Hannah

Oh how reality should die and it could and it should but if it did where would dreams lie. Yummmm. I like the image here, but /maybe/ if you wanted ...

1. I love What Not to Wear. 2. green broke, an arm twists only so far, before the bone resists and retaliates. watch out, dear, bones fight back. beauty is ...

o love, that you were with me now not in body (though i want that too) I know I already commented on this one to you in /person/, but I ...

-claps- I. Little Things Mathis woke up to voices. At least it was not a gun. There were thin mottled skins of the moon shuffled off on the floor – ...

April 10th, 2009; Wanted: junk and unused autos Classic towing and recycling: give me your rusting, decrepit junk because you can't bear to feed him oatmeal, can't handle watching his ...

Heavy duty trash bags Strawberries 3 Packs of Tylenol PM Fabric blindfold Shoe polish Cable ties Taser Stapler - with staples Hair ties Soap for bubble bath Chainsaw Comforter and ...

April 9th, 2009; take-off Between plastic, blue seats, supported by colonies of abandoned gum, and convenient meals that exchange the same amount of fat for an inflated price (a few ...

I meant to pop by this a long time ago.

My fingers are unfeeling to this texture. I cannot unlace the threads which bind: what I know from what I wish were; love from unlove from hate. SO. Beautiful, and ...

CLO! I have... been... not commenting. But I really like today's poems! Moments you are absent from hang and hum as monotone as no time, minutes meaning inane things that ...

yet. Moomars. D: I missed you. I wish our timezones were not so detrimental to our friendship! -glares at world- I'm really relieved that 'yet' is in there, because without ...

someday, we will be old. we will sit on the porch and watch the fireflies, our bones c r e a k i n g and the neighbors will hear ...

April 7th, 2009; I love you [s]forwards and[/s] backwards Gargle with music notes and compose with tears, then dress your wounds with acid, bandage them in flames and ash, and ...

her dreams shattered hopes crushed she just gets more lonely. sometimes it's not enough to live on fairytales. It is not. It is not. This poem makes me feel sick ...

April 6th, 2009; the blackbird says 'brrr' red-winged blackbird, singing in the tree, won't you fly down and teach your song to me? tell me of the world as you ...