It started out the same as any other day; she awoke weary, despite the twelve hours of sleep she just had. Shuffling to the bathroom, her eyes half closed, she cast herself a sideways glance in the mirror, there will be time later for her inspection. Passing the scale, she goes directly to the toilet. [...]
Archive for March, 2008
…because I know you like rabbits, and I know you like cheese….
Posted in books, everyday life..., humour, la vida loca, tagged books, humor, humour, life, therapy on March 10, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I need to get out more…
You’re Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you’re
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people [...]
…i know i miss more than hit…
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged Poetry, Writing on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My thoughts weigh heavy on my chest
pulsing my blood thru my body
with such force that I feel the very movement of it
and it tightens around my heart
trying to snuff the life out of me
reminding me with each gasp of air
the errors of my ways. . .
…river of ignorance…
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged Poetry, Writing on March 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Perhaps I respond to quickly
My answers are not thought out
research need be done
I will stay inside and not speak
If knowledge is the key
then I am forever locked inside
I am floating
on a River of Ignorance
Waiting. . .
for a message in a bottle
…I won’t go home without you…
Posted in Writing, everyday life..., tagged books, life, Writing on March 9, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I am forever in the bookstore… opening a book… flipping thru the pages and breathing in the very aroma. Each book possessing a different scent. There are too many… my arms are weighed down and heavy…it is then that I realise some must be left behind. But which ones…they are all like lovers to me…they [...]
…Little Girl Blue…
Posted in Love, Poetry, Writing, tagged Love, Poetry, Writing on March 5, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It hurts to fall. . .
Yet I can’t stop this bliss.
It hurts to fall. . .
And long for that kiss.
It hurts to fall. . .
And I can’t stop this feeling.
It hurts to fall. . .
And my head is reeling.
It hurts to fall. . .
And I am powerless to stop it.
It hurts to fall. . .
And [...]
…death becomes her…
Posted in Love, Poetry, Writing, tagged Love, Poetry, Writing on March 3, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I bared my soul
(well, maybe just a peek)
It was more than I should have
I feel exposed
naked
I thought it would be easy. . .
I let someone into my life
behind the walls
I trusted them
told them my dreams
my secrets
I thought it would be easy. . .
I got the razor
out of the drawer
I saw what I had become
reflected in [...]
…the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I ever had….
Posted in Poetry, Writing, tagged Poetry, Writing on March 1, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
FLIRTING with SUICIDE
driving thru the night, she flirts with suicide
as she takes the turn a small degree wider than what was safe
she feels the tires leave the road
putting the blade to her wrist, she flirts with suicide
pressing the knife against her skin
she feels the edges of the world close in on her
putting the noose around [...]
