In the Mist

I think sometimes
That this is how Jane felt.
Isolated and alone,
Crouched in the bushes
Observing, never interacting,
Watching others communicate
But lacking something in herself
To do the same.

Cheer Up, Emo Kid

Wow. Wandered right off the face of the earth, didn't I? Summer Break (And crippling depression) got ahold of me. My B, yo.

Cue poem.

My head is cramped.
Like my mother's purse,
It strains to hold its contents
And everytime I reach in
I prick my fingers.

Like Poles Repel

Blue is not good enough.
The accent wall is cornflower blue, blankly gleaming.
The painting is of a woman, in blue and black and purple.
It is a modern artist's rendition of a bruise.
The rug on the floor is Oriental, maroon and three different blues
Navy/Robin/Periwinkle, intricate and expensively hideous.
The countertop is fake marble, blue and black and tan,
Attractive but mismatched.

Just because there is something in common,

Do not assume they match.

Super

I have not overcome any
Great obstacles.
I have not leaped great
Bounds over skyscrapers
Or outrun a bullet.
But just because I am normal
Just normal
Does not mean that I am


invisible.

Ragdoll

We have wandered
The air-conditioned Mecca
That is the mall
Until we have seen
Every store at least twice
And still bought nothing.
You tell me to find
Your perfume
Because you are bored
And when I
Lean in
To smell
Your
Neck
You push me away
And say to loudly
"Stop fooling around!"

Red Light

"When we broke up--"
Pause.
Silence.
The first
Admission
That we
Were
And
Aren't
Anymore.

But you carry on
And finish the story
As if our eyes had not

met

Across the car

Remembering.

I. Am. Out. Of. COFFEE!

Oh, coffee, oh coffee,
Why hast thou forsaken me?
How gloomily I look upon
My empty mug.