Category: freeform
it must be beautiful outside…
| December 27, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
…like a scratchy sort of cloth that once held sparkles and littered them on everything it brushed up against…now threadbare. the kind of cloth that would leave its mark on your face and blush on your cheekbones..now faded. if u were to come in contact with this cloth, everyone would know, and no one would…
my maryjane
| December 24, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
my baby’s skin was rippled when i first had her. blistered, red, scathed from being born in hot water..i was sure i could take her, and love her. i was young, and she was born old, withered and of ill-repute. i thought, i’ll show them all that this is not a mistake, and is instead…
underworld
| December 24, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
after years of wondering where you’d disappeared to, i found you on a side street. you were old, worn, and more embittered than ever. your eyes were as sunken as the dreams in which you once reveled. and i, i was wearing gold. the same gold you helped me dig from those graves of silent…
next come the vows..
| December 5, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, theories, Uncategorized |
i feel like success runs away quicker than the time it spends resting to catch its breath. in its purse, success carries confidence and security. for as long as success and achievement stand to take pictures, anything is possible, and nothing beats the heat of those flashing lights. but once it’s left, it’s so hard…
murder, i wrote
| November 23, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, personal, Uncategorized |
careful, catch the gasp..one look over the shoulder, it may be the last..lock all the doors, keep yourself out of view..each creak and groan, and my ears perk up..the house is settling in, and i’m up and about..running out of places to hide, so we ran back inside..suitcases filled with clothes unwashed, leaving with it…
around the bend
| November 17, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
i’m driving down the street, the music is blasting, and i hear my name in another song. still, i can only think of how badly i would hate to reach a red light at this point. my fingers are looped, hooped, and doing all sorts of uncomfortable things across the wheel. i hold steady as…
Freeform: ignatius
| October 22, 2007 | Posted by caroline under dreaming, freeform, Uncategorized |
so leave it to me to fall, and fall… feel, feel what i’ve wanted, look forward to fresh pastures, enjoy the wind at my back, pushing me forward.. gush about it, want it, love it and crave it. then, to go and disown it, to slap it in the face, to mock it and talk…
worn
| October 18, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, Uncategorized |
can’t seem to tell whether it’s the glare from the sun or having no one that makes me stare a little harder, try to read the fine print that freckles your wince, catch on to the subtext that sends me anew, press harder into your skin so i can leave my mark and come back…
Freeform: Migrant Workers
| October 16, 2007 | Posted by caroline under freeform, on identity, on indian roots, storytelling, travels, Uncategorized |
it’s been some time since i’ve felt the urge to rip out a pen and paper in public. —- I remember the streets Throngs of men Who hadn’t seen their wives in years I remember the wooden stairs Women with the same stained and crooked teeth Scraping away at my heels Roughened by poolside tiles…
language barriers
| October 2, 2007 | Posted by caroline under arts and literature, dreaming, freeform, on identity, travels, Uncategorized |
..Sunday evening, i went to a show where all the singing was in arabic. i didn’t understand one bit of the lyrics but sang along with some of the words, danced in my head to the traditional arabic dabke that would accompany parts of the show if space allowed..recalled my time spent attempting to kick…
