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i press recall again, because its too surreal to believe. i feel like i’m floating in the subconciousness of my mind, and i can’t speak. those three little words shattered my body and mind.

how is it possible for you to affect me so? i never felt the need for your reassurance before this.

“i hate you.”

Posted By claire On 04.26.2009 @ 3:08 am

I love ink. I like writing caligraphy with a fountain pen. I’m sad that my fountain pen broke. It reminded me of Grandma. I used to pretend I was living in the early 1900s and I was writing. Like Dorothy Parker. I can just see myself writing clever poetry in New York in the 1920s.

Posted By Claire On 05.16.2009 @ 8:11 pm

There’s a balcony at the top of the stairs. I go on it sometimes to get some fresh air and clear my thoughts. When I’m up there, I can see the entire cityscape, lit-up windows like glimmering stars in the sky. It’s like the entire city is there just for my viewing enjoyment.

Posted By Claire On 05.11.2009 @ 10:05 am

when we’re younger, we can pretend to exist outside of mind. simple words spiral up around us into dresses, castles, spaceships. with age we lose the power to spin speech into thin cobwebs of reality, and we fall into the complacency of conventional thought.

Posted By Claire On 05.04.2009 @ 3:31 pm

I don’t deny that I have feelings about him. Try as I might, I can’t shake the feelings in my heart. What I do deny, to the general public, are the feelings that I have. I choose to put on a brave face and pretend that all is well, when deep inside I know. I love him. That’s my truth.

Posted By Claire On 11.28.2008 @ 8:07 pm

It is hard to remember what i am suppose to do in thic case. Suzanne would go on a date. Dating is important. This doesn’t happen anymore. Most would be flattered. Katie would. Perhaps a dinner will do. Funds are low, but we all make due. Hanging out will suffice. We all just need some love.

Posted By Claire On 02.01.2009 @ 5:35 pm

remember that time that we walked down to the waterfront and i held your hand when we walked back up? that was probably one of the nights i realized i really wanted to be your friend and be with you forever. maybe that was when i started to love you a little bit. it was really nice. i remember about a year later we would be going down to the waterfront to lie together in the rain and then we would go into the shed and you would tell me that your mom got cancer and that you were scared and i would hold you and tell you not to worry.

Posted By Claire On 02.01.2009 @ 5:14 pm

change is something we’ve been hearing a lot about lately, especially with barack obama’s inauguration. everyone is hoping that the whole country will experience a huge upheaval – change. well i don’t know anyway. at least our new president can dance, that’s change that i can believe in.

Posted By claire On 01.21.2009 @ 2:29 pm

popping out of neck and pulsating pulsating with life and iron

Posted By Claire On 01.14.2009 @ 5:29 am

Someties I come in here to seek inspiration. Today’s word reminds me to keep level-headed even above all the troubles in my mind. I tell myself – it’s all maya, an illusion that shall come to pass. And then when its over, I shall move on to the next level.

THe thing is, I wish the next level would come soon.

Posted By Claire On 03.31.2009 @ 5:56 pm

shuttling shaking shuddering to a stop worming through the undercity carrying a million ways to live.

Posted By Claire On 03.25.2009 @ 4:45 pm

The tape ran tightly across her lips. She was sweating, dots of pespiration all over her forehead.

Posted By Claire On 03.25.2009 @ 7:44 am

I used to cover my hands in tape that was maybe 2 years ago. it’s so crazy how the time flies by.

and today I am talking to you lost for words and memories flooding back.

Posted By claire On 03.24.2009 @ 4:44 pm

Tape. Red tape. Frustrations. I see it before me. I stumble. I fall. I wonder, what went wrong. What did I do. What did I not do. I look around. I see it again. The tape – the dreadful tape. Wrapping around me, inside of me, stopping me. And then the game begins. I blame. I want to blame. I hate it. I see the tape. I hate it so much.

Posted By Claire On 03.23.2009 @ 10:41 pm

I’m speechless when I think about it. If it happens, then I guess, I’ll take it. If it doesn’t, I’ll be a little upset – it sorta takes the meaning out of the word, ‘reward’, I guess. But I’ve waited so long. Anything, that is printed, and given, right now, is just that, a reward, I guess.

One can only be hopeful.

I don’t want to wait anymore, but is there anything else I can do?

Posted By Claire On 03.23.2009 @ 2:48 am

the peppermint ladies excitedly browse and

I wish people would just keep to themselves so I wouldn’t panic just because people are nearby

I’m interested in your work

I hope I never win an award.

Posted By claire On 03.21.2009 @ 11:42 pm

funny that I would get glow on the first try cause I use that so often, so casually that maybe it doesn’t mean much to me anymore

it’s called growing up or maybe just changing but everything radical’s suddenly become so real that’s it’s capable of dying

Posted By Claire On 03.20.2009 @ 2:34 pm

I was so startled to see the mouse that I jumped up onto my bed screaming “What the heck is going on? MOOOOOMMMMMM!!!! AHHHHH!!!!” My hands thrashing on my side and face in the surprise of the mouse.

Posted By Claire On 03.14.2009 @ 5:28 pm

there’s a twig lying in the grass. it’s just lying there, alone, forlorn, melancholy. missing from the big tree, its father. broken off, snapped off. it’s detached, it’s ostracized. and it’s just there, belonging nowhere. it needs a home, but has lost it. so it lies forlorn in the grass, waiting for one to pick it up.

Posted By claire On 09.25.2009 @ 7:20 pm

she placed the comma in the most discrete of places. it was beautiful, not so halting as a period. periods seemed too unfriendly to her, as if to say “I’m done.” Commas on the other hand were the secret of dreams

Posted By claire On 09.24.2009 @ 10:31 pm

drama comma cordelia, my friend with spattered pants. A comma-tose estate, thatch roof special.

Posted By Claire On 09.24.2009 @ 6:43 pm

Pregnancy youth is too fresh and too young for reproduction Sixteen and fertile

Posted By Claire On 09.23.2009 @ 6:23 am

mercury in a silver straight straw, slide it into your mouth and try not to bite down dear. flicking it under your tongue, your kitten-fine tongue against your gums darling, and cling with clenched chubby fists to me as i hold you closer.

mercurochrome, ten-gallon plastic pickle tub, and you have the love we always thought belonged in the movies. snoopy dog and hackers, and i’ve never seen two people who fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. angel and god together across from me, laughing into their smiling eyes.

silver drops rolling on the table, always together, always apart. if i touch you with my finger will you spring away from me?

Posted By claire On 09.22.2009 @ 3:01 am

mercury will come out of the thermometer that you break in science lab in tenth grade and it will be silver and run through your hands like magic or jello. my bracelet was silver too, it was a hannukkah present the year my grandpa died.

Posted By claire On 09.21.2009 @ 10:22 pm

she was distracted as his watch glinted in the sunlight. so intrigued, she began to follow his light across harvard square. crossing the street as the cars zoomed by, and going down the stairs to the t stop. he stood, hurried as if he were late, but his relaxed face only showed signed of weariness. she walked toward him.

Posted By claire On 09.20.2009 @ 6:55 pm

you are impossible to resist, soul-roses of red and white curling into a corner like your dark hair. vines of green against your milky skin, dark green and strong and wiry like the hands of a violinist, deceptively small and delicate and white with chewed nails, but the creators of all that is soaring and wonderful and incredible. come back to me, darling.

Posted By claire On 09.19.2009 @ 7:18 pm

resist. resist the teptation to give in. because you’ve lasted a week! seven days! she said to herself. the feeling of the smoke rolling through her lungs, the feeling of lightness and heaviness that came all at once, weighing her down. making her feel heavier than the sun. resist another cigarette because you promised them.

Posted By claire On 09.19.2009 @ 11:33 am

im guided by my emotions feeling how the other think about me… its more driving inspired and moved by them and the energy they give to me cant live without guid and others cant be myself and cant project into the future how important is the image you reflect on you and your osssiblities

Posted By claire On 09.18.2009 @ 3:43 pm

she guided them like a shepherd. and everyone followed without question. she led them through the dark forest, never having a thought about her intent, her malicious desires. if only she could lift this curse.

Posted By claire On 09.18.2009 @ 10:49 am

she found the lucky penny on a rainy day. as she wept beneath her little black umbrella, she looked down at the wet sidewalk, if only i could find a way to make my wishes come true. she gave this penny to a passing boy, the boy then took it to a candy store. he bought two tootsie rolls. he gave one to

Posted By claire On 09.16.2009 @ 9:04 pm