Entries By claire
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walls of crumbling packed earth and a dirt floor, only as deep as my waist, a little pitifully miniscule for a word that bespeaks something so majestically yawning and terrifying, the abyss. where are the spikes? where are the red-hot pincers and the snarling darkness?
instead there are falling green leaves and misty branches and vines, sparse grass and inoffensive earth in this whispering glade. lying down, i sink into my lovely little pit, and feel the forest murmur into being once more.Posted By claire On 08.30.2009 @ 4:28 am
you cupped my hands and drew circles on my knees with absent-minded fingers, leaning over the back of a seat, while i linked my fingers with yours and smiled as you pushed my hair from my eyes. you asked me if i needed an arm and i took your offered hand, safe in the grip of your long fingers while he walked beside and smiled at us. you tell me you are not yet a teacher, but you spread love and zany creativity everywhere you go, and shape our minds as you dance blindly in the street, your head against my hands and your hand in his. black and white photos of your smile will stay with me.Posted By claire On 08.29.2009 @ 6:51 am
are you inside or out? the bars look the same from both sides, trapped or pitying, happy or sad, free or caged. but tell me, you’ve trapped freedom, why won’t you share? let me in there, let me see things the way you see. won’t you share? green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird, how is it you sing? teach me to transcend all else through song, so i too can be immortalised in memory, so you will speak of she who was free in all ways save the physical. green finch and linnet bird, nightingale, blackbird…Posted By claire On 08.28.2009 @ 7:24 am
assume makes an ass out of u and me. i try not to assume anything, any more. it’s always so much easier in the books, isn’t it?
all-knowing, all-seeing, all-wise. omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent.
long white beard and twinkling grey eyes, cloak and staff and gruff laughing voice. wisdom and endurance and a little tiny bit of aloofness. gandalf, dumbledore, merlin, all the great mentors. quest literature.
why do the writers always think we want the same thing?
bit of an assumption, wouldn’t you say?Posted By claire On 08.27.2009 @ 1:03 am
it’s an involuntary contraction of the diaphragm that forces air past the nasal membranes in order to rid the nose of an irritation or obstacle. that’s all, really. there’s no hidden connection. not tonight. maybe like tears are involuntary productions of the tear ducts to wash out any irritations. mental or physical. like tears are a surefire sign that something’s wrong. even if no one sees them. and if you go and do something and no one else is to blame, then have the tears any purpose to serve? i wish i wasn’t alone behind my wall.Posted By claire On 08.26.2009 @ 5:11 am
It wasn’t that she was stopping by the refrigerator for fear of falling. She perched there, like a frozen canary, wondering why he had said that.
“You said that when I sneezed, it felt like a little burst of love.”
He had burned the toast and left out the side door for the freeway.Posted By claire On 08.25.2009 @ 10:10 am
habitats come in all different forms, trees and holes and bushes and walls and houses. today i walked upon the lawn and saw a pole-sized hole, depths of soil brownness unlit by the tiny pocket torch i shone into it. against the lush greenness of the turf it looked incongruous, a black hole in the fabric of the grass. i thought for a second about sticking my hand into it and renaming myself alice; before i remembered that i had to meet people, and write an essay tonight. and so i walked on. now i wonder what would have happened if i’d knelt down and poked the invisible claireair with a cautious finger.Posted By claire On 08.25.2009 @ 3:27 am
little sparkling gems of rooms tucked off the main drag, full of light and laughter and crystalline glugs of wine and high spirits. it is here that we make connections; here that we find love, laughter, and here where we seek refuge from the things in our lives we don’t want to face. it is here that we can be anyone at all; tinker. sailor. soldier. sailor. rich man. poor man. beggar girl. nobody.Posted By claire On 08.24.2009 @ 3:41 am
fields are open and bare in the sunlight, dust rising red to choke the air and haze your vision as you stare down upon those men who work their bodies amongst each other’s glory. you are the watcher, the trainer, and critically assessing their fitness with a keen eye you fail to see the oiled magnificence of taut muscle working underneath perfect skin. beauty comes in many forms.Posted By claire On 08.23.2009 @ 5:16 am
train pulls out of the station in a blind dizzying rush of hoot and smoke. green countryside surrounds the silver snaking its way through the land, carrying a hundred people whose lives intersect only for this hour, this one trip, this many thousands of seconds upon which they have come together. don’t you ever think of the tiny bubbles each of us live in and wonder how many times we unknowingly touch together?Posted By claire On 08.22.2009 @ 2:52 am
I’ve got a chrome-plated heart and it’s shining in the light, sheened silver with gilded armour. There’s a little figure beating on it; hammering his fists against the wall, trying to get inside the vast fortress, dwarfing him.
I don’t even feel his blows upon my armour, because I’m the one with a chrome-plated heart, and it’s killing him.Posted By Claire On 08.20.2009 @ 7:05 pm
sitting amidst the green fronds of waving ferns in meadows i wonder how many of those who are dead and gone feel my presence sitting above them, my life permeating through the ground. vitality. soul. spirit. it wakes their sleeping bones and wanders along once-perished pathways spreading my joy into those who lie beneath, so that even the trees seem to wave in delight. my cup runneth over.Posted By claire On 08.20.2009 @ 6:31 am
the gong vibrated and all I could feel was the air molecules going through my bones, my bones that felt hollow as I stood a minuscule ant beside the gigantic temple. the temple of my ancestors, of my past life, of lives to come. and yet I felt so distinctly apart from the world, as if there was a shroud covering me telling me that I was different.Posted By Claire On 08.17.2009 @ 12:55 pm
I brushed his fur as he lie there nicely on the couch. its a rare day that he lets me anywhere near him, so i know something was up. sure enough, as i walked away, pleased the chore has been so easy, i stumbled upon an empty Tylenol container. darn cat, ate pain medication again.Posted By claire On 08.07.2009 @ 11:23 am
new orleans summer time when you wake up and you’re in bed sweating with either kate or someone else. and then you get up to use the bathroom one way or another and it’s 85 degrees inside and more outside and the you sweat on your forehead when you bend over and glug glug vom. feel better.Posted By claire On 08.03.2009 @ 5:29 pm
they are very small and yet somewhat cute. i wish i was an infant still because they dont really have any responsibilities or other problems in life. they just sit there and everyone does everything for them. if i was an infant i would want everyone to do something special for me. especially the people i love.Posted By Claire On 07.27.2009 @ 8:19 pm
pause. take a breath. don’t even think about it, just smell the air and know you’re in the most beautiful place on earth. That’s right, I’m talking about the pig farm.
You know how people say a smell can become so familiar that you don’t even notice it anymore? Not true. I can smell that stench from the second I arrive to the second I leave. And got I wish I couldn’t.Posted By Claire On 07.24.2009 @ 5:02 pm
there are spaces in our minds where we hide things. Fears. I beleive that it’s time to get over the fears and to let the spaces fill with logical, truthful thought patterns. I am so tired of people’s fear. That space is negative and it affects you more than you know. Be Positive.Posted By claire On 03.03.2009 @ 2:52 am
She sprinkled the salt over her flavourless pasta, so as to make it just that little bit more appealing to her starved, Grey body. Her mind wandered to the feast she could have of fatty hams and chocolate and ice cream, but every time she thought of feeling full she want to throw up.Posted By claire On 04.19.2009 @ 7:59 am
I took my passport out of my bag and headed towards the bouncer at the door. The music was from the club was calling me in, I was already to dance and hadn’t even had a drink yet. I turned my phone off when i got in, I wasn’t going to let HIM ruin another nights out.Posted By claire On 04.16.2009 @ 2:27 pm