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Posted By Andrea On 05.17.2013 @ 1:56 pm

And they talk about a perfect world where leaves fall like sprinkles and snow melts like frosting

And those are the only things that will fall not soldiers And those are the only things you will feel Not heartache

And they project on the signs swirly letters of vulgar rhymes They say this is necessary They say that war cannot ensue

Posted By Andrea On 04.30.2013 @ 4:17 pm

Crows circling overhead Don’t know why they’re waiting I’m already dead

Lying on the ground here Waiting for a miracle But there’s no phoenix tear

Posted By Andrea On 04.28.2013 @ 11:28 pm

She sat along the row of planters. The sun was hot and causing a light sheen of sweat upon her skin. Deep in thought she was startled by a sudden scream from the other side of the fence.

Posted By Andrea On 04.24.2013 @ 8:51 pm

“Checkmate,” I smirked, crossing my arms and grinning like a cat with a few canary feathers still on her lips.

“Check,” he corrected.

I had forgotten about his bishop.

Posted By Andrea On 04.23.2013 @ 7:15 pm

I want to pretend that it’s a cafe in Paris, or Tuscany, and the view from the widow is perfection. But I’m in a sleepy small downtown, and we call it a coffee shop, and I’m lucky it’s not an imprint of a national franchise. The view from the window is a parking lot. There are two gas stations across the street and a church next door with a dance studio in the basement.

Posted By Andrea On 04.22.2013 @ 8:24 pm

Magenta. Magenta? Magenta. Sure. I can wear a magenta dress. That won’t be weird at all. It doesn’t fit my best friend’s theme, or her color scheme, or…anything. But this dress. This dress! This magenta dress. It was loud. It commanded attention. Not as much as her white one would, of course. A very tasteful loud.

Posted By Andrea On 04.21.2013 @ 10:16 pm

MetroNorth, LIRR, New Jersey Transit, Amtrak, rails and subways taking me away from all of this heartbreak. I’ll leave you here forgotten in the heart of my city.

Posted By Andrea On 04.19.2013 @ 4:07 am

The tiny creature gently nuzzled my hand, seeking more food. I laughed, but nervously. I loved this little critter but I was down to my last package of biscuits. I couldn’t even spare the crumbs the tiny thief had already stolen.

Posted By Andrea On 04.18.2013 @ 2:10 am

The last time I put to use the physics of leverage, was when I was changing a tire on Saturday. But not all things are easily and practically fixed. Sometimes you don’t have that spare tire in your trunk so you do without, driving crookedly, trying not to end up in a trench. Somehow I feel like my whole life Ive been acting in that way.

Posted By Andrea On 04.15.2013 @ 4:44 pm

Leverage. Beverage. Beverly Very Rarely Rare Briar Broken Cold Sad Unhappy Suicidal Crushed Given up. Why does every thought lead to this?

Posted By Andrea On 04.15.2013 @ 4:34 pm

“Attracted, fuck, I am so attracted to you, how could you even wonder about that? You’re the funniest, smartest, sexiest person I’ve ever met. I love your hair and the way you flail your arms when there’s something just out of mind, on the tip on your tongue.”

Posted By Andrea On 04.14.2013 @ 5:53 am

And suddenly it approaches dragged next to you they put the cuffs on your wrists and laugh as you tip back into the water. And then it is dropped down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea.

And suddenly you are lost, lost, lost. chains tugging at your arms connected to it- the heavy thing that will keep you forever and you fight your will to breathe

Posted By Andrea On 04.11.2013 @ 6:17 pm

And suddenly it approaches they drag it next to you they put the cuffs on your wrists and laugh as you tip back into the water. And then it is dropped down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea.

And suddenly you are lost, lost, lost. chains tugging at your arms connected to it- the heavy thing that will keep you forever and you fight your will to breathe

Posted By Andrea On 04.11.2013 @ 6:11 pm

And suddenly it approaches they put the cuffs on your wrists and laugh as you tip back into the water. And then it is dropped down, down, down to the bottom of the sea.

And suddenly you are lost, lost, lost chains tugging at your arms connected to the heavy thing that will keep you forever and you fight your will to breathe

Posted By Andrea On 04.11.2013 @ 6:08 pm

A smudge of ice cream on someone’s shirt is literally the cutest thing for me. I mean, it is a representation of a mistake that cannot be undone and the people who had it should wear it proudly.

Posted By Andrea On 04.03.2013 @ 4:44 am

My dad served as a doctor during the Vietnam War. He was working in a clinic in the jungle, and one of the patients was a young boy who had a large black mass on his neck. My dad, being a relatively unexperienced young doctor, thought it was a cyst and cut it open to drain it. When he saw that the mass did not have any puss and was actually a mass, he realized he had seen a case of the Bubonic plague. He gave the boy some antibiotics and continued working.

Posted By Andrea On 03.30.2013 @ 3:42 pm

And maybe there will be something worth smiling over in the future, and maybe I won’t have to fake it anymore, but for now I’ll just keep taking the meds, slipping on my boots each morning, and wishing just for something mildly worse than you actually falling in love with me because I know that’s a lot to hope for.

Posted By Andrea On 03.24.2013 @ 12:04 am

A girl scribbling her scrambling thoughts into her journal, her hands shaking with rage, crumbling the paper in the process. Her head was in a crazy spiral, and different thoughts were running through it at once. She rests her head in her hands and starts to cry

Posted By Andrea On 03.19.2013 @ 7:34 pm

For the purpose of this post, the word will be expressed as a noun-

She hid for a long time, away from the scorching house. How he’d managed to light it on fire, she did not know. It had happened somewhere in his range. The throwing of bottles, the chasing her throughout the room, the incoherent screaming threats, the beating, the pounding -the dripping of liquid thunder. Somewhere in the blur of it all, the chaos broke for a moment.

Then there were the flames. And while she watched the burning house, she was too shocked to think. Only one guilty thought entered her head: a crippling hope that he was still in there.

Posted By Andrea On 03.16.2013 @ 9:38 pm

She had an overt sense of responsibility, that girl. Always looking out for her parents and her friends. She took it too far one day. A stranger showed up. He seemed harmless and helpless, and she just couldn’t let him fend for himself.

Posted By Andrea On 03.16.2013 @ 10:00 am

Stories told to me by others when I was a child. Oh how sweet they were, full of friendship and romance and mystery and fun, now that I’m older I’ve realized that things aren’t as they seem and that tales, although enticing, will never be my reality. They’re a far off fantasy that I will never reach, a dream I will never again see. They’re what I wish I had, but never will. It makes me feel sad, melancholic even.

Posted By Andrea On 03.11.2013 @ 7:00 pm

Found not guilty. Sentenced to life. I almost wish it had been the other way. He was going to have to live with this the rest of his life. They were letting him go. Now he’d have to live with his guilt- and I’d have to live with him.

Posted By Andrea On 03.01.2013 @ 1:37 am

The teapot fell from my hands. It shattered but I didn’t hear it. I was too startled-that your lips were touching mine, that your arms were wrapped around me. I was startled that you were here at all.

Posted By Andrea On 02.25.2013 @ 5:17 pm

I was startled by a little bird, nothing ferocious. Not a bear, nor bomb. Just a fragile little bird-And my heart was startled into a million pieces-as I beheld its broken body, twisted on the dirt, struggling to chirp for its mother in a tree somewhere above us.

Posted By Andrea On 02.25.2013 @ 4:54 pm

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Posted By Andrea On 02.22.2013 @ 11:01 am

Grandpa’s face is supposed to be leathery. Well-worn, sun-baked, wind-swept. Leathery. Hard. Stern, maybe. But my grandpa’s face never was. His hands were leathery. But his face was soft and smiling.

Posted By Andrea On 02.22.2013 @ 8:48 am

I weathered all of that, the storm, the roiling seas, the rumbling ship’s captain and the angry cabin boy, I stood beneath the gray scale clouds and told Zeus to strike me, if he dared, and when he took his shot he may have missed me but he caught the barrel of gunpowder I was sitting on and somehow, some way, under some god’s kind providence I had made it to this cursed places and I was too late and you were gone.

Posted By Andrea On 02.21.2013 @ 9:48 am

she weathered the storm that was sprung upon her. there was nothing to do but let it go at this point, feel what she felt

Posted By Andrea On 02.21.2013 @ 12:04 am

I grasped the vase, and hurled it at the tiled floor. It shattered in a rush of broken glass, dirty water and torn pink rose petals. She looked up from her checkbook as though she had only just realized I was still standing in her doorway.

Posted By Andrea On 02.20.2013 @ 6:26 am