Figure framed in still life on a mental camera.
That pose:
Ankles cross and eyes drift a little to the side.
For one instant she is perfect,
Everything you want to be.
You burn to be identical,
A perfect copy,
You would be crazy to aspire to anything else.
Looking like that would assure ...
We each have a way to shield ourselves
Storing our problems on far away shelves
You with your camera lens
And me with my imaginary friends
Friends who reside in my pen
Always there yet never forgotten
Friends waiting to come to life
To voice my every pain, every strife
They speak without pr...
You can’t do this. You won’t describe it well enough. Anyone reading this will laugh a your choice of words. You are nothing but a naïve little girl.
There is no foundation for this piece, and no inspiration for making one. There is no good reason for me to be writing this. I only write it b...
I slam the door open and stomp across the living room.
Tommy’s dead.
Stauci called me on my way home from work. Suicide. We were his best friends, all he had. If we weren’t enough to keep him here then his drug dealing father and prostitute mother definitely weren’t. The poor guy didnâ€...
There are a great number of Twilight-haters out there, and in many was I can be classified as one of them, but the honest truth is that many of us who now hate Twilight were once fans.
The Twilight series was recommended to me by my aunt who knew I liked vampire books (I liked vampires before the...
They don’t know me.
They think I’m just a quiet girl without enough courage to speak up for herself. The adjectives they use to describe me are smart and quiet. They know nothing about me.
They know nothing about the files stored on my computer, the thousands and thousands of beautiful w...
On Friday morning I look in the mirror. I see a girl in an Aero hoodie and dark was boot cut jeans from the same store. The hoodie is just like the ones all of her friends have, but a different color. The jeans are dark wash and boot cut because that is fashionable, even if the girl would rather wea...
I sit in a chair looking out my window. I listen to the rain pounding on the windowpane see the water sliding like tears down the glass. The house is quiet. I am alone. 43 minutes till midnight
The rain is still falling but I am no longer content to sit and watch it. I move through the house at...
When I first read this book the language confused me a little bit. There were words and phrases that I'd never even heard before, at least not outside my grandparent’s house. After a while I looked at the copyright date, 1971. I wondered why a book that was so old was on a bookshelf in a book...
Lately it is about divided in half who likes Taylor Swift and who is just plain sick of her. For a while her songs were insanely popular, the disadvantage of this being everyone turns the radio dial when they hear Love Story the song is amazing but we’ve all heard it so many times and are getting ...