Here Comes The Sun |
It's been a long, cold, lonely winter.And it's over.
Posted by on Thu, 12 Mar 2009 21:05:00 GMT |
Twisting my stomach into knots |
I guess it's time to suck it up and move on 'cause you're never gonna be who I want you to be, are you?
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 23:48:00 GMT |
Allow myself no mock defense |
I'm tired of winter.I miss the sun. Nothing's the same without the sun. I feel better, brighter, happier.Whatever is wrong with me right now, I'm going to blame on winter and snow and cold. It doesn't...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Jan 2009 22:42:00 GMT |
Finer threads |
I am woven of much finer threads than those who see only my surface confidence will ever suspect. I am many things more than a fireball of impulse and enthusiasm...I am the ecstasy I felt when I burie...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Dec 2008 15:50:00 GMT |
Words that dont mean anything |
I'm full of them.
I feel like I'm waking up from a really, really good dream...
And then reality never measures up. I have to get out of my warm bed. Maybe if I stayed there for long enough, the dream...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 03:03:00 GMT |
Proscenium |
In terms of theatrical endeavors, an actor must carefully enunicate his words and project his voice. His makeup must be exaggerated. His movement, pronounced. The formality of a traditional prosc...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 13:26:00 GMT |
Im hoping we wont need shoes |
"This is a battle--a war--and the casualities could be your hearts and souls... No matter what anyone tells you words and ideas can change the world. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute....
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 19:45:00 GMT |
Our doubts are traitors... |
...and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing the attempt. -William Shakespeare "Measure for Measure;" Act I, Scene IV
The greatest thing you'll ever learn is to TRUST and to be TRUSTED in...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Sep 2008 00:26:00 GMT |
Take me, take me to the riot! |
Just got my Obama '08 sticker in the mail. My mother isn't allowing me to put in on the car (she's voting McCain). I'm doing it anyway. =]
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 09:23:00 GMT |
Waking up with my eyes closed |
I used to have dreams that all of my teeth were falling out. They would break into my hand, and I would carry them, fingers clutched tightly so I wouldn’t lose a single piece of enamel. Wanderi...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:18:00 GMT |
