26 May 2005 ~ 2 Comments

it had not broken after all.

“You try to decide if you should take this as a message of endings. Or beginnings.”
i read francesca lia block’s necklace of kisses and enjoyed it very much. i actually cried during the last four pages or so. i am working ten 8-hour days in a row at mcdonald’s. not the most fun in [...]

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24 May 2005 ~ 0 Comments

skinned knees & the skid marks.

“Three more years and then maybe you will be ready, you will have passed the test, you will be able to be with him again. Three years of living inside the big books, eating mushuritos, finding more places to punch holes in your body. What was Angel Juan looking for? she wondered. [...]

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28 March 2005 ~ 0 Comments

crank

“We kissed for about
the thousandth time,
No promises,
no demands,
Just solid rebuilding
of shattered trust.”
“And then
he took
my hand,
Put it right there.
showed me
how to make
things right.
Yes, just like that.
For him.
But what
about me?”
“‘I love you, let’s see other people.’
Interesting
sentence structure.”
“Walked home
beneath
the celestial
cathedral. No kiss
at my door, only his
good-bye.
Not enough,
but how could
I beg for more? Did he
mean forever, or just for
now?”
“If [...]

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01 December 2004 ~ 0 Comments

hard love

“first you laugh, then you tell a pretty lie, then you stick your tongue in each other’s mouths, then you say something really mean and hurtful to each other, then you go off to find somebody else who wants to play the game.”
“the material was slippery under my hand. right. another person i just couldn’t [...]

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18 August 2004 ~ 0 Comments

born confused

“they say in the east you love the person you marry and in the west you marry the person you love. but maybe it’s a lot simpler than that. maybe you just love the person you love.”
“when it wasn’t too late and the music was just beginning.”
“it was holding on so tightly that was hurting [...]

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17 July 2004 ~ 11 Comments

j’ai un tatouage!

i was no longer the storm girl, fish girl, rose girl, mirror. i was nothing and she was everything and he was gone.

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01 February 2004 ~ 5 Comments

from kristen’s AIM profile (4):

“sometimes…it’s better for a man just to walk away.”
“but if you can’t walk away?”
“i guess that’s when it’s tough.”
- Arthur Miller, “The Death of a Salesman”

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25 May 2003 ~ 0 Comments

the bell jar:

“The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn’t thought about it.”
“The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn’t do at all.

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13 August 2002 ~ 0 Comments

you remind me of you (2)

you can’t decide how someone will go about loving you.
all i’d wanted to be when i grew up was yours.
boxes of letters have been shredded but i won’t wipe your handprints from the sliding glass door.
all of our mistakes – innumerable as stars.
how sad for us that i have made a myth of us when [...]

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11 August 2002 ~ 0 Comments

you remind me of you

…you’re down
in the basement with your
drumset barricading you
from the rest of us.
when i finally get down
there, i can’t talk to you
over the snare drum
tantrum…so when my
right arm prickles and then
numbs and my chest all of a
sudden feels like it’s
splintering, i stick
my hand out, across the face
of the drum, and say please
don’t tell anyone but
something’s wrong
with [...]

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