sheSCREAMSirony

"I don't want to grow up," I tell you, and you say things about the world that make me start to cry. "People like us,"                                            you whisper.                                            "They beat us down."       

        i wanted to be a unicorn;                     truly, i did, when i was little i wanted               to grow up and be a unicorn,                     somewhere far away from this place                     and i only want it more                     as i get older.                                     i used to watch movies                     about unicorns, sprawled out on                                       green carpet filled with pasta stains and                  we would take pictures and walk for hours,                        and I loved it then,                        loved it when the summer seemed

The out of practice touch shrinking back (try, try again) the stages of growing together (backwards sunrises, sunsets) and finding yourself (alone) the dreams of ghosts and unsettling this is my home. tonight the carrion crow stops circling - he's found the throat of a lamb who cannot struggle any longer.

1. days spent. the albatross came with a wingspan great and unending. it strayed for a moment, getting caught in telephone wires but managing to break free in the end. the elephant in the room was unmoved, whispering "what really makes things literary is the conceit." 2. running. blue and red lights flash behind me. the dark purple bruises under my eyes don't respond, feet shuffling to comply at knocks and fingers fumbling with getting the window down in time. i don't look the officer in the eye as i pass him pieces of paper i assume are correct. the windshield is invisible if you ignored the spider web cracks on the passeng

Penciling in eyebrows is hard enough since I’ve started over-plucking but now I’ve got something stuck inside of my ribs no it’s not my heart, I mean really in my ribs, in the marrow of it all, they’re flower petals   I could say, to make it less disgusting when really what’s stuck is   that stupid A+ because I know I won’t get it and someone else will, as if the + matters more now than it did in Kindergarten; I live my life in degrees of neutrality and yet my future hinges on electrons and protons and what about that inconsolable grey area in between which was good enough before now but not

Pain indescribable loss unbearable infinite sadness the unfillable void. Take your raw emotion press its glass shards into your heart. Let your heart bleed. Treasure the jagged gem of your pain Cleanse it with your tears rub its sharp edges with your sorrow buff its dull ache with what you have lost polish it with your memories. Expose this rare jewel, let it shine. To feel is to care To remember is to not forget To mourn is to love.

i loved you in stolen glances in individual moments i wrapped up in eager dreams waiting for a hushed smile that never came but reflected itself in the midnight rain of my bedroom window i loved you as a secret that lay between the shadows of my heart and the tip of my tongue i could not whisper your name aloud but god, did i want to i loved you boundlessly like the wind, with no beginning and no end forever traveling across your landscape chasing the sunset resting on your horizon

Once upon a midnight boring while I sat there, softly snoring drooling o'er the pizza boxes that lay scattered cross the floor as I sprawled amidst the squalor suddenly there came a holler and it made me sit up taller than I ever had before "tis some drunken fool," I muttered, "talking to my chamber door only this and nothing more." Ah, dimly I recall, it was sometime in the fall when this fellow had the gall to come screaming at my door Eagerly I sought the morrow. In a drink I drowned my sorrow mixed in blender I did borrow from the fellow up a floor then I downed another drink (twas only three, or was it four?) at least my head