The thiefIn darkness sleepinggirl, a predator is creepingtoward his prey, stirringslightly, wrong time to move towards consciousness,predator pauses and smiles alluringeven with his fangs, prey is weepingknowing what comes next, one screambefore slipping into eternal dreams,as roses fade leaving marble or snow,the thief filled with his crimson treasure turns to go,leaving behind a doll, once flesh and blood,to be packed into a box and sent elsewhere.
Strawberry Sun UpEarly morning in AprilEos has not yet graced the world withher presence, yawning widelywhile pulling on faded sundresses,the air is still slightly cool andwe roll down the windows soas to better see the sky turnpink, like the centers of so many strawberries after you have eaten that first bite.Birthday morning in Aprillong drive on dirt roads withtrees all beginning to dontheir spring finery, piling outof the car like hatching chicks, tired, yeteager, ready to race to the strawberryfields, breakfast is picked todaynot from the store, but from under leavesof deep green, tinged gold with the risingsun, buckets are filled, but not beforestomachs are too, sundresses stainedwith pink.
Stone AngelIt was rainingin the woods where I stood,I had been walkingwhen I found the clearing,but now I stood stillwatching the stone angel,in the abandoned graveyard,in the woods, cry.He was beautifulthough hundreds of years had probablypassed, he showed no signs of age,his marble skin wasunmarred, and it was strangethat I felt drawntoward him, felta need to comfort himeven though I knew he was marbleand his tears were naught but rain.I found myself walking towardshim my arms outstretched, as ifto comfort, or in supplication.Walking carefully around the gardens,so as not to wake their slumbering owners,tripping over half buried steps, twisting myankel and cutting my handin the process, kneeling at thefeet of the angel, and painting him withmy blood.Leaning back on the pedestal ofthe angel, I watchedtwilight fall, little knowingI wasn't the only one watching,until he made himselfknown.Sitting on the angel's pedestal,languidly lounging, lazily looking likethe
The Twelve Stresses of CollegeThe First stress of college that I had to beata dead line to meet.The Second stress of college that I had to beatTwo timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Third stress of college that I had to beatThree projects,Two timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Fourth stress of college that I had to beatFour paper cuts,Three projects,Two timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Fifth stress of college that I had to beatFive malfunctions,Four paper cuts,Three projects,Two timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Sixth stress of college that I had to beatSix grammar errors,Five malfunctions,Four paper cuts,Three projects,Two timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Seventh stress of college that I had to beatSeven circuits shorted,Six grammar errors,Five malfunctions,Four paper cuts,Three projects,Two timelines,And a deadline to meet.The Eighth stress of college that I had to beatEight minute meltdown,Seven circuits shorted,Six grammar errors,Five malfunctions,Four pape
Dear Future MeDear Future Me,I hope that you haven't changed too much from who I am now. I hope that you are in one of the art and design colleges in San Fran and have an awesome little apartment with a loft and small garden and that you have an internship with Aardman waiting for you when you leave college. I hope that you haven't become the hermit that I've threatened to be several times and that you have amassed a huge library that you know you'll have to lug around with you forever. I hope that you still dance in the rain, even when your neighbors look at you funny. I hope that San Fran is still a magical place to you and that you still see the world though your own eyes. I hope you have great teachers and even greater friends. I hope you can see the world as I dream to today. I know that you probably won't have your own car so I hope that you at least have your own cat, and that she doesn't eat your bonsai (assuming that you haven't killed it yet.) I hope that you have some sort of job, prefer