Tag Archives: teenage girl

Roads Less Traveled

She looked at me in her muddled state with eyes that had never been clearer, dark blue diamonds with storms beneath the surface. There were clouds of dialogue floating over every mind around us, and she sliced the sky with … Continue reading

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Sleepless Dreams

The haunting colors of a memory that separates life into before and after swirls around me, a reminder of how it feels to reminisce while the rest of the world sleeps. The above reverts from clear diamonds to coal, soot smeared across … Continue reading

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Liebster Award

Guess what? Yours truly has been nominated for a Liebster Award by the amazing Jenny Li! You should go check out her blog, http://insatiablebeforedeath.wordpress.com/  .So, the rules of the award are: 1. List 11 facts about yourself. 2. Answer the … Continue reading

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Pawns of the Night

The day is bleeding into the edges of night, pastels seeping into the corners of the horizon line. In a few more minutes the rush of reality will become too bitter of a pill to swallow together, so we’ll mumble goodbyes … Continue reading

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Stained Echos and Northern Skies

Suspended from a tight rope above an unsuspecting city, the clouds are silk up here but the sky is cutting and the moon is as piercing as the streetlights below, a faded glow of forgotten conversations, words mumbled underneath the … Continue reading

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Invisible Shadows

Peeling paint underneath the pastel wallpaper, locking the car door the moment you see a ‘them’, a ‘them’ that’s somehow so separate from the ‘us’. It’s all so sensible it can drive you insane. There’s a beating in the ears … Continue reading

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Drafts

Little details burn your throat. She likes her coffee black and her red converse without socks and she’s never danced in the rain, but she’s sung in the snow. All the small brushstrokes making up her whole you’ll never need … Continue reading

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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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