FoolishPrideX

She didn't mind that her first kiss was outside. Who would? The skies were vibrant blue but the clouds were bruised and sooty. It was like seeing a svelte model limp along the catwalk with a black eye and a split lip. She didn't mind that her first kiss tasted like dust and cheap peppermints from the gas station a few blocks away from her house. In an odd way, the musty taste made it all the more delightful.   She didn't mind that if anybody ever found out about the sultry meeting of tongues, the town would erupt with drama and accusations. The idea of a nasty uproar gave the kiss some extra tabooed pizzazz. She didn't even mind that the

There are diamonds in my throat that stuff me like corks. Filling my ribs with the air of words I don't know how to say. I end up with porcelain mouths filled with the black tar from too many cigarettes and too little care. I can feel the poisonous acid of loathing towards everything I had thought I wanted, brewing in this empty belly. Joints in my fingers tremble and clash creating mountains where my knuckles should be. Swollen, chapped, pieces of skin that bloom black, blue and red like mid Atlantic sunsets. Flesh, pulling tight as cellophane over broken bones. And in my eyes are butterflies that cannot fly and don't deny the sterling silve

I base my life on mid-afternoon realizations, discovered before the sounds of pots and pans find me under the prison of white sheets. It's during this time that I feel the most alone, when the sanctity of sleep isn't interrupted by phone calls or the warmth of an intellectual conversation. They don't want you. I had a dream today, where my friends decided that I was disposable, and I spent a lifetime locked in my basement building pinball machines and tinkering with old computers. I want to be a piece in their puzzles, but dreaming is just a reminder that we're not set in stone, and I usually lose the pieces before the puzzle is solved. Th

Envy: The prettiest girl in high school stands surrounded by her friends, they worship her, envy her, wish they were her. She knows Danny Cooper, her newest crush, will ask her to Home Coming, and she wishes he'd hurry up and do it. He's so cute, there's no way someone like him would go for anyone but her.  Sure, he has a girlfriend, some ditzy, ugly thing named Trisha with glasses and black nail polish, but she's easily taken care of. Just yesterday she stole his cell phone and took some pictures of her that were obviously personal off of it; today she posted them all over the school. After such embarrassment he would dump her  and