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never

As you smile up at me on bended knee, I feel the tears caress my cheeks as though to comfort me after I wake up and realize that this is only a dream and this will never be me.

» Posted By Franchesca On 09.29.2014 @ 6:28 pm

interest

He catches my eye, catches my interest, as he portrays on stage a man of grandeur. He speaks of hardships he has never experienced, lives he has never fought for, and love he has not experienced. This is why the actor will always catch my interest.

» Posted By Franchesca On 11.04.2012 @ 12:52 am

zone

im feeling in the zone shoot i dont even know what to think about this one but i guess i think of home when i think of a zone a place with a loving embrace although zone doesnt really have a connotation or does it all this rambling i have completely forgotten punctuation and i spelled wrong too

» Posted By Franchesca On 08.15.2012 @ 11:15 pm

methods

I have no methods when it comes to writing. I write as I think and sometimes I think it’s amazing. Other times it comes out as shit. Maybe that is my method though; close your eyes and hope you hit the mark.

» Posted By Franchesca On 08.01.2012 @ 12:45 am

gum

We were in high school, I always brought gum and you always
asked for some. Everyday, between the time you were asking and I was giving some gum,
we had those small talks. Until one day, I ran out of gum and you told me that you didn’t really care and asking for some gum was just an excuse to talk to me :)

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.26.2012 @ 12:46 am

fuses

I asked her,
“Why do you know so much about things like, changing the doorknob and removing the circuit fuse?”
She said,
When you father leaves your mom at 8,
you start trying to do things that he used to.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.24.2012 @ 1:42 am

icing

I watched the little boy
with icing on his cheeks
make a wish
I turned my view to
the guests,
I wonder if they also think
how sweet innocence is
for this little boy’s wish
is for everyone to
be in peace.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.23.2012 @ 6:34 am

instructions

I believe in one God
but that God has no name,
for i don’t believe on
what an old book says

we believe on different things
but I am not expecting you to follow
because who am I to give instructions
and make others suffer
when all of us are born
with nothing but innocence
but arrogance has conquered some,
i hope that the trance will wear off
and they will silence themselves
when they try to shove it
to others who doesn’t really care.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.22.2012 @ 10:19 am

All of us are born without any idea what this world holds.
So why follow what others in high place think is right, when this life was meant to be ours.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.22.2012 @ 9:37 am

doorknob

The doorknob was cold. No, cold is the wrong word. It was freezing. The golden oval that shined too bright against the sunshine flooding in from the window. A startling contrast compared to the heat radiating from our bed and his warm body, exhausted from our late night adventure.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.14.2012 @ 12:47 am

turbine

The turbine blasts a blue-white flame and I’m close enough to see the heat alter its surroundings.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.10.2012 @ 2:14 am

pits

I could feel the sweat pooling in my pits. I know that’s not a very graceful way to describe stepping up onto that stage but being in those heels and that stupid black dress made me sweat. I felt like I was lying. I have these curves and these hips and these breasts but I’m not a woman. I never was.

» Posted By Franchesca On 06.19.2012 @ 11:22 pm

pour

I poured my heart out. She still rejected me. I’m not good enough. I was never a good enough person. It just took my heart laying still before her for her to finally decide to take mercy on me.

» Posted By Franchesca On 06.17.2012 @ 12:57 am

orbit

You used to orbit around me like the planets to the sun. I was your sun. Now I’m abandoned. There are no more majestic worlds surrounding me with rich beauty. Now it’s just me. Alone in a dark empty space, surrounded by an orbit, empty.

» Posted By Franchesca On 02.06.2012 @ 9:45 pm

below

Below the depths of my shallow mind, I know my beautiful words there lies.

» Posted By Franchesca On 01.17.2012 @ 9:48 pm

sneaky

You sneaky little child. You know the types, those that hide underneath the table because they don’t want to go home or the kids that jump out from behind the doors to scare their younger siblings. It’s funny now that I think about it, because those are the things I do. So I guess this time, I’m the sneaky child.

» Posted By Franchesca On 12.08.2011 @ 10:56 pm

centerpiece

The centerpiece of my life has always been tragedy. It’s this big fruit bowl filled with insecurities dressed in black welts, lies covered in oozing disappointment, and hopes buried underneath the rubble. I eat dinner every night in front of this horror, shoving what my supporters say of me down my throat. But the more I try to swallow, the wider the bowl seems to become and the more frightening the fruits of my death seem to grow.

» Posted By Franchesca On 12.05.2011 @ 1:32 am

anywhere

I don’t want to be anywhere but here, here in my warm bed on a chilly morning knowing that I could sleep in. Here where I can stare up at your face from your arms and know you aren’t going anywhere but the bathroom. Here where there’s no whirring of a computer fan, no ringing of a phone, and no honking of a traffic jam. To be anywhere else would be , to me.

» Posted By Franchesca On 11.30.2011 @ 10:00 pm

solitaire

I never learned how to play solitaire. It kind of makes me depressed when I’m alone. Because I have this deck of cards and no one to play with. And since I don’t know solitaire, I sit there and contemplate how aloneness feels and how words can never accurately describe it and how everything always sounds better when someone else writes it. Then I promise myself that I’ll get someone to teach me next time. And then I don’t. And it happens all over again.

» Posted By Franchesca On 11.17.2011 @ 9:55 pm

abstract

A dream within a dream is not so much an abstract thought for someone like me. I get them once in a fortnight, this malignant message from my subconscious, trying to tell me something I don’t want to acknowledge myself though something I know, I know.

» Posted By Franchesca On 11.14.2011 @ 1:44 am

epiphany

I need an epiphany to understand why I have a missing piece. It’s not missing like an “I miss you”, but rather a puzzle piece. And yes that metaphor has been done a thousand times, but it means so much more when it feels like it’s about to ruin your life.

» Posted By Franchesca On 11.01.2011 @ 11:53 pm

still

Still, I am awake. Still in love. Still not over you, no, not really. I’m still waiting. I’m still depressed. I’m still hiding. I’m still undressed. I’m still wondering if I’ll ever be good enough. I still wonder “why?”. I still wish I was smarter. Still uncomfortable with life. And I’m still wanting to be anyone, but me.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.28.2011 @ 3:36 am

artistry

The artistry of crafting these history outlines go unnoticed by adults and unappreciated by our fellow peers. I would like to send off an announcement to fellow overachievers and share that we are not alone in our marathon to excel, succeed, and impress.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.26.2011 @ 10:27 pm

stacks

Stacks and stacks of late bills and unimportant junk mail. Things I hate to look through. Things that remind me of how long it’s been since I had a reason to be organized. The death of a loved one ended my life, why not my endless stacks and stacks of mail?

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.10.2011 @ 9:30 pm

warned

He warned me he would love me and never let me go, a warning gone unfollowed and I trusted my heart. Little did I know that he would be the one to tear me apart. Maybe another time.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.05.2011 @ 10:56 pm

suppose

I suppose that you love me and that you truly care but sometimes supposing just doesn’t get me there.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.03.2011 @ 9:28 pm

edge

On the edge of sleep, I grope my way around these words of history, but the lullaby of the fan and the soft scritch of my pencil make me want to close my eyes and weep.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.02.2011 @ 9:19 pm

braid

I’m only reminded of my jealousy of her braid as it flows down her back, whipping behind her as she walks down the hall. Hair so beautiful, she has it all.

» Posted By Franchesca On 10.01.2011 @ 10:16 pm

romantic

I never thought myself to be the romantic type. When you had me, all I ever did was be, well, un-romantic. I didn’t want to hold you, or kiss you, or stare lustfully at you. All I wanted was for my best friend to come back. I’d rather him, than this romantic man.

» Posted By Franchesca On 09.30.2011 @ 8:40 pm

violent

The violence of my heart beating could not match the mere fact of this overwhelming depression. All I could think about was the thrashing and pounding of my fist on the wall, mimicking that of my heart. I needed someone to stop me. To hold me. But they never came.

» Posted By Franchesca On 07.21.2011 @ 2:02 am

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