reasons to smile
Posted by: dreamxlogic on: August 29, 2008
Reasons to Smile
That way, she can let her umbrella dry, and take pictures of the rainbows reflected in the puddles.
The delicate images that seem so close break when she reaches for them.
All that’s left is the rippled distortion of some lingering beauty.
When the water washes the sky away, she smiles.
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it’s back…
Posted by: dreamxlogic on: August 28, 2008
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…school, that is. It’s like, I’m suddenly forced to become the person I was two months ago. That is not who I am right now, today, and who I will be on September second. I’ve spent three years with these people in such a way that I can count the people who know three things about me on one hand. I can see it now…she’s smart, she’s asian, and she’s unpopular. Okay…maybe four things about me. Funny thing is, I don’t even get the marks that people expect of me. It’s like being mediocre smart. I’m NOT special, not that i would want to be anyways. Too much unwanted attention. Read the rest of this entry »
mirror mirror
Posted by: dreamxlogic on: August 27, 2008
Mirror Mirror
It’s true; she doesn’t want to work to feel pretty. Sloth. She wants to be told that she is beautiful and that her eyes shine with the light of the world. Vain. She wants to hear them lie about how much they love her hair. Shallow. But she hates the race of the human variety…and their Ouija boards. Why do they always associate sleepovers with sex? That’s horrible. She sounds like her father, son and the Holy Spirit. When was the last time she’s said that? It must have been school.
i can count to zero
Posted by: dreamxlogic on: August 27, 2008
The Last Goodbye
I don’t think that I’ll make it out alive, so kiss me goodbye.
I can see the venom in your eyes, so kiss me goodbye.
Even though I won’t go, I want you to say it, ‘Please, stay here with me.’ We had the perfect reunion; two lovers who were never separated. There, a memory you will never forget was born, and that is the taste of my quivering lips as salty tears roll over yours.
How does one fall for someone knowing that in a matter of days, one might never see the other ever again? It was love like at first sight, but it was stupid, immature, and now she cries and screams at night of the person she lost. He’s gone. He’s not coming back. She loved his existence; they crossed paths for a reason and now, she loses…as usual.
