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We joked about which alumni would show up and how different each one would look. Do werewolves get grey hair? Does the zombie decay into bits and pieces on the floor? This should be interesting!

» Posted By Selena On 04.09.2011 @ 9:57 pm

the salty reminiscence never seems to cease.
if they were the best years of your life, you have not learned to live.

» Posted By Selena On 04.09.2011 @ 1:40 pm


what once was whole has a bite shaped mark. the apple is scared and the juice is run out like the rain pouring down outside.

» Posted By Selena On 03.20.2011 @ 3:47 pm


burned by magic, the pretty pretty princess learned that her dreams would never come true. “there are no such things as fairytales, ophelia,” he said.

» Posted By Selena On 03.13.2011 @ 5:33 pm


I’ve swept my problems under the rug. I think about brooms when I see ‘swept’. Almost sounds like wept. Past tense of weep. Wonder why a broom would weep. I like the ‘sw’, that makes a very pleasant sound in my opinion.

» Posted By Selena On 03.06.2011 @ 4:13 pm


the wheel spins out, the tires skid. impact. shock. slam. pressure. snow rushes in through the broken glass. wrecked. there is no more control.

» Posted By Selena On 03.04.2011 @ 5:56 pm


sweet. too much. i like the bitter. can only stomach the darkest. small pieces at a time of anything so sweet as the regular milk version. bitter black coffee is my drug of choice (ironically with sugar). does that make me an ‘un’-stereotypical girl?

» Posted By Selena On 02.15.2011 @ 10:35 pm


the song… hang me up to dry, i’m pearly like the wh wh whites of your eyes by cold war kids… I’m a coward but i got close enough to see his eyes and now i know he’s afraid too. he just hides it better.

» Posted By Selena On 02.09.2011 @ 6:47 pm


one dropped call,
one shoe astray
one button missing
train delay.
the longest breakdown
heard in days.
an old ashtray
and coffee stains.
one more story
one more ‘no tip’
the last dropped tray…
i guess you could say it was one helluva day.

» Posted By Selena On 01.28.2011 @ 5:13 pm

eggs that bear the burden marks of her shock. if only she could have held it all steady, nothing would have been dropped.

» Posted By Selena On 01.28.2011 @ 5:08 pm


endless oceans- tides that slide, worlds colide. endless work and endless pride. the words that i typed in my favorite typewriter- they are endless- long after me, people will still write.

» Posted By Selena On 01.20.2011 @ 8:45 pm


discovery chanel- then the national geographic one- home of freaky shit you never needed to know… but fascinating all the same.

» Posted By Selena On 01.06.2011 @ 10:08 pm

discover the truth. ignorance is bliss- but only half the time. choose wise- hindsight will shed light. but only far too late.

» Posted By Selena On 01.06.2011 @ 10:06 pm


a phrase is a phrase- is a common daze- a whiteout haze- a brand new phase- just a simple short sweet phrase.

» Posted By Selena On 01.04.2011 @ 6:01 pm


i’m not too blind to notice… so i say. and so i thought. but maybe i am. and maybe i should have said something sooner. i hope… well, i just hope.
that it’s not too late or too hard for my apology.

» Posted By Selena On 01.02.2011 @ 11:48 pm


split- betwixt- the inbetween. nothing’s pretty here- like split pea soup. and it’s all slipping out of your grasp- like a banana split, or at least the peal.

» Posted By Selena On 12.30.2010 @ 11:22 pm


believing, hoping, stars in the sky, sometimes too much to think of.

» Posted By Selena On 12.29.2010 @ 3:15 pm

new year wishing, wistful, wanting, desire, need, a new start.

» Posted By Selena On 12.29.2010 @ 3:08 pm


it’s a myth-bound to be false.

» Posted By Selena On 12.26.2010 @ 6:21 pm


Lay myself upon the alter
Bear it all
Cross crash- falls
Splashes water
Holy born
Lay myself upon the changes-
down upon the alter.

» Posted By Selena On 12.23.2010 @ 11:37 am


paperclips hold it together- unlike paper cuts- torn so easily.

» Posted By Selena On 12.23.2010 @ 10:26 am


the cannon blast was felt even inside the borders of what we thought was a safe place. the walls are broken. our defenses no more. whatever happened to home?

» Posted By Selena On 12.19.2010 @ 4:51 pm


uninspired, but there all the same.
the letters in the box
typed so careful but full of mistakes.
i love my old typewriter
even though
it’s so unforgiving

» Posted By Selena On 12.18.2010 @ 1:28 pm


boa constrictor or pink fuzzy feathery boa… i think it has glitter in it too

» Posted By Selena On 12.18.2010 @ 7:05 am


i sat on the front stoop of the old broken house. i was poking that poor ant with a stick. again. my brother had just given it a rest and left but for some reason i just couldn’t go. so i sat and stared. only a little bit blankly. mindlessly torturing an ant.
i feel minor guilt now. :/

» Posted By Selena On 12.16.2010 @ 11:23 pm


wrong is to right as shoe is to hand.
thats a bad example.
maybe thats why so many people have a hard time getting it right.

» Posted By Selena On 12.15.2010 @ 9:45 pm


hills like white elephants- the things left unsaid always cause the most damage. hind-sight is perfect.

» Posted By Selena On 12.10.2010 @ 8:51 pm


the old copper pot was worn. it sat on the stovetop on the right corner burner as always, but things were different. you could feel it in the air. without her here in the house that we called home, everything felt cold.

» Posted By Selena On 11.29.2010 @ 3:31 pm


it was understood. a tacit pact.
He wouldn’t touch the pie and I would take him to a movie later, or a water park. or something. as long as my little brother entertained himself for five good blessed minutes… there wouldn’t be an issue.
it was just understood.

» Posted By Selena On 11.25.2010 @ 11:39 am


science like physics class. my calculating errors slay me and it changes how i see the world. i cannot decide whether or not it’s a good thing, but it makes things more interesting.

» Posted By Selena On 11.19.2010 @ 3:37 pm

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