Monthly Archives: January 2013

Pink Staccato Night

It’s a pink staccato night, flourescent lights floating under a dull moon. The beat of glossy heels on decaying crosswalks in the most alive chapter of night keep my eyelashes intertwined for the slightest of seconds and my fingers dancing around the … Continue reading

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Once in A Blue Moon

There’s a little laughter in your voice as you look down the night road from behind the safety of your windshield, speaking of little liquids in blue bottles for another night that pry your body away from the future and pull … Continue reading

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Playing Cards

We sit in our little bottle of memories, throwing words like shooting stars, flaming meanings encased in easy metaphors. Phrases passed back and forth, each of us telling our own carefully fabricated truths to unravel the other’s. It’s all flourescent lights … Continue reading

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Karma Calling

*My first attempt at something like lyrics…oh well* Talking trash in bathroom stalls Lipstick prints; tile on the walls Pillowy lips part for the latest scandal You love the spotlight so you’ll burn a candle Little words come seeping through The … Continue reading

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Live a life prosthetic, die a life pathetic

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Eyes Closed, Ears Open

The safety of prolonged scattered showers has crumbled, bits of dry winter sunlight slipping through the cracks to expose what was always there. It’s always been wrong in the most clinical way, the kind of cut and dry, rapid blinking, … Continue reading

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Becoming

Snow stuck to the bottom of our shoes, we’ll run across ice and whisper across burnt snowflakes emerging from the flames, little smiles in smaller envelopes, untouched in metal mailboxes by the curb. Lights will shade the stars from the … Continue reading

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