cold bedsheets |
you sleeping next to me doesn't make a difference.. i'm still sleeping alone, just colder now that you've taken all to comfort me at night each day feels crushing.. if i remembered the tears name's t...
Posted by Miss Amy on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 01:10:00 PST |
to feed.. |
in love there are wandering feet, in lust we put our loyal acts, through hate we find our nourishment. deviation is no crime and Trust is the palpatation of it's greatest strength. 'can we start agai...
Posted by Miss Amy on Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:29:00 PST |
endless possibilities |
when a molecule of dog shit is stuck between other molecules of dog shit.. it can't imagine what it would be like to be a molecule of a flower. it just looks around and say's 'i'm okay, i'm like ever...
Posted by Miss Amy on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 03:59:00 PST |
mint chocolate |
i feel like my heart is breaking.. i just want to stay there forever, even when i'm told i have to leave. i'm just not ready to go yet. with the tears in my eyes and the adoration in your smile. the ...
Posted by Miss Amy on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 01:39:00 PST |
crucify the ones you cherish |
if you can walk through walls.. does that make you invisible or delusional?i could take hours of your time siding either way.. but right now i'm diluting insanity.. and the bitter thirst in my mouth i...
Posted by Miss Amy on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 03:44:00 PST |
thank you.. |
charissa, alisha, brooke, nathan, adam, chuck, matt , jason, julie, jessica, jon, melissa g. and melissa p. for the birthday wishes.. and then kim for the lovely screaming voicemail and amanda and dyl...
Posted by Miss Amy on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 08:15:00 PST |
i remember street-lights |
why not relish in the moonlight if you know it will lead you? i remember sitting on those fickle tree limbs and looking down upon wooded paths, wondering which i may wander upon next. i ne...
Posted by Miss Amy on Tue, 16 Jan 2007 11:18:00 PST |
dreaming |
i dream of being 5 years old.. of going outside our back yard and building forts with my brother. i play with my toys and have not a worry in the world. i dream of someday leaving this pla...
Posted by Miss Amy on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 02:44:00 PST |
this is not for you |
my favorite scene is something i cannot share. the words make no sense in this empty realm. written and stolen into worlds before your coming, and before this.. before tomorrow they shall too be...
Posted by Miss Amy on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 10:16:00 PST |
it's funny.. |
.. how so few people care about you until there's no more of you to care about. how easily people let go and forget what they had expressed was once important to them. it's not til death t...
Posted by Miss Amy on Sun, 19 Nov 2006 01:57:00 PST |
