August 3, 2014
La Deuxième Partie

His words sprung

bottom up

with a biting




"Please let the rain wash the filth that covers me; please let the sun boil the skin that is no longer mine. Please take me back to where it all came - let me weed out my desires before it will have turned to pain."

She was twenty one.

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August 1, 2014
This Was Supposed To Be Funny and NOT Poignant

In reference to my recent tweet – I will one day write a book about how the best of friends I’ve ever made were from the oddest of situations. These are fictional (or non-fic, you decide - ) accounts of what really happened.

1. The click and clatter of their home computer went on til about 3 in the morning. This wonderful new thing – the Internets – has gone from bringing new knowledge, to taking over the tangible social structure and turning it to Friendster, to stealing what little sleep I have, these nights.

 Ana, labeled, multimedia student, it said, expensive-school-you-wanted-to-go-to-but-your-parents-couldn’t-afford-it, showed the logo.


Common friends.

2. His face lit up a certain way on early mornings like these; the musky scent of his skin and breath consumed me as I rolled over to see the clock on his side of the bed. 9:45am - they should be here by now.

I didn’t want to wake him up; I never really do – not when I’m able to keep him close enough this way so much so that I can fool myself into thinking that he was mine. The sheets tangled between his bony knees, my skin so presently pressed against his, and I swam in his calm, slumbering depths, and lie awake for a few more moments before

A ring

A pause

A ramble of morns

A run for the bathroom

A run for the main door

I followed down the stairs fixing over a shirt I found on the floor. The balls of my feet felt cold. The semi-familiar face I saw from the other end of the room brought warmth.



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July 29, 2014

She barged into my room uninvitedly and took over spaces I didn’t need to fill.

She took it and it overflowed.

She clasped the hair behind my head and murmured warmth into my bones until I knew of nothing but to long for her.

She danced and crumbled beneath my sweaty palms and fell across my skin like the beaming, first of sun.

Then she sleepwalked away, and further beyond, until my heart could no longer take, the deafening silence of sundown when all I wanted was for her to stay.

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July 27, 2014
The Waiting Place (But Somehow)

she was here

but somehow,

her soul will stay right about

where he took

a part of her






he was near

but somehow

his soul was elsewhere

and she knew

that he felt





they should’ve last

but somehow

their souls

were made

so terribly fine

as deep as the woods

as solemn as the storms

as cold as the fire

as warm as their bones

as finite as infinite can be


they catch the tide

and try to find

the key to love

that’s true




but not tonight

and not in those eyes

or those lips

that burned 

as it touched

whatever was left 

of who i am

when im with you


so it goes

in the waiting place

of things unknown

and your tireless gaze


but my love it’s true

time is cruel






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July 24, 2014
3 am

"If it isn’t too much to ask, I’d like to try again. I’ve always thought love in life breaks you before you actually bend. You know, it has the tendency to shatter you into pieces and force you into certain situations you never thought you’d find yourself in, then you kind of just learn and pick up your pieces and put them back together, and you kind of just…bend. You change, and you evolve, after all the grueling process of breaking - because life is tough, but it works out.

You get up and go and you let it break you, until you learn to not be broken anymore. All is difficult, but doable - and sometimes, on rainy days or slow afternoons, awkward meetings or good byes that don’t make sense, doable is enough to keep you afloat.

Play on, playa.”

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