RANTNTN

My life is to complicated to date right now. Between my mom suddenly forgetting how to be a mom, and my ex and her new girlfriend attempting to drive me insane (and it working) I FUCKING CAN'T DATE RIGHT NOW. Who the fuck would want this? All this...

"why are you single?"

This is a question I get asked a lot, "why are you still single? you're pretty, you've got a job, and ambition!" or even in the sense of, "how the fuck can you stand to be single?"   I usually look off to the side and mumble a generic response,...

Summer Poem part 2 (working title)

Limbs entangled and a cry fills the room, As she sits on top of a boy who used  To break her heart, in a room filled with Knick knacks and toys.  She slides her hand down, down, down.    He's holding her close, His hands like a...

summer poem part 1 (working title?)

Awkward silences produced by two teens With entangled limbs and bigger dreams Than they know what to do with,  Passing kisses like candy, refusing to Hold hands or meet eyes.    The summer sun beats down through the  Window as...

rant about boys

I did it, I met a boy who makes my...well...um... okay, okay, have you figured out I might be lying? I did meet someone. I met them almost a decade ago in a class. I have written blogs about them even, how angry they make me. Usually it's just anger....

How to Find a Relationship (fiction)

"I don't think I'll ever fall in love," she says, slumped over her ramen noodles. Her name was Anna and she had only been in one relationship. Her roommate/friend Maddie sat on her bed, staring at the pile of paper next to her.    "Hmm?" Maddie...

what is intimacy? (fic)

Is intimacy laying down in the dark room, after just having sex, your arms around her, clutching tightly. The silence surroudns you as the cool night air drifts in through the window and tickles your bare toes. You move them slowly, looking up at the...

conversation snippets. (fic)

What kind of music do you like? I like sad songs, I like the way they croon and sigh at you, but why are you asking?     Do you write? I do.  What do you write? I write poetry, about my life. I write about what I feel. Sometimes I...

All These Feelings (fiction)

"You've got a lot of feelings," I said, leaning forward, across the table. She looked up from the menu, her eyes narrowing.    "Well, humans have feelings, so good observation," she remarked dryly, scanning her menu again.    "I mean it,"...

Fuck You.

Fuck. My favorite word.  I've been fucked, fucked over, and fucked up.  I could use a fucking.  I could be fucked up.  I definitely have fucked up.    What the fuck is happening? Fuck you.  In your bed.  On your couch.  ...

redeeming (fic/poem)

I bare my teeth at you, like I bare my soul.  Topless in your lap with tear streaks Running down my face and my hands pulling Back your hair as you force yourself To stare into my face, the face of the past.    The lies you spun...

then and now. (fictional piece in progress)

  High School "I know there's not a lot you like about me," you're standing at my locker and watching me. Your bookbag is thrown over your shoulder and your blue eyes are staring into mine from behind thick glasses, "I didn't know that it...

Rinse and Repeat

Am I supposed to care? The rhythm of your feet against the pavement and the way your mouth automatically turns up at the corners. The sun is shining as we continue to walk down the sidewalk, chattering about things that wouldn't matter soon.    ...

how I spent my day alone

1. I took a bath, it was nice.  2. My phone broke, just turned off and stopped charging. NOT CRACKED.  3. I argued with everyone I know about how to get a new phone.  4. I bought a new phone.  ...uh yeah

people don't want me to kill myself

Hi. So I am a very depressed person sometimes. Or angry. I posted a ranting status on fb because my coworkers once again decided to rub it in that they go to lunch and I'm not invited (also fuck you) and I just felt like ranting a little. I am leaving...