October 15th, 2009

What I count on
is a white birch
that stands
where no human language
is ever heard.

*pretty*

September 8th, 2009

You once made such pretty things

Why did you stop?

I think they are screaming to be let out

Please do not stop pushing

August 12th, 2009

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to sleepy little baby.
When you wake, you shall have,
All the pretty little horses.

July 16th, 2009

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men.
Young men sharp as mustard.
See them. Men are always
Going somewhere.
They knew I was there. Fifteen
Years old and starving for them.
Under my window, they would pause,
Their shoulders high like the
Breasts of a young girl,
Jacket tails slapping over
Those behinds,
Men.

*Maya Angelou*

beyond pretty

July 15th, 2009

I am holding the key

but finding that unlocking the door

is pretty hard at the moment

June 19th, 2009

Careful where you step

You might crush something meaningful

Look down today

Who knows what pretty things you might find

June 3rd, 2009

 

I am pretty sure I live in a bubble

From what I hear its not too bad

May 28th, 2009

Pretty is as pretty does

and this

Does something for you

May 21st, 2009

 

Pretty before

and pretty after

It would be nice to know 

that the pretty would never change

Assault the beauty

May 14th, 2009

 

Going up and down can be scary

I wonder if it would be that bad to get stuck here

I am pretty sure it would turn out ok

You would still have some light