accusations
(a new theme)
1. wide eyes
2. furrowed brows
3. grim mouth
4. hint of tears
5. pale or blush
6. fists
7. colors: red, dark,

Angry Girl Club

"So I was wondering...
I mean, I do want to see you again...I had a good time."
It's not you I don't like. It's your pathetic platitudes, words full of excuses for your kind.

It's always the rain

It's always the rain

It's always the rain, like that - soft on the roof
A silvery fog around you
dripping from the fresh new green
leaves under our feet drench us to the knees
and it's always the rain.

It's always the rain, heavy on my head
running down my eyelids
to the corners of my voice
a thick film across my shoulders
we always meet in the rain.

I always long for happy sunshine
but this melancholy is apt, it suits you
it makes me wonderfully sad
to shatter puddles with my toe
and wonder -
when will it rain again?

little duckling

today i saw you, beak wide open
webbed feet flayed across the asphalt
splayed in escape
like your perilous cries
"Murder! Murder!"
you echo choruses before and after
as your too-soft baby wings fan the air.

May 19, 2008
Angry at dreams, I wake
promising to trust no longer
those betraying visions.
Even in sleep I question (what are your motives?)
and even in sleep my mouth is full
full of dust so thick i cannot speak
cannot dare to let it spill
over my lips in question: (What are you doing?)
How can you lie beside me -
and love another? (You cannot, cannot)
but you were just a vision
from my stupor -
my selfish, jealous subconscious
that grasps at straws,
those thin straws of dream caresses

~Variations on a theme~


I won't promise not to hurt you,
because i know i do
and i won't promise not to love you
unless you tell me to

and if i had a different heart
I'd tell you not to cry,
I'd promise it all from the start;
But things are what they are, so for now
I promise not to lie.