This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn’t about sex. It’s about connection.
You were a summer gift, one I’ll always treasure. You were a dream I never wanted to wake up from. You opened my eyes to things I’ll never really see. You’re the best thing that will ever happen to me.
Happiness, you see, its just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly sleight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there’s no happily ever after. You’ll only find happy endings in books. Some books.
in a woman’s womb.another chance.to make the world better.
Can a dream be wrong? Aren’t dreams God’s way of telling you things?
God wasn’t love, couldn’t be love. Because for me, love was a corpse.
There’s a lesson here, and that is I have to find happiness inside myself before I try to partner again.
A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child’s kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. “Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us.” We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find…… a perfect paper airplane.
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you’ve fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.
A word to the unwise.Torch every book.Char every page.Burn every word to ash.Ideas are incombustible.And therein lies your real fear.
Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.
It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on…
Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. Real beauty is what you are inside.
What we strive for, ultimately, is love. You won’t find real love because you’re beautiful on the outside. It is drawn to inner beauty. Spend your energy crafting that, and you will know true love.
Yes, it takes two to dance. But somebody has to lead.
Tying the know means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.
The Screamingflashed me back to a timewhen mom and dad were still togetherif you could call miles apart together.
…Every word an author writes causes ripples, like tossing a stone into a pond. And you don’t know where they’ll go, or who they’ll touch, or when they might come back to you. I think everything you do is kind of like that, too.
Sometimes,you don’t wake up.But if you happento, you know thingswill never bethe same.
We used to do coke, till “Just Say No” put the stuff out of reach. Now it’s crank. Meth. The monster. It’s a bitch on the body, but damn do you fly.
Aloneeverything changes.Some might call it distorted realitybut it’s exactly the place I need to be.
When You Weren’t Looking…why….Can’t you…care…more…about…me.
Might as Well Laugh…remember…when…Life…made…sense
Possibilities…in the closet…itching…to break out…but afraid of…the fallout
Have to Find…life…is…a—…gamble…after …all.
Once…Why…lie?…when…truth is…the easier path
In a woman’s womb another chance to makethe world a better place.
Girls get Screwed. Not that kind of screwed, what I mean is, they’re always on the short end of things. The way things work, how guys feel great, but make girls feel cheap for doing exactly what they beg for
Back turned, you don’t have to look at what you’ve left behind. And the person who first turned their back on you can’t watch you break down and cry. Never allow an enemy to see weakness in you.
She’s no longer afraid to die. What she’s afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.
I had never kissed a boy, had never even considered that I might enjoy such an unclean thing, until literature opened my eyes.
Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.
So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
Forgiveness isn’t my best thing.Easier staying pissed. But I’mtired of being pissed all the time.Tired of feeling hurt by stuff thatcan never be fixed because it isan indelible part of the past.
Dream bigger before you can’t remember to dream at all.
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open
Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside that you didn’t dare let them escape, in case they blew you wide open?
Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that’s how you’ll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I don’t. I think hell is frozen.
Our past may shape us, but it doesn’t define who we become.
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I’m right as sin – it’s the rest of the world that’s wrong. I’m not even sure how I qualify for admission to Aspen Springs. Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?
…what good would it do toshutter your windows, neverdream of rainbows or find hopein promises? Why choose to walk awayrather than hold your groundand fight for love?
I nod, because I do understand. I’m just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I’ve already accepted.
In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.
Funny thing about the monster.The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.
I felt angry, frustrated.I felt I didn’t belong, not in my,church, not in my home, not in my skin.
Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they’re pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.
Honesty. Sobriety. My virginity. No way to regain the first two, I almost gave away the last.
Parenting should be a passion, not a part-time pursuit.
The problems with lies is they start to pile up, one on top of another, until it’s hard to find your way out from under the heap.
I blamed the Bible,when its words were not at fault,only the way they’re interpretedby those too willingto wield them like chain saws,cutting others off at the knees.
I keep hearing that love isn’t a logical emotion. Should I worry about that?
I felt so fine I didn’t once overanalyze the perfect emotion, budding inside. The one I’d always feared most.
Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?
We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.
Our kiss eclipses all others, real, imagine, dreamed of. It is the beginning of time, it is the end of the ages.
For a long while. Finally she says, I don’t believe in love. Not sure it really exists, but even if it does for some people, it won’t for me. She is serious. Then she lightens up. But, hey, if you think you love me, cool.
In control. Out of control. Sometimes they’re the same thing. The trick is knowing it’s okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you’re sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.
Some peopleAre worthy of a bullet straightto the heart because that is wherecruelty evolves into evil.Somehumans aren’t human at all,despite how they appear.Humanity is what lives insidepeople,harbored beneath skin, flesh,and bone.
I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever”. Maybe because forever is such a scary place.
But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I’m not liablefor my actions. So screw it, I’ll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions
I’ve been alone since my mom met Scott.He sucked the nectar from her heartlike a famished butterfly. No nurture,no nourishment left for Kristina.A vacation is a poor substitutefor love.
It’s not easy to get close to anyone…. Everyone’s afraid of everybody else…. maybe because we’re all afraid of ourselves.
But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like “forever.” Maybe because forever is such a scary place.
I think it’s easyto confuse love with other things.Lust, for one. Need, for another
I’m afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.
When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It’s the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
A chatWith the Grim Reapershould be enough to scareaway any thought of relapse.Wish it were that easy,but not even days conversingwith death can disintegratethe claws of addiction.
I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?
It’s probably weird to think about an addiction like it’s a sentient being, but that’s how it feels. Like it’s something living inside you. Something you can’t get rid of because killing it means killing you.
I thought he’d run if he knew. Instead, he offered help, not that I believed he could possibly help. I thought he’d turn his back, close his heart, slink away. Instead, he promised sanctuary.
And the scary thing is, I’m on a fast track to that same aviary. Unless I find my wings.
Funny thing about the monster. The worse he treats you, the more you love him.
Life is all about change. If it were static, think about how boring it would be. You can’t be afraid of it, and you can’t worry that you’ll mess things up.
What’s the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you’re a villain?
Innocence eroded into nightmare.All because of very bad touch.Love, corrupted.
…Things happenedwhen you were little. Things youdon’t remember now, and don’t wantto. But they need to escape,need to worm their way outof that dark place in your brainwhere you keep them stashed.
Librarians were like guardian angels, with graying hair and beady eyes, magnified through reading glasses, and always read to recommend new literary windows to gaze through.
Babies aren’t born cruel or filled with sick desire. Evil is not intrinsic. It’s fashioned.
Forever has no meaning when you’re living in the moment. I wasn’t ready for that moment to end.
…I know there’s no such thing as forever. So what can we be, in the now?
What I don’t like is what it sometimes takes to win. Backstabbing. Manipulation. Out-and-out bribery once in a while, and not always the monetary kind.
I don’t believe in God, don’t believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan’s sister, I suppose.
Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I’d only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn’t say.
Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who’s supposed to protect you
Christmas is far and away my favorite holiday. I love everything about it, from the event that inspired it, hoping for a white one, to wrapping presents. But mostly I love having family and friends gathered, and sharing traditions.
And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers’ poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.