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eleven

11:00
ten hours since lunchtime
nine overachieving friends (all finished with homework, of course)
eight minutes past
seven hours of sleep in the past day
six assignments
five family members
four classes per day
three projects due tomorrow
two hours since dinner
one lifetime wasted
and zero progress made

» Posted By suzy On 11.18.2014 @ 8:14 pm

eleven
malevolent
such an odd number
that extra one
sticking off of ten
like some uncomfortable
thorn
pressing into my mind
with every
eleven

eleven
prime
but far from optimal
elevens
are ugly
spare
extra
unnecessary
messy
like a stone in your shoe
that doesn’t hurt
but you can’t help but notice it

» Posted By suzy On 11.18.2014 @ 8:10 pm

eleven o’ clock
and still nothing done
been toiling all day
but ’twas all for none

eleven o’ clock
three projects all due
tommorrow, of course
oh, what can i do?

» Posted By suzy On 11.18.2014 @ 8:06 pm

confined

i raise my eyes
is that a light
slicing through the eternal darkness
in which i am confined
it couldn’t be
but somehow it is
piercing my eyes
it burns
my dark-pale skin
it is fresh
and new
and terrible
hot
and bright
and noisy
so unlike the cool dark
to which i am accustomed

» Posted By suzy On 10.26.2014 @ 8:44 am

i raise my eyes
is that a light
slicing through the eternal darkness
in which i am confined
it couldn’t be
but somehow it is
it burns
my dark-pale skin
it is fresh
and new
and terrible

» Posted By suzy On 10.26.2014 @ 8:43 am

my confines
all i’ve ever known
though it hurts
at least i’m safe
in familiarity

change?
a change?
a lightening in the darkness
but
now it’s blinding
freedom
hurts more than chains i’ve never left

» Posted By suzy On 10.25.2014 @ 3:16 pm

can’t scream
don’t even try
you’re stuck
in your own confines
you did this to yourself, you know
how else would you get here
why else would you be stuck here
can’t escape the prison you love

» Posted By suzy On 10.25.2014 @ 3:13 pm

i am trapped here, slowly dying. confined within my brain. how poetic. escape? why bother trying. how can i escape
when i built my own prison?

» Posted By suzy On 10.25.2014 @ 3:11 pm

in my confines i hide
slowly dying trapped inside
i could escape, but where to go
this prison is all i know
alone i’m searching in the dark
trying to discover my own heart
wistfully i reminisce
about the days i sorely miss
from when i thought that this was light
but no, my prison holds me tight

» Posted By suzy On 10.25.2014 @ 3:09 pm

radius

The diameter of the circle we form is made by a single piece of white string. I hold one end and my love holds the other. Couples hold the strings between themselves, connecting and enduring.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.06.2014 @ 11:17 am

a piercing ray of light
through the half-closed blinds
caresses my face
traces a line down my skin
and hits the floor unceremoniously

» Posted By Suzy On 08.06.2014 @ 11:14 am

nobody

Nobody is as nobody does. Nobody can see. Nobody can hear. Nobody is watching. Nobody loves me. Nobody is caring. Nobody holds me.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.05.2014 @ 12:09 pm

Once upon a time, there was nobody. And nobody cared about me. I loved nobody. I hated nobody. Nobody held me. Nobody talked to me, confused in me. And one day, he told me what his name had been before he was nobody.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.05.2014 @ 12:01 pm

disco

Once upon a time a disco queen went to a bowling alley.

» Posted By Suzy On 01.22.2014 @ 10:52 am

hell

It was complete hell to see her like that, to see his beautiful girl in a pool of her own blood. He had insisted on being present at the crime scene but his heart was destroyed at the sight. His daughter, the little girl he brought into the world and raised, was dead and it was his fault. How was Greg supposed to get over this one? He’d just buried Mycroft, did they have to take his daughter too? Why was this happening?

» Posted By Suzy On 09.23.2013 @ 10:06 am

shown

You showed me what it felt like to feel beautiful, but you didn’t make me beautiful. You showed me what it feels like to be loved but you didn’t make me deserve love more or less than I ever have before. Now, I can show myself what I want from someone because you showed me that you weren’t willing to stay. Show yourself, or stay the fuck out of my life. Please.

» Posted By Suzy On 10.19.2012 @ 3:29 pm

half

Kevin says I’ll take half a slice of bread. And I say do you mean half of a half or just half of a whole. He says half of that and points to half of a slice. I’m not sure he’ll eat even that even thought it’s not much. His appetite isn’t good lately.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.22.2012 @ 8:14 am

comfort

When I am sad there are many things that comfort me. When I think about God and heaven and eternity than I am not as sad. When I think about the fact that God has everything in control, it brings me comfort. He loves me with a perfect love.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.21.2012 @ 7:04 am

texts

i wrote so many texts over and over, trying to get it right. if i could just click send, maybe it would end.

» Posted By suzy On 08.10.2012 @ 5:29 pm

camera

I took my camera and went down into the woods. I saw a deer standing there, motionless, looking at me. I held my camera up to my eyes. Click, click, click. I moved a little bit. A tree was blocking my view. The deer saw the movement and was gone. One minute she was there, the next she had disappeared.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.02.2012 @ 3:45 pm

primitive

No matter what she did, she couldn’t make out the words on the wall. They were so familiar to what she knew, what she had spent her life learning, but yet something completely different. The language she knew was refined, but this one was dangerous.

» Posted By Suzy On 05.10.2012 @ 9:42 pm

She didn’t really think about the words that much. They were just so… primitive, she thought. She hadn’t seen anything like them before, and they were rough, shaped by unsteady hands that were obviously unused to writing. But there was a simple beauty to the writing on the wall, one that she could appreciate.

» Posted By Suzy On 05.10.2012 @ 9:38 pm

suppose

suppose you knows but you don’t

» Posted By Suzy On 10.03.2011 @ 4:10 pm

elastic

Gym shorts use the cheapest materials: elastic included. So that’s why I never really cared if I lost mine or not. But when McCambell starts going all Psycho Gym Teacher on me for not dressing out so many times, I figure I’ll do the nice thing and warn her that I can’t find your gym shorts. Big mistake. Her solution: just go look around the locker room for a pair.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.10.2011 @ 9:55 pm

brick

Twenty-one sixteen Elizabeth Avenue: a corner house in the suburbs, near a busy street. A bush of poisonous angel’s trumpets growing in the side yard. Magnolia trees in the front and back. My name written in the sidewalk out front from the time we got new cement. It was a brick house, painted taupe and navy by my mom.

» Posted By Suzy On 08.08.2011 @ 9:22 pm

canvas

canvases are a good thing to bring to the beach to keep all of your stuff safe and protected from rain and nature. canvas can also be used on onnings to protect people from the elements. canvas can come in a lot of different pretty colors that you can sometimes customize at ll bean! everybody needs a canvas sometimes!!

» Posted By suzy On 08.07.2011 @ 3:14 pm

lightning

Te thing that scares me most about lightning is that you can feel it when you’re about to be struck. In the two seconds before electricity suges through your body and blows off the soles of your rubber-soled shoes, your hair will stand all over. You’ll get an immense tingling sensation. It’s almost comedic.

» Posted By Suzy On 07.25.2011 @ 4:26 pm

ticket

My grandma has only ever gotten one ticket. My grandpa is a policeman, so he disapproves greatly. I can’t wait til I start driving. I’ll have to be very concious of not getting tickets; my dad will kill me. I hope my dad gives me his yellow ’78 chevy pick-up. Or let’s me fix up an old car with him.

» Posted By Suzy On 07.22.2011 @ 4:23 pm

violet

My best friend grew up in Violet, Louisiana. Mom doesn’t like her. Says she’s a bad influence. Her dad used to deal drugs in Violet. Mom doesn’t know that much. All she knows is that my friend gives her “strange vibes”. And Mom dislikes that. So, without sound reason, Mom disapproves of my best friend.

» Posted By Suzy On 07.22.2011 @ 10:39 am

bandana

paisley print summer time love warm green grass sweet cool breeze in the shade long sloping hills

» Posted By suzy On 05.02.2011 @ 1:12 pm

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