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Everything I do is part of a cycle. So predictable. I will begin painting for a period of months, then set it down for 9 years. Same with piano, writing, reading various types of books, various musical patterns; life is so strange, yet it will be normal again as the pendulum swings once more…
» Posted By Rapunzel On 10.18.2014 @ 5:44 pm
human walls. that’s what they’re called. and there are so many of them between us.
» Posted By rapunzel On 02.08.2012 @ 7:23 am
we are the ghosts between dusk and dawn. we are the rumours that fly in whispers. we are the secret messages on a back-masked cassette. we are the spaces in the lyrics of songs. we are the affair novelists keep trying to write about. we are the tragic comedy that actors mock. we are the thieves that come home empty handed. we are the criminals that hide in plain sight.
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.28.2011 @ 10:22 pm
pegasus was an angel to them. when they see unicorns however, they think of the devil- charming, handsome, and horned. and so they run and spook. that, or they get down on all fours and start praying to god.
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.25.2011 @ 2:42 am
pegasus was an angel. when horses see unicorns however, they spook and run, or get down on all fours and pray.
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.25.2011 @ 2:38 am
Mister Stunning and Miss Sputnik fell in love on New Year’s Day. Sadly, they were tied to other things and other people at the time, and never acted on how they felt. Time passed and eventually they grew apart. Come New Year’s Day, Sputnik will think of Stunning, and giddy the sensation of falling, and wonder why she let him go.
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.23.2011 @ 6:13 pm
she studied her face in the mirror and noted that she looked better when her eyes were swollen. then a question popped into mind: why are those creases called laughter lines, when all they cradle are tears?
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.21.2011 @ 12:54 pm
suck on all my fingertips until you kill all my prints.
so your lover doesn’t know how much i’ve been touching you.
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.10.2011 @ 7:54 am
» Posted By rapunzel On 11.08.2011 @ 6:17 pm
She had eyes so dark they were almost black. I remember that. She wore pink, squarish glasses most days, some days contacts. I remember how she sometimes wore her hair down and sometimes put in in a ponytail. But what I can’t seem to recall is her laugh, or all the jokes she told me. It’s harder now for me to hear her voice in my mind. I don’t remember the way she walked, or the way she smelled, or even how it felt the day she held my hand. I’m getting over her. It’s what I’ve wanted to do since the moment she left, and now that I’m finally doing it… why do I want to go back?
» Posted By Rapunzel On 06.07.2011 @ 3:15 pm
She’s missing. Panic, frantic, I have to look for her, I have to find her. Here yesterday, gone today. Last I saw she was wearing a cap and gown, and now she’s gone. Someone took her, I know. Who? Time.
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.23.2011 @ 6:25 pm
My biology teacher has a cupboard full of animals. None of them are alive, of course, which I think makes it worse. Some are in jars, some immobilized in amber, some just heavily preserved, some stuffed. It’s like a cemetery.
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.11.2011 @ 7:13 pm
She never wore eyeliner, or any makeup at all, really. Most days she wore a ponytail and thick headband, and a single necklace. So simple, but she walked with so much confidence, much more than all the other girls with their masks. There was no mask on her, just honesty, openness, beauty.
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.05.2011 @ 5:01 pm
When I think of her, the image that comes to mind is a miniature her with a tent and campfire, hanging out in my heart while a miniature me makes a halfhearted attempt at asking her to leave. However, Mini-Me always just ends up sitting on the log next to her making s’mores, totally fine with the fact that my heart’s going to go up in flames. I just can’t seem to get her out of there…
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.04.2011 @ 4:08 pm
It stares at me. The little dinosaur wearing a diaper is carefully drawn on the stall door in black permanent marker, its big eyes examining me carefully as I roll out an appropriate amount of toilet paper. The name scrawled under it makes my heart skip a beat; “Kailey.”
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.03.2011 @ 7:26 pm
Someone gave me a bandana from a Lady Gaga concert. It’s got her name written on it all over, in red and white. It’s on my bed by me, along with the keychain and bag. I love it with all my heart, but…. what in the WORLD am I supposed to do with a bandana? I don’t wear bandanas….
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.02.2011 @ 2:19 pm
Maybe it’s the fluorescent lights, or maybe it’s her fluorescent smile. It could the the fluorescent pink paint on the small clay pig we made together, or maybe it’s just knowing this is it, the last day, it’s over. I should be upset, but what’s this? Relief? Makes sense; she’s too bright. She blinds me.
» Posted By Rapunzel On 05.01.2011 @ 7:47 pm
which one’s gonna call? who’s on the other end? who’s gonna call the most number of times? what time is which one gonna call?
polyamorous people play guessing games with the telephone a lot.
» Posted By rapunzel On 09.07.2010 @ 3:32 am
» Posted By rapunzel On 09.07.2010 @ 1:10 am
no, she doesn’t go by that name anymore. her name’s delirium now, you know.
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.15.2010 @ 6:26 pm
d.) none of the above
e.) all of the above
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.03.2010 @ 12:00 am
“none of this exists. nothing happened here. we are nothing.” said the man to his mistress.
“but nothing lasts forever.” she replied.
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.02.2010 @ 10:37 pm
none of this exists. nothing happened here. we are nothing. but nothing lasts forever.
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.02.2010 @ 10:30 pm
God loves masochists, or so she’s led herself to believe.
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.02.2010 @ 6:51 am
nun. mum. mummy. mommy. money. honey. hone. tone. moan. loan. lawn. gone.
» Posted By rapunzel On 08.02.2010 @ 6:40 am
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my eyes towards the heaven and pray that she doesn’t know what I’m thinking, cuz truthfully I’m not sure what it all means, either.
She’s beautiful. There’s no denying it.
Her square nails and freckled calves make my heart ache in a new old way that defies description.
Roll up my sleeves and do the work. Own it. Say it. Tell her.
» Posted By Rapunzel On 03.23.2010 @ 7:06 pm