May 19, 2010
So much is forged on the exterior,
I become something I’m not.
The fragile interior shatters,
My precious work is lost.
May 15, 2010
I wanna write about this, but I’m stumped and can’t figure it out. Ugh
May 14, 2010
May 12, 2010
Your idle chatter only touches the surface
Of a tension strung between us.
My repose aura begs to crack
The formal filter you tend to display.
My lack of facade reveals my insight
Of a great being captured in an endless cycle.
Our previously exchanged words
Rest on the surface of my thoughts.
You bury these words beneath you
Unwilling to resurrect them.
You elude my outspoken gaze
Until I turn and finally catch your eye.
For a moment to long you sit
The surface broken by the mutual awareness.
May 11, 2010
I look back at what I’ve written and think
“Damn! That couldn’t have been my words.”
I need some inspiration, my brain’s ability to compose words is dying.
May 10, 2010
“Doctor Jekyll is wrestling Hide for my pride.”
May 9, 2010
“Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery
This man was a French writer and aviator. He has some of the most incredible quotes:
May 2, 2010
I hate Sundays. They are detrimental to my mental health. I sit in my room thinking for hours. This eventually leads to my feeling depressed and crying. What a great way to start off every week.