Entries By micheline
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secret
I don’t have any. Well maybe some. From you, because you’re unstable. You scream and you rant while contradicting everything you’ve ever done. You’re not my mother, you’re not my care taker. Unable to cope you tightly constrict us with attempted control. at your best you talk and don’t pay attention so I can exhale
Posted By micheline On 08.04.2012 @ 10:19 am
methods
I don’t have any. I’m you and I’m her and I’m void. I haven’t been able to bring myself to do anything for a very long time. I don’t read I don’t watch I just sleep. I sleep and I eat and I shit and I renew
Posted By micheline On 07.31.2012 @ 9:28 pm
cabinet
open ending the cabinet of your dreams. Old musty wood, gold accents. slightly molded but nothing you can’t work with. I shove in what I can’t help and close it because looking at if makes me forget about the contents
Posted By micheline On 07.29.2012 @ 6:32 am
holder
holder of the key. Open up the door and take me whenever. Use the key to open rusty heads. use it to shut your mouth. Hold the ring and choose which key you want to slander
Posted By micheline On 07.25.2012 @ 10:51 am
icing
not what it tastes like, but the presentation. That’s what always counted. Iced on the outside. Empty on the inside. Inward, you’re a useless soul. you really don’t contribute much at all, you just push the threshold further.
Posted By micheline On 07.23.2012 @ 8:05 am
patrol
around the corner you can see them watching. I don’t know about anger, but what I’m feeling is hate. You can’t even point to me and single me out from a crowd. Who gave you the right to blow the back of my head off
Posted By micheline On 07.20.2012 @ 7:10 am
stretcher
laid out. In the same place. Same pisition. All is stagnant. Including the thick air that becomes increasingly hard to breathe because it hurts my cilia. The pressure of it in my lungs, the unpleasant smell. Like mold and old forgotten hopes. Like a lost sense of direction being strapped down and told that now its time to start over and make your own way
Posted By micheline On 07.19.2012 @ 9:20 am
sonar
I can hear you, misuse me, abuse my common judgement. I don’t lack it, but you underestimate what I know. Hold me, to my word. Bury them in my grave of dirt. Because I’ve heard, what you said about me, to counter all of the shameless deeds. You get what you deserve. You know how hard it’s to observe, from the inside looking in
Posted By micheline On 07.18.2012 @ 9:27 am
decorations
decorations, saved for an uncertain future. Decorations carefully selected to make yourself feel more important. decorations to fool the outsiders that you’re something special, that you’re one in a million. they may never be acquired but dreaming passes the time
Posted By micheline On 07.17.2012 @ 8:40 am
crew
auxiliary
you don’t and it’s not wanted. Keep it for yourself. Introspect and retrospect. wanted but not defined. who are you to tell me otherwise. fuck you and your limitations
Posted By micheline On 07.14.2012 @ 9:22 pm
doorknob
I twist the doorknob then stop. my room smells like smoke and I’m nicotine buzzed. keeping secrets in my own home. I love the excitement but I shake at the consequences. I live for petty thrills and imitative coolness. when I exhale I’m as smooth as the night. I’m where I want to be. In my own head I am the epitome of made
Posted By micheline On 07.14.2012 @ 12:18 am
bandages
Wrap around me. You see nothing. You see no scars or changes. The bandages tighten. they wrap around me until I have no room for feeling. Until I am numbed and the blood has no where to flow. I am defeated and constricted in these dirty, yellowing bandages made of soulless cloth. I am a rotting consciousness fleeing the past and blankly living in the moment.
Posted By micheline On 07.13.2012 @ 9:52 am
adviser
stuck with the adviser. He told me things do contradictory they burned my ears and stung my eyes. Father so unreliable. theyre under the impression they know anything. Their consciousness only extends within the limitations that a callused, non human heart can maintain. Our best interest is just another nuisance and we are stuck with so very few to rely on
Posted By micheline On 07.12.2012 @ 12:19 am
suggestion
you tell me a lot of things. from a good place perhaps. I fully realize I don’t have it all figured out. I nod. I listen to your suggestions. but walk in my shoes and smell the stench of reality and maybe then you won’t be so full of answers
Posted By micheline On 07.11.2012 @ 12:35 am
turbine
if I knew what that meant I’d write something meaningful. at least something that’s meaningful to myself because people who try to inspire others through their unoriginal ideas should be lined up and shot like tin cans on a rednecks fence
Posted By micheline On 07.09.2012 @ 10:14 pm
bucket
Kick the bucket already. Kick it and watch your life spill out in front of you. Akick it to see how pathetic you are. Take your last breath knowing there’s no one standing behind. No one to receive you. maybe finally you’ll feel it. I hope it terrifies you
Posted By micheline On 07.08.2012 @ 7:55 pm
overalls
young children go outside to play not to pick up sticks. two or four hours, seemed like more. You yelled at me in my torn overalls. Humiliated us and it remains
Posted By micheline On 07.07.2012 @ 11:46 pm
detention
detention at home is worse than being in a room full of like minded people. Detained not by choice but through bad luck. I always know what tomorrow will bring. It’s been the same for quite a while
Posted By micheline On 07.06.2012 @ 8:58 pm
science
there’s no science to these things. Why try to explain everything when no one really knows. I am militantly indifferent to how the world works. when I think of how things might’ve of been I exhaust myself.
Posted By micheline On 07.05.2012 @ 12:36 pm
modem
I haven’t a clue. I’ve been forced to stop. the disease made me dull. It made me crave human attention. I’ve become shallow and I continue on that way.
Posted By micheline On 07.04.2012 @ 9:38 pm
railroad
I’ve always lIved near a railroad. people shot down, people run over. a suicide hotspot. children want to know more of the ominous railroad. The one where hate was spawned. The one where people went to lie down
Posted By micheline On 07.04.2012 @ 8:52 am
motion
it’s in motion now. The trees, the air isn’t stagnant any longer. I have a million feathers tickling my inhibitions. I was once in a constant state of coldness, but now I feel warmth. The particles are in motion and now I’m heating up
Posted By micheline On 07.02.2012 @ 7:55 am
chills
I first started getting the chills three years ago. I thought nothing of it. Three years later they have slowly faded out but they’ve marked a new phase. They are the dreaded, foreboding omen. I can only hope they never come back
Posted By micheline On 06.30.2012 @ 12:00 pm
saturday
See it roll in on Saturday. Sweaty palms and alienation mixed with nicotine fumes. Dead senses and dulled ambition make themselves apparent on the weekends
Posted By micheline On 06.29.2012 @ 9:28 pm
dwell
they tell me not to dwell. it’s hard when I’m stuck. in the past nothing is clear. if only i had known. It’s hard not to dwell on being inside this present moment and being held down, moored and stopped from pushing forward
Posted By micheline On 06.24.2012 @ 6:02 am
minute
i have no minutes to spare. your summer is one minute in my eyes. your summer is sixty seconds breathing down my neck. i grab onto that minute for fear that i won’t ever be able to get it back. repeating cycles is my biggest fear
Posted By micheline On 06.23.2012 @ 7:43 am
it takes a minute to think. a minute is only a second when youve been isolated for a long time. time goes by really fast when youve been sitting in your room for six fucking months. time becomes precious and a minute is nothing but a part of the long hours that youve been so alone
Posted By micheline On 06.23.2012 @ 7:39 am
