• Andrea commented on the post, pageant 7 years, 2 months ago

    pageant princess, looking so bright and cheerful. What’s your aim? where do you want your life to go? No? Nod and wave, be happy and when you’re unfulfilled at 25, wave, be happy. And when you’re unfulfilled […]

  • Andrea commented on the post, medical 7 years, 3 months ago

    That retched medical smell. It makes you sick, granted you aren’t sick to begin with. It’s too clean, too clinical. What do they expect you to think when you enter the damn hospital? “Wow, this is clean!” or […]

  • Andrea commented on the post, compassion 7 years, 7 months ago

    With grace, with compassion, with love, they accepted her into their family. She was unlike them, unusual, but weren’t they all? No one was turned away before, and they sure as hell weren’t going to start now. After all, weren’t they all just after love?

  • Andrea commented on the post, discovery 7 years, 9 months ago

    The discovery which lead to today was an amazing one. It was amazing in its simplicity. She was In Love. That’s a major discovery. She found out that it changed the taste of his kisses, the way she looks at him, flavors the way she thinks of him.

  • Andrea commented on the post, sticks 7 years, 10 months ago

    Sticks and stones
    May break my bones
    But your words will never hurt me.

    What a load of bull. Words slice and dice. They kill little deaths. Tiny, little deaths. Deaths of the heart. Deaths of the soul.
    Sticks and stones my ass.

  • Andrea commented on the post, wade 7 years, 11 months ago

    I wade in the ocean
    that is your voice.
    Your music,
    in waves,
    crashes over me.
    I wish we didn’t fight.
    I wish we were lovers,
    and we’d wade
    through the ocean.
    Love, tears, life,
    all are meaningless without you.
    Please, my Love,
    wade with me.

  • Andrea commented on the post, wonder 7 years, 11 months ago

    Often I wonder.
    I wonder about love,
    about lust and why,
    oh why oh why,
    are they more often than not confused.
    Tell me you love me,
    then tell me why you only want me,
    and then tell me that’s
    not some fucked up version of lust.
    Often I wonder.

  • Andrea commented on the post, train 7 years, 11 months ago

    I got on the train. Today, I leave everything behind. It’s the beginning of a new life in a new world. If not a new world, I was at least restarting in a new city. Although I was ecstatic to be out of hell, I cried for the unfamiliarity of it all.

  • Andrea commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 11 months ago

    He embraced her warmly in the night. They had not been together long, but already he knew he was in love. She was lovely and kind and right. He had never come across anyone so perfect in his life, and now he had found her. Gently, as not to wake her, he kissed her neck.

  • Andrea commented on the post, limo 7 years, 11 months ago

    The first time I rode in a limo, I was on my way to a dance with a boy I thought I loved. As the fates would have it, I didn’t love him…or the following lovers I took. Which kind of sucks, but it’s ok. I’m young yet.

  • Andrea commented on the post, backpack 7 years, 11 months ago

    Grab your backpack
    fill it with food and clothes and love,
    leave behind things you do not need.
    You don’t need that baggage,
    just this backpack.

    Grab your backpack,
    let us away.
    Let’s see what is new,
    and let us see what is wonderful.

  • Andrea commented on the post, montage 7 years, 11 months ago

    Figures. Today’s word is montage. Nick and I broke up today. Everything, every-freaking-thing, reminds me of us. It’s like an endless montage to depressing music. Slip is repeating. How depressing is that?

  • Andrea commented on the post, sideburns 7 years, 12 months ago

    Sideburns. It’s a funny word-I get the side part, but the burns part? It makes no sense. Did someone once burn off their sideburns, gaining them that awful name many years ago? I guess it could be looked up, but where’s the fun in that?

  • Andrea commented on the post, despair 7 years, 12 months ago

    Yesterday, I despaired to get my teeth out,
    but what I realized is I really despair the thought
    that not everything is permanent.
    Tomorrow, my mom will be able to hold my hand,
    but not always, and that is,
    indeed,
    something to despair.

  • Andrea commented on the post, canteen 7 years, 12 months ago

    The Canteen was where we always got our food. It’s funny, now, because it burnt down. A canteen, it’s something that holds water, or any beverage, really. So a canteen, a water bottle, burnt down. I remember Scott and I going there one night. It was after a fight, and we were dying of hunger […]

  • Andrea commented on the post, torch 8 years ago

    Torch.
    Torch the memories,
    watch them burn,
    watch them ash.
    Maybe, just now,
    it’ll stop the pain.
    Torch.
    Get rid of the hurt
    and the memories
    and the love
    and all the things we said would stay.
    I guess not,
    so let’s torch this baby to the ground.

  • Andrea commented on the post, booth 8 years ago

    We sat in the photo booth together. He kissed me softly, that was one picture. We stuck our tongues out, the second. Together, we made absurd faces, the other’s face as our canvas. A third. The fourth was my reaction to him telling me he loves me.

  • Andrea commented on the post, thief 8 years ago

    “Like a thief in the night.” Every day, someone says that. I think of something that robs, kills, rapes. Disease is a thief in the night. Quietly, quietly, it enters and steals you of your health, and meanwhile you lay dying.

  • Andrea commented on the post, pretzel 8 years ago

    She was twisted and contorted when they found her body. A pretzel, maybe, but more like a broken doll. The glass lay around her like the stars lay around the moon in the sky. Even in death, she was the most gorgeous woman Daniel had ever seen.

  • Andrea commented on the post, wrath 8 years ago

    Her wrath was vile and cruel, but just. An eye for an eye, yes, but then, so much more. When one is wronged, one has so much more lost. She made sure that he knew that, that he knew that when he killed her lover, he killed her as well. She made sure that he […]