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Gather yourself
and step lightly  ... Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 02:44:00 GMT |
Once Adored |
I was once adored. In what seemed like ages past, I stood alone but adored--- held slightly aloft by the promise of friendship eternal and the ever-escaping promise of teenage love. I walked a path ... Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 17:53:00 GMT |
In the Eyes of Someone |
Sometimes, the wind penetrates eardrums in such a way that a whisper is barely audible through fractures in long periods of contemplation. In an effort to capture one fleeting moment of relief, we dis... Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 20:50:00 GMT |
my testament |
...And I will put love aside this time, on the grounds that its formerly potent effects have gone from stimulating, to mild, to ineffective.
What is love? Has it signified any potential, po... Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 12:46:00 GMT |
ill regret this |
I'll regret this, but it must be noted at some point.I've been going about everything the wrong way.I love him, but does that mean I have to fall with him should he choose to put up his white flag? It... Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 10:31:00 GMT |
one last tribute |
In that moment, I saw death for the first time. I was certainly never born to the life of unrequited love- but like so much in my strange life, I was carried there by the current. I suppose it all beg... Posted by on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 11:58:00 GMT |
yet another "untitled" |
Your eyes sparkled with the innocence of childhood; it appeared that our happy ending had shattered like glass, and I had long since decided to savor what was left of us. Every second that passed was ... Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 10:28:00 GMT |
at a loss for words |
The only thing I can feel for miles is the slow and steady rush of our pulsating hearts. The distances seem long and impassable, but your heavy breathing is a constant reminder that we're going to mak... Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 08:00:00 GMT |
untitled |
What can I say? I didn't want to love him. I really didn't. It just seemed to coil itself around me, like a plague that threatened to taint the oak in my eyes. And I think it did. After all, what was ... Posted by on Wed, 23 May 2007 11:54:00 GMT |
we're going to fall in love |
"we're going to fall in love"----- I prayed a psalm, pearly beads in hand, letting desperate words escape my lips. Fragments of your voice lingered, somewhere in my cheap sterio, where dissonance pier... Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 17:54:00 GMT |