Wait |
My favorite thing about transitioning into adulthood is how you have to become a shell of a person in order to somehow "find who you are." What a funny thing to search for the self, especially since I... Posted by Rachel Ann on Sat, 23 Jun 2007 12:46:00 PST |
Because complacency never killed anyone... |
So this seems to be the vicious cycle of my life: complacency, avoidance, happiness, intense sorrow and back to complacency.
i would have to say im somewhere between 3 and 4, but i feel it rushing bac... Posted by Rachel Ann on Sun, 03 Jun 2007 11:44:00 PST |
tick tock |
During the late hours of the night, we ponder the mysteries and tragedies of life. Then the morning comes, and we sleep through the first break of sunshine through our windows, only awaking once the s... Posted by Rachel Ann on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 11:08:00 PST |
Words, Words, Words |
Although it's not the most vernerable action to post one's thoughts on myspace, i must voice the inner workings of my mind in the vain satisfaction that my discontent may be reciprocated. (Becaus... Posted by Rachel Ann on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 09:48:00 PST |
Black and White: Progress |
Black and white the curtain fallsStart the show wihtout any colorThe rhyme, the rhythm -- all so dullEvery note droops off the treble clefIsn't it high time we found a songThat romanced our souls with... Posted by Rachel Ann on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 09:00:00 PST |
Because |
because it feels good to feel again
because the gush of emotions is like an april shower
because being surrounded by smiling faces feels like sunshine
because the sweet notes of sufjan are like a... Posted by Rachel Ann on Mon, 15 Jan 2007 11:35:00 PST |
Soundtrack for my life |
So, here's how it works:Open your music player (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, etc). Put it on shuffle.Press play.For every question type the song that's playing.When you go to a new question press the... Posted by Rachel Ann on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 09:06:00 PST |
The Pomegranate Tree |
From behind burning branches, I hide.
Peering through the drooping leaves, I find
The philosophy by which I abide is blistering
Along with the whistling trees inside my mind.
Fragments of secur... Posted by Rachel Ann on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 06:49:00 PST |
The Grey House |
Don't come around no more
No more no more.
Don't come around. I'll see you to the door.
This mansion of briar and roses
Tall, strong, and grey
Won't see the day when you cross the floor.
Inside the si... Posted by Rachel Ann on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 10:19:00 PST |
Je ponce que no. |
This judgmental silence does nothing to hush the throbbing of my tell-tale heart.
Oh forbidden fruit, how tantalizing and juicy you appear. Even such a small bite c... Posted by Rachel Ann on Mon, 18 Sep 2006 07:57:00 PST |