what i want you to knowi drink tea now.i guess i just cameto appreciate more subtle tasteswhich is why i could no longerstomach us.i don't laugh the same,braying to drown outhow silently uncomfortable i am;i don't shield my bellywith my arms anymore;i don't look at the groundas much when i walk.what's remained the same isi'm still not very good at math.what's changed is i don't mind.here are some things youshould know:the first night i slept beside him,in his borrowed bed,he watched me slide my pants offlike a sailor observing a mermaidshed her scales, parched mouthand wide eyes hoping i'd steponto his patch of land.you think i meant to hurt youby choosing him — that's not fair.you should also know:a lot of the things you thoughtwere not fair.a lot of the things you said to mewere not fair.what's different is i don't believethem anymore.our big mistake was that summerwhere i still let myself believei belong
but you're not a phonyby the time my voice climbssoftly onto the ivory windowsillof my mouth, coming back homeunceremoniously twitching its tail,you will be moaning into your pillow,breathy and vulnerable.i love you best when you're soft,cracked open like an oyster.oh my, i can see your marrow,darling. it's dark and knottedlike a soul.around here everybody has cornersand everybody's cutting them.they buy two-hundred dollar jeansdesigned to look likean unearthed relic. everyone around herethinks they're an artifact.darling this might be hard to believe,but i'm starting to thinkthat you're one of the only realthings i've got.i feel you sometimesin the rare moment of a day,when after slicing itself aroundall of the hard edges of buildings,the wind hushes, reaches out a hand,and ever so sweetly grazesthe tender flesh of my inner elbow.that is the pink patch of skinwith your name underneath. that isthe quiet tattoo.i love you bestwhen i can make you laugh soberand when you shudde
RavenThe raven would not say my name -only flutter its wingand settle on the branch.I watched its cockle eyestudy me and the rooftopsthat sang of autumn.Leaves swirled in the wiresas the air blisterd around meand I could feel myselffalling once again -somewhere the lightwould still remember me.
Lies Told to Children1. There is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You can end your family’s financial troubles if you can find it.2. Your older brother just said duck. Really.3. Once a tooth detaches itself from your gum you should put that mass of dead cells and bacteria under your pillow. A fairy will enter your room once you are sleeping and exchange your tooth for money. Why your tooth is worth 5 cents when your classmate gets ten dollars is irrelevant, the tooth fairy has her reasons.4. The bully is just jealous of you, if you do not respond they will leave you alone.5. A magical elderly man watches you year round and judges you with his moral standards. Once a year he will enter your home via chimney. Trust this man, for his perception of good and evil is undisputed. Should he find you worthy of reward he will leave gifts, if he sees the wickedness in your soul he will leave coal. Coal is pretty helpful if you need fuel for a fire or want payback next year.6. Nothing is wrong.7. &
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
Don't Be Like Me: The Five Reasons WhyHello.My name is Rachel for those whom may not know.And I am here to tell you about myself.The first thing is that I don't like myself.Well, my body, to be precise.My hair is too brown and bland, never long enough for my preference and always tangled.My nose too big, my eyelashes too long, my eyes too green.I'm too short, my nails too chipped, my lips too chapped.The second thing I don't like is my personality.I am far too shy in front of strangers.I am far too loud in front of friends.I say the wrong things and come off as insensitive.I don't say anything and come off as uncaring.So I'm stuck with being completely sarcastic, so I can easily say:"Of course I didn't mean it."The third thing I don't like is my mentality.I am technically smarter than most, my IQ higher than average.I can read faster and comprehend more than most teenagers should.I think creatively, not analytically.Which translates to my fourth thing.I don't like my social skills, if I have any.I cann
TodayI drew a picture of you today. Not because I wanted to. Not because I miss you.I drew a picture of you today. Because your face invades my mind, Every waking moment of consciousnesses.I drew a picture of you today, Simply to rid my thoughts of you. Because I can't bare to see you.I drew a picture of you today. And when I find the courage, When I find the strength.I will burn it.
Bitlets 229The man in the mirror was framed and hung.
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the skyDramatic chorus sings silken ribbonsOn the mountaintop, out there in the darknessWhere plants are withered from lack of sunAnd all that is now will be what wasAnd all that was will be once againAs limbs attach themselves to torsosWe get up and walk, smiling, into the lightTeeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembledNew feathered wings stitched to backsThe plants are green on the other sideGrowth ensured by the ever-bright light
lets play pretendI am a lion, brave and strong,I am your defence, for when others see you wrong.I am a warrior, bold and alertbut I am still a person, and a personcan still hurt.
Dancing AloneYes I dance alonebut only because there are no parties tonightwill you come dance with me?
grinning bladesyou asked me what's that what's that onyourwrist and i said it's nothing, my cat did itand you said you're lying; they are spiderwebbed and swelling and i gave you the rusty scissors and saidi'm sorry,i'm sorry.