Tiny fragments are ripping, tearing,
echoing around me.
No breath,
I cant tell if Im upright or not.
Everythings moving too quickly.
Pushing, pulling,
the air leaves paper cuts.
The wind tightens the ropes
splintering them
until Im free,
grasping a single thread,
twirling in the sharp wind.
Hummer: Like Nothing Else by chezziepoo, literature
Literature
Hummer: Like Nothing Else
Hummer: Like Nothing Else
The phone rang; once, twice the machine clicked on. Hi, youve reached the Andersons! Were unavailable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, well get to you, lickity-split! squeaked a perky voice, promptly followed by the mundane beep.
A man cleared his throat, and with a heavy southern accent said, Mrs. Anderson, this is Spence from Rappahannock Motors, calling to let you know that your cars ready for pick-up whenever you are. Have a good weekend. Back in the master bedroom, a woman was watching herself pull back her chestnut
Orions Belt
Lying on the side of the road, my car flipped upside down in a grassy road median, I wish I had studied the night sky more when I was younger. I know there are winter skies and summer skies, but Im at a loss about spring or fall. I stare up at the whatever-the-fuck-season sky, my vision clearer than ever before, and cant find Orion. Hes the easiest to find, and I know hes in the winter sky or, at least, I think he is.
A flashlight shines over my eyes. I turn away, the blotches covering stars randomly, ruining my hunt for Orion. I cover my face with my right hand.
You ok?
Time Out
I walk into the café. Every male head turns towards me as I saunter over to the counter to order my overpriced Starbucks coffee, my heels making soft clicks on the tiled floor. I reach into my tiny Coach purse, fire-red acrylic nails clicking on everything they touch as I look for my credit card. After paying, I push my long brown locks from my face, and wink seductively at the man behind the counter.
Ok, thats how I would have entered had it been seven years ago. Instead, my five-year-old son drags me inside, making me trip over my own feet, frizzy hair bouncing around and impeding my vision.
Come on! I w
the ribbed edges scrape
not cut,
but caressing empty pages,
where the pictures of frivolous memories
should be,
reddens the finger tips.
the photo album whistles near the chest,
unable to collect dust because
she won't leave it be
hoping that
one day
the pictures in her mind developed
and found their way to the plastic haven.
It was the canopy of bright lights,
that sucked my soul in, stirring up
the luscious expectations of sleazy nights;
my right hand clutching a casino quarter cup,
shook some, in anticipation, forced to wait,
while my eyes scanned the floor.
Black jack to the left, Craps to the right, and straight
ahead of me sat the metallic vixen I longed for.
My hands were seizing, shaking, afraid of her touch.
A pit stop at the bar, and three shots later,
I stood before her tawdry form, and reached out to clutch
her handle. Heavy panting drew the attention of the waiter,
the rude bastard tried to interrupt us. A wave of my hand
drove him away,
It took twenty years to get me
to the nineteenth of February,
where I met you in a sandwich shop.
We didnt speak again for another eighteen days,
and I didnt see your masculine features
until seventeen weeks later.
I thought I had experienced love at sixteen,
But fifteen minutes with you crushed that idea.
You lived exactly fourteen tracks away,
and driving home, I couldnt help but thank
my friend I met at thirteen for making me meet you.
Twelve months later and I still reflect on us.
At least eleven times we skipped the movie to sleep,
more than ten were because we talked until nine am.
Eight times I slept a
He sat atop a high stone wall, watching idly.
Every day he did this, no real reason,
besides just to pass the time.
During a scan, he notices a figure by the east wall,
walking west, towards him.
Their hand is extended, lightly following the stones,
as if they could not see where they went.
He moves along the wall towards the figure curiously.
Eventually he sees a girl, barefoot, eyes at the ground.
"Miss?"
She doesn't look up.
He looks around him and finds a small stone,
than tosses it down in front of her.
She keeps walking, but replies, "What?"
He moves along the wall to keep up.
"What are you doing?"
She shrugs, and start
The note on the box read:
"The plain truth.
Just put together the pieces,
and one by one,
you'll see what I consider you and me."
With a smile, she tosses the pieces on the floor.
A corner piece, an edge, another edge,
until there's a murky outline.
It's just the outline, though,
surely more pieces will clear it up.
But not all the pieces fit,
and when she's half way done,
all she sees is her smudged and smeared,
His face turned another direction,
and the pieces where her heart should be are missing.
He claims that he holds the piece of her heart,
and he gave her his in the puzzle...
she just can't see it.
But the puz
There is no beginning.
There is no real end, either.
Just keep going, another lap,
You will know when to stop.
Similar to the ring he wears,
its meaning is never ending,
and you keep going in circles,
running out of breath.
How much longer
before his heat suffocates,
and breaks your heart?
Water break, time to recoup,
but he returns so quickly,
to urge you to take
Just
one
more
lap.
Can't you break free and run?
Her rosy cheeks stand out against the stone
The blush covers up her feelings of being alone
A smile so wide, with a laugh so bright
But look at her eyes reflecting no light.
Slowly she strides across the barren floor
Dragging her feet, there isn't a purpose anymore.
Her happiness and life are based on a lie
A radiant rose, left to wither and die.
Laughter is the best medicine
Shame all the laughter in the world
Couldn't cure a dead person.
My insides are frozen,
Hardened and cold.
The only way out is to decay.
My heart rarely pumps warmth,
The years of icy blood
Scraping, slicing and pricking
Has stripped my veins.
Compassion is unknown to me
While apathy holds my hand.
No amount of laughter could cure me.
Current Residence: Alexandria, VA MP3 player of choice: My beautiful iPod named Bitch. =D Wallpaper of choice: a LOLcat. Favourite cartoon character: Harvey Birdman Personal Quote: Fucking Hell.
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Eddie Izzard - Dress to kill, Boondock Saints, Finding Nemo
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Blink182, Yellowcard, No Use for a Name, Mest, Sugarcult, New Found Glory
So get this.. Deviantart gave me a Free Week subscription to Deviantart.com. How fucking cool is that? And then I was like.. ok, I'll be a Beta Tester on top of that! Yay!
I still owe my mother money. About $140 now. I think I'll pay her off this weekend. Mm yes. And I need a reservation at Bonefish Grill for a late mother's day present to her since we were all out of town for mommys day.