How does the proverbial shit always find the fastest moving blades? |
..... ok, writing this for the second time seeing as I seem to have found a way to delete everything by doing nothing. :D Good news: I don't have Lupus... at this point. I'm almost done with my cosm...
Posted by on Mon, 04 May 2009 14:25:00 GMT |
The timing is off |
The timing is off. I know things now that I shouldn’t and should know things that I don’t. I’m searching for my hapiness and know I won’t find it until I stop looking, but I lo...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:19:00 GMT |
A Poem Inspired by Skye |
Arsenic and Tequila My heart beats faster when you look at me. It beats slower at your touch. Your absence makes me queasy, I will love you that much. I'm not interested in games. I'm ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
60. The most difficult thing to do is: |
60. The most difficult thing to do is:
Wait. Because there is nothing else you can do. Wait outside the hospital room while some stranger goes in to talk to her about why she did what she did. Wait an...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 07:41:00 GMT |
I’m going to EFFING KILL him!!!!!! |
So here's the deal. I now have two, count 'em, two collection agencies up my ass! One for my outstanding gas bill, which a certain ex was supposed to be taking responsibility for..... *take out knee c...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 08:18:00 GMT |
Crush |
Crush
Blue skies-
Butterflies-
A gentle kiss-
Hit and miss.
Soft caress-
Deny, then confess.
A truth turned to lie,
making me sob- making me cry.
I don't know what to do. For a while I w...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 20:43:00 GMT |
Trying to make myself feel better |
Morning Song
The rising sun-
a chirping bird-
at the break of dawn.
Stretch my arms-
get out of bed.
The bird's melody goes on.
Look around-
Rise and shine.
The morning in a song.
...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 22:03:00 GMT |
more poetry |
Pain to dull the pain
pain to dull the pain.
Tears to drown my fears.
Drugs to kill all feeling-
leaving emptyness that sears.
Can't feel the cold steel-
can't feel it slice my flesh.
A sense o...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 21:57:00 GMT |
Another poem |
Flower of a Child
In the darkness
of the wild,
grows the flower
of a child.
Fast asleep,
yet restless still.
I toss and turn
against my will.
Twisted, tangled,
in a mess.
All confused
I ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 21:51:00 GMT |
My first blog ever! |
So, here's my first ever blog. I'm 18, I live with my exboyfriend.... which is ackward at times, but we deal. Just for everyone's knowledge, I am looking for someone else who is at least 18, and not a...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 12:46:00 GMT |
