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Friday, 27 November 2009

a new beginning

snip, snip, snip, go the scissors that are now covered in black strands of hair. they drop to the floor and clatter mutedly, mixed with piles of hair. my feet are ticklish and itchy, but i am too stunned to move them away.

because there is this girl in the mirror, a black-haired raven, her eyes so wide it hurts, and a quiet o for a mouth. she has this way of looking straight at you, and at the same time taking all of you in. it makes me want to talk to her.

'hello' we say it at the same time; i apologize and so does she. we both giggle nervously at this; our cheeks turning a bright pink.

'i'm caro-' i say it and so does she; it doesn't add up. why do i feel like her now? like i've known her all my life. where has she been, who is she, why is she here? what does she want?

it doesn't dawn on me until i run my hands through my newly-cut hair that the girl in the mirror is me, with a new life mapped out for her.

a new beginning.

[ © ; a d r i a n ]
[:
our summer

when you smile at me, it suddenly turns back to summer inside my heart. you keep the cold at bay, the winter air from choking my lungs. and instead of winter, the sun is touching upon my face, flowers are blooming in my camera's viewfinder and you are making the cool breeze tousle my hair, leaving me breathless, waiting for the next. but it's a secret; to everyone else, it's still winter. and for them the hail is beating on their heads, the snow sticking to their jeans. but for those quick moments, i get to glimpse my summer, your summer, our summer, in our minds eye.

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tired; rockclimbing is done, though. :DD

Thursday, 26 November 2009

you'll end up like her

her body no longer
moves like mine
does no it does not
move at all and
instead it just sits
there and decays.

her face is torn to
ribbons that hardly
resemble her beauty
and her eyes look on
dead and lost in the
milky sea but still sad.

and her mouth has
been kicked out but
that doesn't remove the
terrifying grin from her
face nor does it replace
the laugh lines on her
face that are lined with
blood and dirt.

no it doesn't wash away
the tears all it does is
show you what life is like
and that you got to live
it and believe in it to get
where you're going.

or you'll end up like her.

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so. tiredd. [i went rockclimbing today! and i get to go again tomorrow!] :DD

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

no, you weren't the worst.

r e w i n d ;
the scene,
click hold and intervene,
where it tells you no,
shows you it in slow-mo,
then stop rewinding what they say,
and click play.

p l a y ;
that scene again,
listen to where and when,
then watch their expressions at all times,
watch for the twitches and mimes,
and then fast forward to that part,
where he breaks her heart.

f a s t f o r w a r d ;
to this part we've seen before,
so many times it begins to be a bore,
where he breaks her heart,
and she falls apart,
and then you wonder what you're doing,
watching a movie and brewing,
so you turn it off,
with a scoff.

o f f ;
now you feel lonely,
sad and the only,
that would react this way,
lose their temper in dismay,
but you weren't the first;
no, you weren't the worst.

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why does my inspiration ALWAYS have to run out? :(

Tuesday, 24 November 2009

a kiss survived

my tears run with the wind, winding down my skinny arms. down, down, down. the blood is traveling up, climbing the hills of bones that stick out in my arm. up, up, up.

they meet halfway; like romeo and juliet, they hesitate before the truth is spilled, waiting for the moment to take a risk, try to lose it all. except they kill themselves in the end, and i don't want to die; i only want to hurt.

just long enough to say 'i told you so' to the air; whisper laughter into the leaves and wait for the raccoons to find the blood-splattered cloths in the garbage, next to the laughing leaves.

a kiss survived only by the evidence; forgotten by the time i've washed it away.

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not a productive day. DX