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i wish on many things. stars, dandelions. i even hold my breath in tunnels. i think i make wishes on things that aren’t wishworthy at all anyway. like water reflections or heart shaped leaves. and its always wishes about love. love is that one thing, intangible, that i cant simply acquire. i have to wish for it, and maybe if i am lucky, it will come my way.

» Posted By beth On 12.09.2008 @ 11:20 pm


I like to dance. I really really liked to dance. I like to be free. To skip, to laugh, to be me. To twirl, I really like to twirl. I also live to groove and to jive. To sway and to swoon. To be me, and let you be you. No control, just movement. Beautiful, ungraceful movement. That’s me. Completely me. That’s all. Beautiful.

» Posted By Beth On 01.19.2009 @ 10:27 pm


only you know how i really feel. only you care. only you want to see me succeed. only you know what it takes for that to happen. only you can see me all the time for who I am. only you still love me. only you know what I will become. only you. only you.

» Posted By beth On 01.05.2009 @ 2:16 pm


Holy Cow.

That’s the funniest thing I could remember my sister saying. So I said it. Over and over and over. Holy cow holy cow holy cow.

Then finally, my brother leaned over and said, “Holy Shit. Cut it out.”

I started at him slack jawed, then we both burst out laughing.

» Posted By Beth On 04.08.2010 @ 5:45 pm


flutter little butterfly
into the open sky
flutter little butterfly
time to say goodbye

flutter little moth
over the dirty compost
flutter little moth
forever to be lost

» Posted By Beth On 04.04.2009 @ 4:28 am


Every where i turned they were there. Hidden amongst the wall, the bed, the bra. But they were not mine, it was not me. It was someone else. The unholy fingerprints – caught red handed.

» Posted By Beth On 04.02.2009 @ 12:27 pm


Sandwicth tuna my favorite in the world. How do you like your sndwitch? Trains also run in the subway and bums live there. I have never been on a subway before

» Posted By beth On 03.26.2009 @ 6:07 am

dark deep black train below the ground noisy tunnel sometimes dirty token stairs lost crowded new york traffic transportation

» Posted By beth On 03.25.2009 @ 10:54 pm


the tape dispenser was just laying there on the edge of the table, it wanted to be used, needed to be used. I picked it up harldy knowing what it wanted of me, yet it seemed to speak to me…it knew what it wanted and I was merely the tool to enact what it wanted. I slowly lifted it and then as if in finally in full awareness of what my life had led up to, what my life was now about, to save the world from such a monster…I swung it down as it crashed into his skull…finally releasing me from the torment he had so eloquently led me through the past four years.

» Posted By Beth On 03.24.2009 @ 9:03 pm


nobody knew what was so important about her details. nobody knew that she was making them up as she went along, that the specifics? the specifics were fake. she aimed not to forget the mess she’d made. she aimed not to let them in on her secrets.

» Posted By beth On 03.16.2009 @ 5:46 pm


An occasion can be something different to various people. For some, it has to be celebrated with parties and cakes, for others, it’s the registering of a precious moment fluttering in their heart forever, and taking the time to remember that moment for many times afterward. Some have to have pomp and grandeur, others just need their solitude.

» Posted By Beth On 07.14.2008 @ 3:10 am


I made a scarf recently out of threads, yarns, ribbons etc. It was a bit scratchy, and I usually think of a scarf as very soft, comfy, snuggly. I gave it away.
I wear scarves around my head almost every day, and they

» Posted By Beth On 07.17.2008 @ 11:21 am

wintertime necessity – keeps the cold out; warm, snug, secure feeling all at once. Reminds me of my grandpa’s old, plaid, itchy wool scarf that was given to me; I could not get his pipe tobacco smell out of it for years!

» Posted By Beth On 07.17.2008 @ 10:14 am


want it, need it, don’t want it don’t need it. abuse, get away.

» Posted By Beth On 09.19.2009 @ 12:54 pm


Logical. The choice was a logical yes or no, stay or go kind of choice, but tied up with leftover detritus.

» Posted By Beth On 09.11.2009 @ 12:38 pm


it’s like
the experience of
being much too good for this
and never being good enough
losing themselves to simply
letting yourself be.

you leave it alone
and let it lie in shapeless heaps
across the linoleum,
and still you’re gasping
in the afterglow
of being nameless
and yet,
still being recognized.

and the knots of love
are tangled ’round your heart
like his name is caught up in your veins
and if you could only savour time
for just another kiss,
the world would combust
and you’d be happy.

» Posted By Beth On 09.10.2009 @ 9:27 am





It’s like pulling hairs
from the back of my neck
to prove that I feel pain,
trying to scratch the itch
out of anxious palms
because pencils rub my skin to shreds
and I can’t master my words anymore.

I wish I could just
the clock
and let my thoughts flow freely,
but the minute hand is shouting betrayal
and I can’t see beyond the marker
coating my fingertips.




And I wish I could write…
but the anxiety of unutttered words
is choking me.

Maybe I’m trying too hard…

» Posted By Beth On 09.07.2009 @ 2:03 pm


Dog collar, blue collar, white collar. Imprisonment. Professionalism. That’s basically it, isn’t it?

» Posted By Beth On 09.06.2009 @ 2:46 pm


It was so hot the sidewalk burned my feet as I leapt and spun around, trying to keep the pain away. I suddenly hit a sliver of glass from some idiot’s broken bottle and let out a yelp as it sliced into my heel. Finally, I came to an unkempt lawn with crabgrass and weeds sprouting out of the cracks in the sidewalk next to it. The relief of being off the burning pavement was tempered by the searing pain and drops of blood that appeared when I wiggled the glass out of my foot.

» Posted By beth On 12.12.2008 @ 9:26 am


i fell like a girl on a trampoline only to bounce back up and feel my heart rate rise to my throut. It was a saviors hand that held me from the brink of death that day for the rebound never occured and i lay on the pavement for hours till someone found me.

» Posted By Beth On 11.21.2008 @ 4:00 am


~cool crisp air…burning leaves, falling leaves dancing on the wind. Sweat shirts and shorts, hot cider and hay stalks…Love the Fall!!!

» Posted By Beth On 07.02.2009 @ 12:25 pm


My mom loves licorice, and black licorice. And black panda licorice. And I like it, too. And licorice is not spelled “lickorish.” Why not?

» Posted By Beth On 09.02.2009 @ 5:04 pm


“I like cigarettes and guitars,” say gaggle. “Cigarettes and chocolate milk, these are just a couple of my cravings,” says Rufus Wainwright. “No, I don’t have any smokes,” says Mark to his brother. “I think a dollar is a bit much for a cigarette,” says the guy on craigslist in the missed connections section, looking for Maria.

» Posted By Beth On 09.01.2009 @ 3:32 pm


It’s a constant battle,
wrenching my heart out with sharded nails
and the etchings of teeth marks on my veins
as I try to pen my words down
into some semblance of poetry.

But the heartache
and the depression
and the things that drive my words
have disappeared,
and I’m not sure I succeed at being happy
when I’m still seeing in shades of gray.

I just wish someone
could glitter my eyes with inspiration
and leave me gasping from gills
in the waters of something-worth-writing.

Maybe then,
the battle would be over
and I’d have more than gunk
spewed across the page.

» Posted By Beth On 09.01.2009 @ 9:22 am


the hands of destiny have never been kind.

they twist you up
and twirl you down
and leave you gasping in the wake of
even when you realize
that nothing’s ever gonna be the same.

but this form of fate isn’t yearning
for something grander than chocolate bars
and black-tie affairs.

this is one of those moments
when the world simply stops
and lets the heart beat in sync with his name.

» Posted By Beth On 08.30.2009 @ 1:08 pm


you promised me forever
with your split-in-twelve-forks tongue
and your i’m-better-than-everyone disorders,
swearing upon the moon
that you could love me like onethousand watts
when the sun had disappeared beneath the clouds.

you promised me foralways
but you went back on your word,
and now,
i’ve been tossed into a pit
of self-destructive doubts
and neon-tinted tears.

because forever is a lie
and you’ve gone pro at keeping your eyes on mine
when you don’t mean it.

» Posted By Beth On 08.29.2009 @ 12:54 pm


my teachers are everywhere . my daughter is screaming at me. c an i stay on message and answer her que3stion. Yes! daughter #2 produced a flower. That is a teachable moment. My daughters, my teachers? My teachers, my thoughts? My reactions?

» Posted By beth On 08.28.2009 @ 5:16 pm


She swept out the last of the shared pieces of bone left in the cage, wondering if her life would be the same now thaT THE BIG, BEAUTIFUL CAT WAS GONE FOREVER.

» Posted By Beth On 08.28.2009 @ 8:15 am

What is freedom and what is bondage? Is the cage a place to keep me from life, or is it a place to remain safe from everything on the outside? My bird loves her cage. Have I too become too enamored with the cage to fly free in the world?

» Posted By Beth On 08.28.2009 @ 7:36 am


I assume you mean “assume” as in assumption as in the assumption that I am assuming that you are assuming that I am assuming that wearing yellow on Saturdays means that I assume that it is going to rain, as raincoats are yellow, I assume.

» Posted By Beth On 08.27.2009 @ 9:15 am

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