Saturday, February 5, 2011


Through walls, voices of either love or conflict
She knew that’d be the last time seeing him
The snow globe collection is quickly losing water
That tea’s become tepid – better drink it soon

These voices murmur love, either that or conflict
Those 12 letters have gone unanswered
That tea’s getting tepid – better drink it
Cluster of leaves low to the ground, like colliding birds

Those 12 letters going unanswered, babe
Sometimes constellations get confused for jellyfish
Leaves swirl in the wind, feathered birds colliding
They argue for hours, garage door wearing thin

Sometimes, those night waves glow with jellyfish
A true understanding of why he was fed up
They argue for hours, garage doors wearing thin
My lover taught me how to separate the egg yolk

Understand, finally, that he was fed up
Snow globe collection evaporating, fast
My lover showed me how to separate the yolk
Through walls, voices of either love or of conflict.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Dirty Anger Bubble

I recently said this sentence to some friends: I sometimes get so angry for no reason - it's like I'm soaking in a bathtub of anger.

For the first twenty years or so of my life I coped with 98% of my emotions with tears.
The teacher tells me to stop talking during class? Go home and cry.
I get first chair in orchestra? Go home and cry.
Acceptance into the college I wanted? Cry.
Favorite necklace can't be fixed for 3 whole days? Cry in public.

However, somewhere in the past 4 years my brain changed. The knob that once was pointing at: sob uncontrollably is now pointing to: get engulfed with fury - then maybe cry for 30seconds. (This one goes to 11)

I used to pride myself in being able to identify A) what is bothering me in life and B) how I want to fix it and/or understand it better. Now I seem to get swallowed by a wave of furious emotions that come out of nowhere and threaten to drown me.

I've been going back and reading old journals, trying to tap into the old me. I'll even sit down sometimes and try to instigate a "good cry" like I used to indulge in. The best I get is deeper wrinkles around my eyes and mouth from sitting there with a scrunched up face.

Maybe I'll figure it out someday soon. Until then I'll sit in this bath until the water gets tepid - that'll for sure piss me off.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The word "lover" bums us both out

Reasons I'm like Liz Lemon:

1)She is brunette
2) Wears dark-rimmed glasses
3) Is a writer
4) Makes Star Wars allusions in day-to-day conversation
5) Dream man is an astronaut
6) Sits under a blanket at night eating cheese
7) Meat cat = Scout
8) Loves to dance, but does it awkwardly
9) Clueless about men
10) Junk closes up like Fort Knox
11) Talks about being on the toilet
12) Had bad mushroom haircut as a child
13) Hates feet
14) Subscribes to O Magazine
15) Wears a retainer to bed

(to be continued)