At least we tried"Let's stop this pretending" she whispered between wine-flavored kisses that stained my lips with hers, sharp fingernails marking my arms with crescent moon memories of forgotten, faded nights.Her eyes engraving themselves in the cement of my mind, terrified, empty globes that pierce the fragments of sky that filter through the closed blinds.And I know, and she knows, we're hiding, always hiding.We've only ever belonged in the dark gaps of stairways and the lonely, empty space left on library bookshelves,but with grasping, clawing fingers, we tried.God, we tried.
DriveThe tires roll beneath us, the only sound ringing in our ears Kathunk, Kathump, Kathunk, Kathump and she is staring out the windows (at the hills, at the road, anywhere but at me). We needed to get out, escape from this town."But not like this," She whispers, fighting off the saline tears that burn tracks down her cheeks. "I never meant like this." and I convince myself that she means the bad blood and not me. She could never mean me.And we drive through big city lights and small interstate towns. We don't stop (We'll never stop) and she dozes, porcelain skin pressed against the tinted window like a specimen on a microscope slide, and i
its a risk im willing to takeLoveLustSometimes its hard to distinguishbetween the twobut it's hard....not to be attracted to someone with such beauty and strength as hespecially when he makes laughand smile when i don't feel like itTo him it's lust for me it's loveI take him in because I'd rather it'dbe me than some other girlI know I'll get hurtbut for him it's a risk I'm willingto take.
InsomniaInsomnia or Thoughts In The Late-Night-Early-MorningI lay still awakeLate night early morning thoughtsRunning through my headWhat happens in the late night early morning dark is this. One stupid song lets out one stupid memory which lets out one whole year of grief which refuses to go back into the little box in the back of my head that I forced it into last year. In one fell swoop it all comes back and then the tears won't stop. My mind grabs at anything in its attempt to put all the tears back in the box in the back of my head where they belong. As it does, my hand reaches for the worn old bear who sits in the corner of the bed, wai
two letters and an e-mail.one. the first look i gotof this world wasof immac*late porcelainfrom above. thanks forp*tting things inp e r sp e c t i v e .two. all i have left of yo* is n i n e t y- t w o c e n t s of dr*g money and abook bo*nd in packing tape.that is the cost of af at h e r .three. these vowels have a stor [...y]a or e or i or o--u never made the list.[you're s-ns-l-ssw-th--t your
PerspectivesThe sun, moon and starsare just the sweetest nothingsfrom a lover's lipsThe sun, moon and starsare just broken promisesfrom a liar's heart.
CurtainCurtain.The stage is bare.(Enter UNIFORMED MAN from upstage left, pushing large box. Sets center. Exits.Pause. Sound of snoring.Pause. Sound of PHONE ringing. Box trembles violently.)NICK: (Offstage, wakes with a start) What?! Who?! Eh?! Argh! My foot!! (Violent cursing, partially censored by PHONE.)PHONE: We're sorry, but we are unable to answer your call at the moment. Please leave your name, number, and reason for calling, and we will get back to you as soon as possible.
Music's got the feeling in meMusic's got the feeling in meFreeing my soul to speakLetting my voice say, what I'd never have said beforeDance with me, as we celebrateCelebrate this place we've found for usFeeling free, to let it just beTonight is the first nightDon't wait… Don't let us pass you byIt's right, tonight, forever….Music's got the feeling in me…
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