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Gasoline Rainbow

She was ironically beautiful, like a gasoline rainbow. I have found this to be the truest truth: beauty comes in all forms, but the kind of beauty that changes you somewhere inside always comes in the shape of a gasoline rainbow. The kind of rainbow you s...

Isabel

I have a weakness for pretty girls named Isabel. Not Isabelle, with two l’s slashing through words like paper cuts, nor Isabella, who’s softer sound makes me think of meek and doe-eyed children. Isadora is acceptable, but not preferable. Isabel is the per...

I Am The Way The Story Ends

I am the way the story ends. I am the blackness before dawn and the midnight rage of sleepless dreamers. I am the bleeding soul and the homeless god and the condemning of an angel. I am a virtuous sinner, a story without words, the blood on the pavement,...

Open the Door

To my sister, who keeps me up all night, every night. Thanks a lot.

lying awake light flooding from under the crack in the door voices starting at a whisper, slowly growing louder till they escalate so much I can hear them in my fevered dreams midnight already, but the storm hasn’t even begun woken up by another fight tha...

Wings

Can you miss something you have never had? Do the pigeons desire the thumbs, the hands, we swear by, that have gotten us so far? Do they feel its absence as strongly as they feel the sun on their back? Do the fish miss the lungs that allow the animals to...

Madison

“Would you like me to leave?” she asks, face turned towards mine, eyes hidden underneath a pair of Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses like she’s afraid of seeing what’s really out there. Some days I wonder if she dreams in sepia-tinted images, light filtering thr...

Survivor's Guilt

Underneath my exterior that tries to convince the world that yeah, I’m tough as fucking nails, there lies that same frightened child, who still hears her screams and pleads for mercy, the same time, every night, begging for him to leave her alone. But eve...

The Kid

Curls of red and holes instead Lay where eyes should be; Glasses hid the shame of the Kid Who’d never been able to see. Kid was small, the shortest of all The ones in high school that year So they chuckled and leered and he trembled and feared The wrath i...

I Don't Wanna

he just doesn't wanna

I don't wanna go to bed I'm playing the Sims 3 I don't wanna go to bed I'd rather attack a tree. I don't wanna go to school. I'll have to sit and listen! I don't wanna go to school. I'd rather go be christened.I don't wanna do my homework. Why can't I go...

Confess

There was kid who always hid From his parent's furious yells He stayed at places where he knew no faces And his alarm clock was the bells. His name was short and gave him a fort From the troubles day to day When children teased he always thanked and pleas...

A Vicious Cycle

the rich are getting richer the poor are getting poorer sorrow is a field of dead gems contrite as you walk away they fall out of sight snatch away the light as you rise to greater heights and you forget from whence you hail the memories become stale your...

I'm Fine

I can see her out of the corner of my eye, but she doesn’t realize it. Maybe she does, actually, now that I reflect on it; but it’s an unspoken rule that she speaks first, and that I answer the inevitable with an air of surprise. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine...

Flight Path

A lone figure by the end of the world I watch the sunlight dip below glowing horizons waves splashing onto sand of silvery white wind rushing like it has somewhere to go I don't. The bold waves breach my solitary confinement brought on by my own foolishne...

A Girl Without A Name

nameless she stalks the cage of her shadow a predator a hunter waiting to pounce on the fringes of reality blurring the lines she cannot remember from whence she came or to where she is headed she feeds on the sins and fevered dreams of childhood's end fo...