Oh, but have I loved |
The next blog below this is about the bauty of chaos. It unfortunately true and I haven't seen Vincent since I graduated that class. I have seen Ken, though. I don't really know what brought on this n...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:39:00 PST |
"Dont run from yourself, DAISY!" |
"You can't run away like that, Dacey!"
I remember looking in his eyes and wondering why I had let it get this far. He seemed to really care, to really be conderned and I couldn't decide if he was angr...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:06:00 PST |
Give Me A Window...Tribute to 9/11 |
You are better off than me, even grieving
You eat in the daylight and sleep on high&
Pour water, dissolve these silken threads
With which you sewed my eyes.
I want to see you. Pour water&
I wept for ...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Fri, 14 Sep 2007 07:11:00 PST |
Crumble |
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Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 11:01:00 PST |
My Name Is Strange |
The wind is my child
And the Sun my sister
I walk among them in silence
While they murmur strange truths
They will continue long after I rest in the earth
Who is my brother
I have forgiven them
As th...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 05:28:00 PST |
Slow Down Ghandi |
"Whoa there, girl! You're working out tonight?"
"Yep."
"But it's Saturday! You should be out partying or kickin it wit yo man or hangin at the mall or somethin! What you doin sweatin alone??"
Okay, bu...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Wed, 12 Sep 2007 05:11:00 PST |
Broken Wings |
A few weeks ago a teacher asked me what I planned to do with my life, what my goals were and how I intended to achieve them. As a twelve year old, telling people that you just want to be happy is an a...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 12:43:00 PST |
Inherited Scars |
What is Perfection? Is it a quality any of us posess? Does it even exist? Well people say No-one is perfect. Then who or what is perfect?
Perfection as we idealise it does not actually exist in ...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Thu, 25 May 2006 06:59:00 PST |
The Buzz Kill |
I miss having friends. Just friends who you can hang out with and set aside all of the politics and psychological dispositions or the gender roles or the cultural oppositions and just...be.
Just talk ...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 04:43:00 PST |
Baby On Board |
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I keep pulling out one of my five journals that I have been filling up slowly with chicken scratch slam poetry since I was like twelve, with the sole intention of putting a poem up in myspace ...
Posted by Writing with an Eraser on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 05:12:00 PST |
