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classical

There is never a silence here anymore. Everything runs and purs and screeches and cracks and howls and I can’t turn it off. I’ve been listening to music to drown out everything else, but despite it being relaxing, I feel as though I’m running away from something. A dash. A headache. I’m scared to be alone anymore. Keep the noise coming but turn it off entirely.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.14.2019 @ 6:14 am

corners

I met him while he was working again and we both shook and babbled and probably didn’t act at all like we would have liked to. Later I bumped into him again, and we did much the same, but this time we walked together and I drew attention to the fact that I was babbling and being pretty terrible. He walked me to my car, we hugged and he almost left. But I called him back, and kissed him on that corner, despite not knowing whether or not that was what he wanted, or whether I was really allowed.
We’ve been together ever since.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.27.2018 @ 4:08 am

steer

My dad took the cover off the wheel last week, only about two months after I’d asked. My hands are giving up now. Tomorrow it’s one year since I worked, and I’m so much worse than I could’ve imagined back then. They told me I’d never get better but the sun never realised. It rises and sets in the most cruel but beautiful way. Just like it doesn’t care. It doesn’t.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.26.2018 @ 1:15 pm

motel

I don’t stay away from home very often. I sit home, when I can sit, and I mope and I cry a little. Or a lot, if we’re being completely honest.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. My heart isn’t in it, and neither is my brain. Chronic pain. I have a heart but my body only beats along in painful ways.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.08.2018 @ 7:27 am

disaster

Bad things happen to good people all the time and I like to question that. Why? Does anyone really know the reason for these disasters? Is it a message from a higher power? A threat that something bigger will come if we keep abusing our planet the way we do? Some people believe it is this, the work of God. Why would God allow these things to happen if he/she is so powerful?

» Posted By Aisling On 02.19.2016 @ 10:42 am

bricks

Bricks are the foundation of our society, they are present in the construction and destruction of our world, the pile of rubble ready to create, ready to be destroyed.

» Posted By Aisling On 03.22.2013 @ 6:28 pm

end

It was the end of the day. The curtain was slightly open. The rain drops shone orange from the street light. And the silhouette of a horse ty named thunderbolt could just about be seen.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.13.2013 @ 4:36 pm

barrel

a barrel soars through the air. the insides slosh. around. some water flies out through the cracks. but mostly, the little boy inside is frightened

» Posted By Aisling On 01.01.2013 @ 3:26 pm

there was a boy in a barrel. he liked the smell of the wood. there were once apples in the barrel. by once, I, of course, mean, yesterday. But he ate them today. so now he is on his own. no apples, only the smell of wood. and the music in his head. he sometimes sings to himself. for no particular reason, only because it’s something to do besides think.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.01.2013 @ 3:21 pm

library

the library is not as she expected. the books aren’t dusty; the shelves aren’t dark and cramped. there are no gowned scholars, no sconces. just strip-lighting and well-organised folders. she is oddly disappointed.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.24.2012 @ 4:37 pm

themselves

they huddle like crows at the bus stop every day
and the old women say,
‘look,
it’s themselves’
their cigarette butts go cold in the puddles
when they leave.
and nobody is sure
where they go off to.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.08.2012 @ 4:54 pm

concept

conceptual glances- forbearance’s forgiveness and the forgotten. What is your concept of love? of humility? Of freedom or democracy? Perhaps the same as another’s concept of tyranny.

» Posted By Aisling On 08.12.2012 @ 9:56 pm

suspects

suspects are usually involved in crimes. i hope id never be a suspect in a serious crime.. that’d be awkward. suspects are sometimes misunderstood. or dangerous. suspects suspects suspects.

» Posted By aisling On 07.20.2012 @ 4:09 pm

bucket

water holder with in the people of earths lives. It can hold water, it can pour water it can be the one scarce thing that will behold the water.

» Posted By aisling On 07.08.2012 @ 7:02 pm

stunt

people pull stunts all the time. stupid stunts that nobody approves of but that you pull anyway. everyone does it. stuntmen are the best at it i guess. but those are not the stunts i mean. stunts are silly.

» Posted By aisling On 05.26.2012 @ 4:55 pm

lock

This lock is forever. This what I am. Locked in my body, forever. I need to get out. Break the cycle, break open the lock. Leave this shattered remain. Spread my wings to the sun. This is what I am.

» Posted By Aisling On 08.05.2011 @ 8:50 pm

ragged

I always wondered why they named him what they did. It didn’t seem to suit him after we gave him away, a flimsy little puppy all barrel shaped and incessantly annoying. I guess you don’t question a dying woman though, you go with things. It’s only ever in retrospect that we really understand.

What a legend you were, lady.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.11.2011 @ 11:05 am

support

I felt kind of bad for her, you know, throwing out forty bucks just for one bra when I just have to wander about and can buy almost seven for the same price. Either way, she’s got a job and she’s employed, and I miss her, the way she’s never there at three in the morning anymore, she’s just all asleep and nine to five. I dunno, we were friends once, we used to shop for bras together. Things change.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.10.2011 @ 8:41 am

deny

My little dog had puppies this morning.
It’s hard to think of her any other way than as a baby herself. I brought her home in my pocket one day. She was small and light and disappeared among the folds of fabric. We became inseperable.
They look just like she did – round noses and little black ears.
These days have been passing too fast.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.28.2008 @ 4:18 am

princess

I cried on the way home in the car. Row after row of melded, painted, screeching metal, purring and squealing, all lined up, moving sixty in the slow lane. I think I’m alone a lot, but I got to noticing people’s faces, and their smiles, and I thought about somebody else crying too, like it might just happen.
Like I might not be the most lonely little girl in the world.

» Posted By Aisling On 01.24.2009 @ 11:27 am

grid

I went and took photographs in the park on Monday, when I was supposed to have been in class, readying myself for an exhibition that I have no desire to be a part of. I had a black and white film, fast speed, and I could see my world coming together in the grainy form of underexposed normality, and it made me happy, hopping over that chainlink fence and being in love with something, everything or even anything.

» Posted By Aisling On 03.20.2009 @ 5:45 am

startled

I’m still sleeping too late. I’m having dreams about all the work I have to do. Unsure of anything, I wake, my head heavy and my limbs softened from sleep. This is not how I imagined things would be, that night you found me drunk and lonely and I let you let me sit on your lap. I’m just so tired, love.

» Posted By Aisling On 03.15.2009 @ 6:03 am

paintbrush

I couldn’t figure what it was that I was doing that day. Standing in my room, the deep green shade was drip drip dripping right onto my toes, but all I could do was mutter to myself. All I could do was start over.
It wasn’t all that difficult to realise where things might just have been headed, but I had never intended on sticking around long enough to sit down to dinner with the consequences of my actions.

» Posted By Aisling On 09.18.2009 @ 9:03 am

wanted

They don’t believe that I’m unwell and after months of trying and poking and searching and prodding, along with puking and pain and memory loss and confusion and feeling like I’m going out of my fucking mind, they tell me they think I imagined it.

I can’t deal with this by myself, sweetheart.
You really need to be here right now.

» Posted By Aisling On 09.08.2009 @ 11:47 am

mellow

I never wanted to be that kind of time waster. Or money waster. Or gift waster. But I did it, somehow. I feel as though sometimes I’m much too big for this world and it’s ways, but really, I’m just small, and I can get on, or get off altogether.
I’d apologise, only I’m not sure exactly where to start.

» Posted By Aisling On 12.11.2008 @ 6:43 am

aware

It doesn’t matter anymore.
It really doesn’t, love.
I see that you’re happy.
Last night I had a dream about crocodiles in our river, and it reminded me of primary school and singing a song about a crocodile called Jock. Not Jack. Jock.
You weren’t there.
I was okay then, too.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.30.2008 @ 3:52 am

held

You’ll be back soon. I know it.
We both have no money and nowhere to go, but sometimes I swear it’s true – it’s possible to live on love alone.
We had our first drinks together and I carried you home and peed in your toilet while you puked in the sink.
I miss your stories about blowjobs and sex and the way you used to kiss me on the mouth and I used to shy away.
But we both knew it. I’m shy.
And we were fucking epic.

» Posted By Aisling On 11.20.2008 @ 11:10 am

humid

There’s no way I’m going through this again. I don’t care what the cure is. This has become too hard. Terminal cancer and cancer and cancer. It’s everywhere all of a sudden and everything’s laced with the idea of impending death. Doom, like a children’s cartoon, only I’m not laughing.
Oh god, I’m not laughing.

» Posted By Aisling On 08.03.2009 @ 9:16 am

twine

I like twine it’s all about the string it’s a way to keep things together and it never grows old. It can be as long or as short as it wants to be or needs to be and overall it can be very useful. If you get the good stuff you can have it in lots of different colours and use it for crafts, and yet if you have the plain stuff it can have neverending use around the house and garden. My mom uses it for plant stalks and it’s tough as nails, never falls off or anything. It’s awesome stuff.

» Posted By Aisling On 07.22.2009 @ 6:31 pm

install

put things in. Install program, it doesnt work, crap, back to the manual. Dammit its in Japanese. Custemer care line, hello? Yeah its… Oh, yeah I tried… No its no…Yeah ok, I’ll hold. Dammit why dont you work? C’mon c’mon…loading! Yes! Only three more hours to go

» Posted By aisling On 02.23.2009 @ 11:02 am

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