What You See Is What You Get.

There Will Come Soft Rains

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 10:30:24 -0400

“there will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
and swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
and frogs in the pools singing at night,
and wild plum trees in tremulous white;
robins will wear their feathery fire,
whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
and not one will know of the war, not one
will care at last when it is done.
not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
if mankind perished utterly;
and spring herself, when she woke at dawn
would scarcely know that we were gone.” —sara teasdale

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Never Ends

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 10:30:00 -0500

“i’m holding on to a life i’ll never get back; it’s too hard to let go. i‘m on the right train but the wrong tracks trying not to derail. nothing is like it was before; i know not who i am anymore. chasing something that’s behind me; ~~when will i be set free?”~~ —miw

Cursed Life

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 10:30:22 -0500

“you best start believing in ghost stories… you’re in one” —pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl

Mirror Images

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 10:30:00 -0500

~~“i’m playin’ the role of the happy girl, but no one knows inside i’m alone but i would never let it show. i get everyday too much work and not enough play, over and over it’s always the same”~~ — anneliese van der pol

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Differences

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 10:30:18 -0500

“this is my grasp on what is real; don’t tell me how i feel” —a day to remember

Just A Number

Tue, 27 Nov 2012 10:30:41 -0500

“no exertion of the legs can bring two minds much nearer to one another” — henry david thoreau

Left Behind

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 10:31:08 -0500

“yes, you live a lie; tell you why: you’re always preaching not to be numb, when that’s how you thrive. you pretend to create and observe when you really detach from feeling alive” —rent

Confined

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 10:30:00 -0400

~~“if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. it’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”~~ — ronnie radke

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Untold Stories

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 10:30:47 -0400

my face tells my story better than any other part of me could; a story that evokes emotions that nobody else around me could truly understand.

my earthy green eyes are decorated with hints of hazel radiating from the black center. my eyelids are lined with black, donning a usual smoky grey. mascara admittedly helps along my eyelashes. for the record, it doesn’t work like the commercials say. nothing does. a different kind of shadow touches the underside of my eyes, another reminder of the stresses in my day.

my nose is dainty and perfectly curved, a smooth, continuous slope for the bridge with no way to keep up my glasses. i’m sick of constantly adjusting the slipping black frames. i feel like a nerd. but maybe that’s fitting.

my skin is pale; always burning, never tanning. my cheeks are uneven to say the least. my left side is my good side: smooth and young. my right cheek is the opposite. it’s scarred, marred with hills and valleys, pink instead of peach. “aged” and “harsh” come to my mind. the lack of symmetry is like night and day. my cheek bones are prominent; they stick out, rounding, ruining short hair for me. with it, i would resemble a chipmunk. bangs sweep across my forehead. i constantly adjust or shake my dirty-blonde hair, desperately attempting to cover the scar i know i cannot hide. nobody is brave enough to ask but i know they want to. makeup covers what it can, just slightly heavier over the right cheekbone. i do what i can to find balance. “normal” isn’t what i’m looking for; just a hint of balance.

a stubborn beauty mark sits above the right corner of my mouth, throwing off my symmetry even more. looking closely, the ghosts of stitches can still be seen upon my lips. i still remember that night. my pale pink lips shimmer slightly from my strawberry chapstick. every word i’ve ever impressed upon someone’s ear has passed over my lips.

a breathy tone sneaks into my vocal cords most days. a ghost-like quality takes over and to my own ears, it seems as though my words are only half present. the timbre in the words i speak only further betrays my shyness, but nothing else would feel right. trying to hide it would feel unnatural. the only exception is when i surrender to anger. my words gain an edge, cutting through air like a butter knife.

my voice isn’t often heard by a lot of people, a result of my shy demeanor. when i do speak, words pour quickly out of my mouth; at times, too fast for some to understand. words come out jumbled and confused in my rush to say what needs to be said.

these things i would never change. these things make me an individual; they reflect my hardships and triumphs. this is how i will stay.

Intentions Backwards

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 09:37:41 -0400

“second chances they don’t ever matter, people never change. once a whore you’re nothing more, i’m sorry, that’ll never change, and about forgiveness, we’re both supposed to have exchanged: i’m sorry honey, but i passed it up… well there’s a million other girls who do it just like you, looking as innocent as possible to get to who they want and what they like; it’s easy if you do it right, well i refuse, i refuse, i refuse!” —paramore

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