she stands by the street corner, as cars drive past. she wonders if she should cross. traffic.
waif-like with her long cascading hair and shapeless ivory dress, she is far from being one. traffic. moves so fast it seems like a whirlwind danced through the streets moving everyone with it except her. traffic. a breeze blows past her face from across the street, sweeping the hair behind her. traffic. pushes her along even though she doesn't want to walk. traffic. she gets hit by a car. traffic. does not stop. traffic. she gets up bruised. traffic. crosses. traffic.
Entry @ 2:39 AM;
Friday, November 28, 2008
she rests her head
on a shallow plate
wanting to bury
only to glance up from it
and smile gleefully
with her fork and knife
prick it, her skin
but be careful
for it might shatter
and through it's reflection
you'll see her face
raw
Entry @ 10:39 PM;
Thursday, November 27, 2008
no not to my face
if you truly see how brittle it is
no not to my face
Entry @ 6:06 PM;
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
sometimes we try our best to solve matters in a way we think will bring about the best outcome
but the truth is what you think is the best outcome may not be the best for everyone after all
and though you can't help but wonder what it really is
deep down inside maybe you don't really want to know after all.
devil and the deep blue sea.
indifference and dislike.
tricky isn't it.
Entry @ 2:54 AM;
Sunday, November 09, 2008
titter titter
pitter patter
fear what's the unknown
bitter beater
hitter hatter
survival made strong
fitter fleeter
dither darter
run into the storm
sitter satur
little later
and the world goes on
Entry @ 1:16 AM;
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
it's like catching lightning
Entry @ 2:08 AM;
Sunday, November 02, 2008