- I hate the mannequins
of Old Navy
because they
are the perfect
plastic family
when you never
even got me that
Barbie for my 8th
birthday.
- Anonymous
names slides like raw eggs
off the smooth surface
of your windowless eyes.
runny yolks breathing into
marigold bursts,
technicolor pixels.
- Fists join in the
air rebelling
against Death,
living Young.
Slaughtering Time.
- As the night
became morning
and friends
became family,
I fell in love
with the thought
of being in love.
- Sifting through your
too-big pockets, which
never did fit your hands
like mine did.
There are twelve pennies
which is too many for
anyone to carry.
I never did like change.
- A single thread holds
the worn-down
heart-strings together
then,
he hangs up.
- A rush and song of water
leads
us
down
to the trees.
- I joke a lot,
I know.
I just don't want
to cry.
- He walked
with his head held
high, while the world
pushed harder and harder
onto his shoulders.
- Darkened skies that
cried as the wind
howled.
- Feel the chilled,
loud wind
whipping against &
through my hear as I speed
down the trail.
- The smooth, sleek
plastic laid between
my palms as its buttons were
mashed desperately trying
to seek
revenge.
- The crust, perfectly cooled,
a golden brown. The greasy goodness
on my hand as I pulled the white cheese
layer, showing red sauce
now
filling my shirt.
A stain that would last a lifetime.
- Multiple dressing rooms,
lots of loud people,
over-friendly customer service.
"Can I help you?"
Expensive price tags &
friends' opinions.
- Feeling the warmth
of the fluffy dark
blanket over time,
as I settle down on the bed
that's like a
cloud catching my
z's. In a pitch-black space,
worrying about nothing,
not even waking up early.
- Filling everywhere
like paper to a glue-stick,
the fence-post weeps.
