Tuesday, December 27, 2016. There is agony in the crawlspace of my God construct. The fractured ribs of this tiny house are splintering. And all my rooms are punctured lungs. Break all my bones and teeth. Holy one, shake me awake. Force your life into these lungs. To this still cellar with cellophane wrapped mouths. I writhe to recoil my childlike faith.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010. And you fall away from your past. Today is June 1st, perhaps it would have been more appropriate to close my blog on the last day of May. I was up late enough last night.

Saturday, February 27, 2010. Taking the Long Way Around. Friday, February 26, 2010. I wish I knew what happens,. And how it gets this way. That most things start out being a mistake from the beginning,. Because our heads get in the way. We make these assumptions of what a person is;. Or what we feel they should be. We sit down at dinner with them,. We want to hear,. We choose the best of the traits of a person-. We, the play-makers,.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010. It keeps us running,. Falling faster than the rain;. It was like the back of my hand,. And you knocked all my faith. As fast as you can. To pick up the pieces. To heal and to mend-. To put it back together again. Posted by Autumn Jade Monroe. Tuesday, October 19, 2010. And shattering on the floor-.

Monday, February 25, 2013. Bongo Java or a Composition along a 21. Wood cracks and rifts;. My tongue explores the splintering. Under the weight of my. I take the other end,. That my tongue has yet. I watch the excess trickle. Down the curves of my. I lift my knuckles to my mouth,.

Saturday, July 20, 2013. Saturday, July 6, 2013. This was me three years ago. I feel as though I have aged so much! I kind of hate it. That picture was back before everything happened. That was before the love came, and the hate, and the storm, and the sadness, and that was before my family deteriorated into nothingness. Maybe happiness is a choice, and maybe embarking on it, in itself is an adventure.