Monday, December 8, 2014

from Per. 4 on Mon., December 8th


  • In an empty room
    with empty thoughts,

    I lay,
    drifting on waves
    of emotion
    and sailing away
    with time.

  • We all have the mask.
    The mask that we put on
    when someone you love
    is dancing in the sun,
    because you don't want to be
    the cloud that blocks the
    sunshine.

  • Black clouds,
    rollin' coal,
    headin' through
    the dirty hills. That's
    my way of life. I got
    a 12inch smoke-stack,
    4 12s in the back
    on them 35" Nittos

    (Please use mine!)

  • Progress (contd. from last week):

    We walk
    together down
    the street.

    He holds me close
    by the hand
    with a tight clutch--

    a sense of relief
    empowers us both.

From Period 1 on Mon., Dec. 8th


  • Hollow haerts and
    shallow minds...

    I look to you for
    comfort bt all I
    see is a closed door
    and your smirked
    face behind it.

  • Lips,
    closed with silent
    words escaping the
    blue of the eye.

    Hands,
    cautiously touching skin.

    Love?
    One night is all
    I need to
         hear.

  • "I'm in love
    with you"

    A blank stare,
    then I see
    him smile
    through a pixilated
    screen


    The feeling of relief.

  • Slapped in the face
    with reality

    tears slice down
    her face.




    Freedom.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

From Period 4 on Mon., Dec. 1st


  • Sometimes it takes staying
    awake until six in the
    morning to really rest.


  • I sit in front of him,
    he leans toward me,
    I lean away, slowly.

    Try to focus on the
    movie.

    He puts his arm
    around me.

    Oh no.


  • My blouse glows orange
    under the blacklights.

    I am a moving
    traffic cone.

    Caution:
    amateur mini-golfer
    in action,
    it screams.


  • Tall trees still alive,
    yellow leaves shine,
    gently falling to the

             ground

    Hot days follow
    each other, never ending.

    Texas

    Water is still.

From P.1 on Mon., Dec. 1st


  • Black hair

    Blue eyes

    Red lips


    Grandma at Thanksgiving.
  • The sun warmed my back,
    while bitter cold stung my
    face.

    All that was ahead of me
    was the sting of the
    wind and the frost of
    the sky.


  • As he stood there,
    over

                               me

    Not only was his body
    trembling and shaking,

    but his blood was thinning
    and his heart was
    breaking.


  • Lies and love told
    passing through a
    screen.

    --Flashback--

    A night of bruised
    hips and red faces

    Flirt?

    Mixed signals.