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Piano in an empty roomMoving out.
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In the living-room, only the grand piano remains,
black and shiny, like an insect
trapped on the ground, one wing extended
as if trying to fly right before death caught up with it.
The sound would be different now
with no furniture around,
no books to soften the notes,
no rug to dampen the low vibrations.
I never learned to play
and now the piano seems to epitomize
the black bulk of my regrets...
On a whim I sit in front of it.
I let my fingers flow as they will,
my mind wonders
and I drift away for a while.
After I don't know how long, I stop.
The sound is different in an empty room...
and with a trace of excitement I realize I had something there.
Later that day, when workers came to pick up the piano, I just sent them away.
"I'm gonna keep it" and didn't back down before their protests.
I will place it in my next apartment,
in an empty room,
so that it sounds different
The WerebooEntry 32
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Dear Diary, today, at school, I was attacked by the anime club.
It was terrifying.
My stupid friend Mary made me wear cat-ears to go with her witch hat(we had a Halloween party, even though Halloween's not til Sunday), and before I could get to my first period class I was surrounded by a series of morbidly obese wannabe-Asians wearing slutty outfits and badly made wigs.
I don't even know what they said. It was a mixture of broken Japanese, English with fake Japanese accents and for some fucking reason a Seig Hail or two.
And of course, for some reason, they decided it would be fun to scratch/bite/cut me with various objects. How the hell do they even get away with bringing knives that big to school without someone noticing!?
Fuck my life.
Today, Mom and I went shopping. Halloween was yesterday; I had a lot of fun. Mary dressed up as a vampire instead of a witch, so I escaped the cat ears. I'm paranoid of wearing anything even remote