Thursday, February 11, 2010

we are colours.
like silent veterans- no longer useful.
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Saturday, February 6, 2010

we arent family.
Come here, and try on these shoes.

Look- the lights are blending together. On the freeway, at night, they’ll look like fireworks. Put your glasses on.

Breathe- feel that constriction? Relax, you’re fine. You’re just tilting. Breathe. Breathe. You’ll be fine.

Close your eyes- see those images? No, No, you just don’t want to remember those, believe me. Don’t think- stop! Listen to me. I’ll talk you through it. Stop thinking, imagine pushing the images down. Push.

Listen- silence.

There are wrinkles on my hands, and only my left hand has its nails painted.

My name is Zakiyyah.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

-___________-

oh dear.
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Monday, January 25, 2010

dear nadia,
Sorry.
I know i've said it a hundred times, and I realize you've forgiven me all aover again each time, but I need to say it again.
I was cruel, and you stayed, and you cannot imagine how much that means to me.

I'm in english class and the assignment was to write an apology letter to someone you've wronged recently.
I thought, and briefly thought about writing it to Brittany, for calling her a whore, but I realized i wasn't sorry.

It was getting to the point where I was going to make up something I was sorry for, until I remembered that over a year ago, I wronged you to the point where I couldnt stand to think about it.

I'm so sorry. again and again, i'm sorry.
you're my best friend .
For that and everything else that's ever hurt you. A callous comment, an insensitive action, i'm so sorry.

I'm sorry I fell in love with you.
Not in the sense where i'm ashamed of it, or regret it, but because of the possibility that it hurts you.
I'm sorry I Get angry when you talk about Kate.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect friend for you.
I'm sorry I piss you off when i do stupid stuff.
I'm sorry I talk too much.
I'm sorry I can't read you, or always tell when you're upset.
I'm sorry I'm not always there.
I'm sorry I don't always understand.

I've never been more sorry, though, for two summers ago. I still can't believe you stayed my friend, even after I continuesly abused you.

I'm so sorry,
and thank you so much,
for forgiving me.

-Kiya.
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Friday, January 22, 2010

...
i watched the video again last night, and when the beat in the music hit my windows shook, it was so loud.

i miss you.

"theres nothing to say, benjamin, we fucked up." you crushed everything when you stepped on that cigarette. i stared at you.
"i'm sorry." i was quiet, i know, but you had to have heard me.

you walked away.
i picked up the cigarette butt.
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Tuesday, January 5, 2010

(benjamin)
on sunday, you can hear the church bells chime through the entire town. if you skip school, your neighbours will know before your parents do. it's impossible to get away with anything when everyone knows everything about you, and yet we kept it a secret for two years.

"if we don't tell, how can anyone find out?"
i believed him, because i wanted this.

and then we got caught.
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Mickie Acierno.


"it's never too late to paint outside the lines."

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Thursday, December 17, 2009

nadia.
remind me next rp to use the name BOSTON, kkay?
because i just remembered that i used that name before, and i love it ahaha
so dont let me forget~!

(i'm not saying this as a hint that i'm bored of the rp we're doing, i looove this rp. Alejandro & Cecilio are- OMG BENJAMIN ahahah i love that kid XD)


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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

late payments on rent
four to a bed
laughter that actually reaches your eyes
fire escapes
music
street lights
rich heritage
yawns
childhood friends
crying
fingertips
harmony
pride.

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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Inspiration.
(under construction)
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