Comments Posted By micheline
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I can’t try to live up to something that I did not choose for myself. Even doing that is hard at times. I can learn through touch and not through reading things some old white guy wrote to make me feel things i did not choose to feel.
» Posted By micheline On 05.27.2014 @ 6:01 am
we file in. 47 of us in a row. woman after woman. not checking what’s between our legs. the scent gives us away. and so does the rouge on our cheeks, the foundation stains on our blouses. and we are picked up in groups of five with two left over, one for each, none wasted
» Posted By micheline On 01.13.2014 @ 2:15 pm
Is it worth the headache? The overslept wishes? I hear honking of horns, red headed bufoonery. I am in the midst of reckless disregard. I recall the beginnigs of nine years past, all one by one
» Posted By micheline On 12.31.2013 @ 9:14 pm
I lose myself in prospective affection. I touch you, red vermillion in my mind. I remember fighting it tooth-and-nail. But the way you flush my skin is too much. And I’m dying for a piece of your attention.
» Posted By micheline On 10.23.2013 @ 5:41 pm
I wish to count you on my fingers, in thousands. I want you, I want the house. I want the land. I long for the power. You’ll know me well on your tv screen. I’ll know what to do to get there. When all else fails, you have money equals power.
» Posted By micheline On 08.03.2013 @ 3:24 pm
Something i have yet to try. I breathe in eucalyptus in my past. Today’s smell is earthier, sweet wood and fire. It won’t hurt my lungs, condensing in my throat, “you’re not a child anymore.”
» Posted By micheline On 07.29.2013 @ 7:58 pm
When I go outside. You may think its impossible for one to hide so much. Why would you if you had the whole world at your disposal? She may have hired a decoy, to let them think she was still at home, helping women do their deeds. But I am really here, teach me how to live free of the present.
» Posted By micheline On 06.27.2013 @ 3:09 pm
We want our legs to stretch like hers. Long and blonde haired, she looks like she’s walking on stilts. As we trail behind her. Wanting to know what it’s like to be so far above our world. Maybe this is why everybody loves her.
» Posted By micheline On 06.23.2013 @ 5:00 pm
I will wear you inside out. Like the top of my eyelid. In leather adorned. In burnt skin you stretch across me. And I wear you like a glove, i wear you out until you are too tired to move on.
» Posted By micheline On 06.20.2013 @ 9:35 pm
I will get up. Maybe tomorrow. It’s been quite awhile since the fall. Rough and tumble, they’ve said. But my stomach is too hollow to keep me up. And I tumble as soon as my left foot touches the ground.
» Posted By micheline On 06.19.2013 @ 8:10 am
I was strung on this idea that I would pass into this role. I am bigger than what I’ve always been, I will be ready. Well the dream has passed, I’m too scared and lost at bay. I was strung on petty praises and grandiose dreams and now to realize I am just as ive always been. I am here.
» Posted By micheline On 06.17.2013 @ 4:23 am
Sleeved arms touching. Do you know your name. Or ours? How’s it like to be a human? How’s it like to touch the sores on my arm? Sleeved, you’ll never see them. But I carry them to bed. I pick at them when the moon hits me just right.
» Posted By micheline On 06.15.2013 @ 1:29 pm
I don’t have any. Well maybe some. From you, because you’re unstable. You scream and you rant while contradicting everything you’ve ever done. You’re not my mother, you’re not my care taker. Unable to cope you tightly constrict us with attempted control. at your best you talk and don’t pay attention so I can exhale
» Posted By micheline On 08.04.2012 @ 10:19 am
I don’t have any. I’m you and I’m her and I’m void. I haven’t been able to bring myself to do anything for a very long time. I don’t read I don’t watch I just sleep. I sleep and I eat and I shit and I renew
» Posted By micheline On 07.31.2012 @ 9:28 pm
open ending the cabinet of your dreams. Old musty wood, gold accents. slightly molded but nothing you can’t work with. I shove in what I can’t help and close it because looking at if makes me forget about the contents
» Posted By micheline On 07.29.2012 @ 6:32 am
holder of the key. Open up the door and take me whenever. Use the key to open rusty heads. use it to shut your mouth. Hold the ring and choose which key you want to slander
» Posted By micheline On 07.25.2012 @ 10:51 am
not what it tastes like, but the presentation. That’s what always counted. Iced on the outside. Empty on the inside. Inward, you’re a useless soul. you really don’t contribute much at all, you just push the threshold further.
» Posted By micheline On 07.23.2012 @ 8:05 am
around the corner you can see them watching. I don’t know about anger, but what I’m feeling is hate. You can’t even point to me and single me out from a crowd. Who gave you the right to blow the back of my head off
» Posted By micheline On 07.20.2012 @ 7:10 am
laid out. In the same place. Same pisition. All is stagnant. Including the thick air that becomes increasingly hard to breathe because it hurts my cilia. The pressure of it in my lungs, the unpleasant smell. Like mold and old forgotten hopes. Like a lost sense of direction being strapped down and told that now its time to start over and make your own way
» Posted By micheline On 07.19.2012 @ 9:20 am
I can hear you, misuse me, abuse my common judgement. I don’t lack it, but you underestimate what I know. Hold me, to my word. Bury them in my grave of dirt. Because I’ve heard, what you said about me, to counter all of the shameless deeds. You get what you deserve. You know how hard it’s to observe, from the inside looking in
» Posted By micheline On 07.18.2012 @ 9:27 am
decorations, saved for an uncertain future. Decorations carefully selected to make yourself feel more important. decorations to fool the outsiders that you’re something special, that you’re one in a million. they may never be acquired but dreaming passes the time
» Posted By micheline On 07.17.2012 @ 8:40 am
Rollin down da kawna bouncin in da six deuce
» Posted By micheline On 07.15.2012 @ 12:07 pm
you don’t and it’s not wanted. Keep it for yourself. Introspect and retrospect. wanted but not defined. who are you to tell me otherwise. fuck you and your limitations
» Posted By micheline On 07.14.2012 @ 9:22 pm
I twist the doorknob then stop. my room smells like smoke and I’m nicotine buzzed. keeping secrets in my own home. I love the excitement but I shake at the consequences. I live for petty thrills and imitative coolness. when I exhale I’m as smooth as the night. I’m where I want to be. In my own head I am the epitome of made
» Posted By micheline On 07.14.2012 @ 12:18 am
Wrap around me. You see nothing. You see no scars or changes. The bandages tighten. they wrap around me until I have no room for feeling. Until I am numbed and the blood has no where to flow. I am defeated and constricted in these dirty, yellowing bandages made of soulless cloth. I am a rotting consciousness fleeing the past and blankly living in the moment.
» Posted By micheline On 07.13.2012 @ 9:52 am
stuck with the adviser. He told me things do contradictory they burned my ears and stung my eyes. Father so unreliable. theyre under the impression they know anything. Their consciousness only extends within the limitations that a callused, non human heart can maintain. Our best interest is just another nuisance and we are stuck with so very few to rely on
» Posted By micheline On 07.12.2012 @ 12:19 am
you tell me a lot of things. from a good place perhaps. I fully realize I don’t have it all figured out. I nod. I listen to your suggestions. but walk in my shoes and smell the stench of reality and maybe then you won’t be so full of answers
» Posted By micheline On 07.11.2012 @ 12:35 am
if I knew what that meant I’d write something meaningful. at least something that’s meaningful to myself because people who try to inspire others through their unoriginal ideas should be lined up and shot like tin cans on a rednecks fence
» Posted By micheline On 07.09.2012 @ 10:14 pm
Kick the bucket already. Kick it and watch your life spill out in front of you. Akick it to see how pathetic you are. Take your last breath knowing there’s no one standing behind. No one to receive you. maybe finally you’ll feel it. I hope it terrifies you
» Posted By micheline On 07.08.2012 @ 7:55 pm
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young children go outside to play not to pick up sticks. two or four hours, seemed like more. You yelled at me in my torn overalls. Humiliated us and it remains
» Posted By micheline On 07.07.2012 @ 11:46 pm