A Buildup
It was early February, I believe. I remember the sound of the wind blowing while I got ready for our date. It must have been cold. The thing is; I can’t remember being cold. I remember feeling stupidly...
View ArticleI was sixteen
He was seventeen when I met him. Inviting, secure, he was stubborn as a bull and wore mostly black. There’s never been a day I’ve seen him wear anything else but black Converse chucks. He had the most...
View ArticleJournal entries from February, 201
Today I drank orange juice while I sat on the porch. I love morning cigarettes. I feel completely drained and then “Just Like Heaven” by The Cure comes up. At first I want to laugh and jump around -and...
View ArticleI hope the skin on the back of your neck itches with remorse with the memory...
I hope the skin on the back of your neck itches with remorse with the memory of my fingers through your hair while you drove. I hope you’ll feel the need to rip the scabs off your damaged knuckles with...
View ArticleOn -technically- two people
his uncomfortable desire for some sort of closure is nothing but understandable.Words never meant are uttered when anger fills your head, too bad we never realized that we promised things only when in...
View Articletarantisms: I named this “Red Streets” just for the sake of...
[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]tarantisms: I named this “Red Streets” just for the sake of naming it. In my opinion, it’s just another untitled rambling. I held my knees with shattering teeth,...
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You took this picture of me the day my apartment was robbed. A...
You took this picture of me the day my apartment was robbed. A few months later I sprayed that cloth heart with the perfume I used to wear when we fell in love, that remote winter of 2010. And a few...
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I was supposed to remember this summer in many different ways...
I was supposed to remember this summer in many different ways than I do now. What I miss the most is spending early winter mornings with your mother and the black tea she prepared. I remember well the...
View ArticleFor Weston
The best mornings are those that allow the sun rays to come through your window pane and down on your freckled back, my bare leg thrown over your leg. The mornings that remind me why I’m alive, the...
View ArticleSelf Portrait (June 13, 2012)
Ironic Beavis and Butthead t-shirt over a shoplifted lace bralette from Urban Outfitters. Long pale pink skirt covering my bony knees. Alone in the backyard, lost but not confused -if anything, just...
View ArticleFirst there was Chase who listened to Tool and wore black all star chucks...
First there was Chase who listened to Tool and wore black all star chucks every god damned day of his life. Then there was Weston who didn’t care much for Henry Rollins yet preached “Jet Life” and wore...
View ArticleI’m sitting in a log cabin in the middle of the Colorado woods watching...
I’m sitting in a log cabin in the middle of the Colorado woods watching The Shining. The Stephen King’s version, the scary as shit version.And I’m definitely scared but I am mostly horny.Because I miss...
View ArticleThis is a poem by Hilary Gardiner as performed by Ana O. This...
[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]This is a poem by Hilary Gardiner as performed by Ana O. This poem has no name. Read More
View Articletarantisms: The Tree and The Man Nailed To It by Gabriel Gadfly...
[Flash 10 is required to watch video.]tarantisms: The Tree and The Man Nailed To It by Gabriel Gadfly as performed by Ana O. Read More
View ArticleThis shit sucks (I'm still writing like a seventeen year old)
II think to myself “I’m going to stop smoking” after my seventh one in fourty-five minutes. So, I’m lying to myselfLast night I smelled like your expensive cologne, when your breath was all over the...
View Articlepracticing some slam (first time actually reading it out loud...
practicing some slam (first time actually reading it out loud because an ex-boyfriend dared me to not read it over ten times before so here you all go)
View ArticleYou don’t love people, you tear them apart. I witnessed a baptism on...
You don’t love people, you tear them apart. I witnessed a baptism on Bowery and 4th, in honey and purple. And my eyes lifted, or more likely, cried. Not for you, or my bruised nails. But for the...
View ArticleI'll quit tomorrow.
In the backseat of the car of a girl I’ve been mad with for a long time you sang to me a song about being drunk. I put my bones into these poems, my blood into this “love.” I also put venom in your...
View Article7 cm.
Mother The words “you look nice in that dress” taste bitter, old. Although they’re not tasteful, not all all. Because they were never even on the tip of your tongue. So now you say I dress like a boy....
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