23 Jun, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
This time around I had nothing to guide me with. You annoy the shit out of me, and I would slam the phone down with so much hatred and love. I miss you when my head is pounding with fury. You’re ridiculously embarassing, but you’re mine all mine.
I look at other lovers and wonder [...]
21 Jun, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I have something to write about, but then again who would want to listen, and plus, I like the satisfaction of knowing the rest of you suck and fail in this world and I do not. Right.
Here’s what I do want to say. Be your own person. Can you tell who you are without [...]
I need a calve massage;
to drain my lactic acid the fuck out;
you taste like brown sugar – and for a moment;
while your breath is hot on my neck, warm on my toes;
I forgot all about her;
when I’m running today.
15 Jun, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I missed the bus for the second time in my life, and this time around it wasn’t so bad. The guy I was with commented on how calm and positive I was and in the midst of dialing soma numbers on my cellphone my mind registered on the comment and I went, “Wow, so this [...]
Everyday from Monday to Friday, I spend about 1 hour and a half each trip commuting back and forth from work. 45-55 minutes of it would be spent in the train, and the rest of the minutes would be me driving my car to the apartment’s car park, where I would walk for about 5-7 [...]
05 Jun, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
this is my favorite post in the world.
my favorite post doesn’t have capital letters at the beginning of the sentences. It has a brief, vague, one sentence opening line which kind of puts you in the mood to read the rest. my favorite post explains in detail, but not clearly, definitely not in the [...]
04 Jun, 2010
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I’m going through what i would say the most vibrating phase of heartache ever. it’s not even painful pain, it’s the kind that echoes and resonates and pounds relentlessly and continuously that you only notice it when it stops. In fact, I don’t even know that I have it until I stop for [...]