Paint. |
I've gotten better.
See?
Aren't you proud?
Of course not, you're probably not even looking at this.
I know you by now.
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 04:54:00 GMT |
This pen is with me. |
This pen is with me.
We understand each other.
We share thoughts, and we put them down.
We make our own words and we make our own way.
No one else shares what we share, could fathom what we know.
Thes...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:57:00 GMT |
My headache, it maims me. |
I feel warmth.
It comes from a place inside you.
Buried. Deep inside. Way, way down.
You want to hide it, but I can feel it there.
The day is dark and grimy.
Such a wonderful way for this time to be ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:45:00 GMT |
My splash of color... |
I begin, wholly against the grain that rubs my skin raw.
Red on the inside.
Blue on the outside.
Black somewhere in the middle.
My heart explodes.
I am given the freedom of choice, I choose unwisely...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Nov 2008 02:27:00 GMT |
In case you were wondering. |
Yes, this song pertains to sex. Yes, it fits me very well. Yes, I feel a great connection to this song. Yes, I think it maybe the soundtrack to my life.
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 22:14:00 GMT |
From a cluttered head (this one not the wisest.) |
I feel like I've given you a fair chunk of my life and numerous opportunities to make good with things, and it's just been a waste. I miss you, you'll always be special to me, but if you really don't ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 06:14:00 GMT |
Lepidopteral Symbology |
Beauty of Nature
The butterfly is a multicultural symbol of the beauty of Nature, appearing in numerous examples of nature scenes of many artistic styles. Butterflies are included as elements of thes...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Nov 2007 14:57:00 GMT |
Christ All-Mighty! |
I really wanted to write. I felt it in me, and I wanted to get it out. I needed to release it, and now it won't come. It's still in there, stirring around, causing my brain to function less properly. ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 06:11:00 GMT |
Blogging is much like vomiting. |
I tend to leave things as they are.
The soft sheets are still turned down, crested like waves over untouched pillows.
Weary minds don't prosper from these visits, they just corrode, gather dust. Small...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:06:00 GMT |
Not Angry Blog. |
Blue is the color my mind screams everything should be.
Blue like crested waves.
Blue like imperial skies.
Blue like rain.
Sadness is Blue,
and that is the color my heart makes for you.
Blue li...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 06:41:00 GMT |
