Entries By Annamarie
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The railroad tracks weren’t meant to be my end.
I was supposed to be somebody important. Mama thought I was going to be the first female president of the United States of America. Papa wanted me to be a doctor. Me? Well, I wanted to be an actress.
But that all turned sour that day when I met the railroad tracks.
Most people probably think I committed suicide for some unknown reason. But it was an accident.Posted By Annamarie On 07.03.2012 @ 4:01 pm
I am reminded of movies and art. Usually in movies there is some kind of gallery where there is art hanging. Usually it is things such as pictures and paintings and sculptures. I think about things like really abstract or the complete opposite like people.Posted By Annamarie On 02.21.2012 @ 11:15 pm
my heart gallops inside this stupid little chest and everything is purpled at the edges as if the sun were setting inside of each of our lips our bellies have no plump rosy-ness and we cannot bend our fingers or close the curtains when night arrives
everyone lowers their faces and whisper yet none really know what they assume: that we are the dead girls and yes,if you’re wondering: we are the dead girlsPosted By annamarie On 11.10.2009 @ 5:15 pm
Words that you don’t know in english are conveyed through your eyes and hands. Your fingers are callused and they grip my heart, give it a squeeze for good measure. The eyes that I inherited are small and the color of storm clouds when it’s still early in the day, that breezy, sick gray. You curse at me in Italian and slap at my belly, say it needs to be bigger. Pouring wine liberally, pass me a glass, pass Mama a glass, pass yourself two. Live life to the fullest, I suppose, eh? egotistical Americans call you an idiot, I call you NanaPosted By annamarie On 03.01.2010 @ 1:35 pm