Anyways, this entry turned out much longer than i expect it to be.


ceilingsCeilings, ceilings, ceilings. I don't know how many hours, days of my life and childhood I've wasted looking up at bedroom ceilings. Some were jagged, some smooth, some in crude patterns. Funny I spent all that time and I can't remember any one ( anyone?) by detail.ceilings
Imagining myself, 10 or 11, falling backwards on my bed looking up on a mild summer day. Trees swaying softly, tall enough to reach the fourth floor, thin and stalk like.. The sunlight that made through slowing heating skin and sheets.
The buzz of crickets I thought was caused by electrical wire


chick flickeryi've worked long to give up on the childish, girlish ideas of love and romance and falling grace saved by handsome hero. to realize their ineffectiveness; they're being concoctions of the human imagination. this mysterious tie of two lovers in comedies and tragedies as the hypothetical consequence of human nature in dire situations.chick flickery
oh as poetic as the thought may be, i found it more meaningful to form my relationships on actions and genuine affection (the latter being something i've found hard to determine but still kept as criterion). and yet i find myself last night moved in only the way i could imagine my childhood heroines t


switching currentsnever realized how impossible it must have been, setting myself on unacceptable axioms.switching currents
~ was it too much to expect you to see me as how i wanted you to see me. beautiful, frail, prevailing, lost. floating on a surface of contradictions.
but maybe it should be enough for me to try to be the things i dream myself to be for me alone.
you'll love me as i want you to love me or you don't. ~
this is the shedding of facade. the abandonment of awkwardness. _______________________________________________________
My switch
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You can't say civilization don't advance -- for in every war, they kill you in a new way.
Might controls everything.Without might you cant protect anyone let alone yourself.
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Come check out my poetry.
Jerry Husk died on Aug. 1st, 2008. I wish I'd known him better.. If someone that you love is in a hospital, don't be afraid to visit them. If you don't, the next time you see them they may be laying in a casket..
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im just a scared *little girl* whishing for someone to hold me tight and tell me **it will be alright**
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Go to my photogallery at [link]
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Sometimes life's too short to think twice...
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