by the hardened ground, I wish I can tell you how I really feel. How you are so wrong and how much it means to me.
Each time you say those words, I look into your pleading...
I can count the number of times I have ever smoked a cigarette on one hand.
So why do I crave one whenever I pass a newstand?
Drafts of a life #1
“Please,” she pleaded, lower lip trembling, clutching onto his sleeve as if to stop him from moving. “We need you here.”
He pushed her away and she stumbled back. His long hair covered his eyes and for that he was grateful.
“Do not come after me,” he commanded, his voice soft and steady, laced with a subtle threat. “Do not seek me, do not call for me,...
“I never doubted you, not even for a second.”
jealousy just burns
and burns until nothing’s left
but more jealousy
my name's melissa...
… not michelle.
People can never get it right. In my first class today, a cute guy sat down next to me and we ended up talking and introducing ourselves.
At the end of class, he asked for my email, so I gave it to him, and he wrote down “- michelle” next to it and I didn’t have the heart to correct him.
i’ve skipped bio for a lot more stupid reasons.
How do you get over a boy?
Please tell.
Everything I’ve tried has failed and I’m already $300+ deep.
dreams, hopes, love, crushes
fun at first until its gone
touch, envy, hate, cry, scream
burning up until its gone
skin, height, hair, lips, eyes
take for granted until its gone
confusion
i love you not
and yet i dont or do or dont
you’re so far away
why are you so far away
be closer, okay?
i’ve become so mean
must say sorry, give a hug
it’s not personal
i just picked my nose
i forgot to close the shades
wonder if he saw
pretty magazine nails
pros: pretty!
cons: ugly after water contact :(
what you need:
process:
end result:
favorite:
with flash:
they were pretty until i decided to take a shower. no matter how much top coat you put on, water finds a way to seep under and soak the magazine paper. after several soakings, the clips lose their color and start looking messy. :( sadface.
there must be a way around...
i write poems with words like lust and love and infatuation and kisses and musk and sweat and compassionation and misses loving misters with hugs and tugs and must love intertwining fingers.
and i imagine boys with stringy hair and sharp faces with pointed noses and untied laces and angles and edges and thin lipped ledges and stumpy chins with stumples of stubble over jawbones and big hands and...
seeking happiness
How can I ever face you again?
I tossed and turned all night, I thought of this scenario, that scenario, I dreamt of the future, … mostly nightmares.
Woke up at 5am and went for a three mile run.
I feel like a complete idiot and while I’d love to blame you and pretend to be the one wronged in this scenario, I can’t.
It just sort of hurts, I guess. I’ll get over it.
what good is it?
i’m sorry.
goodbye.
things in 10's
1) feeling used like a discarded condom. 2) starting new never felt so old. 3) bitter and aching and sadness all around. 4) less fun to be around as each year passes. 5) canceling all plans i might have made with you. 6) nyc is a light at the end of a straw. 7) can feel my spirit withering away. 8) he makes me upset more than he makes me happy. 9) in pursuit of happier times. 10) getting lost.