2-4-11Wings spread out to reach the sun,
slender stem to guide the seed,
a place to grant it every need,
but look around; there is no one.
Look around; there is no one.
Sustained yourself, you're on your way,
to life's whims, you obey,
and yet it seems to come undone.
Sustained yourself, you're on your way,
you take a leap, a leap of faith,
as your form of life takes shape,
the world around, no longer gray.
The world around, no longer gray,
the troubles start to disappear,
and clouds above you start to clear;
it is a brand new day.
Oh by the wayI use your shampoo when you make me mad. I guess it doesn't accomplish anything, but the more I use, the less of that stupid girl scent you have. Your little theory about attracting girls that way is stupid too. Has it ever worked for you?
Your idea of a girlfriend is stealing those of your friend. How does that feel? Is it truly satisfying? It seems to be the only way you can get anything, because you sure as hell can't get anything on your own.
You are so fake! You smile just long enough until your prey is within your grasp and then you squeeze down on them like they're nothing. They are nothing more than your little puppets you hope will get you by. You push out every last breath until they no longer have the willpower to go against you. Most of them are stupid to fall for it too, but not me. I won't be doing anything for you again.
1-28-11Anger consume my being.
Hot like oil sizzling in a pan
cooking bacon to burnt bits, it's
lipid edges curl up in defense.
Full like a reservoir about to break,
releasing it's destruction on a land
awaiting in ignorance.
Sudden like a wild cat taking down
her prey, draining the life
of another in her clutches.
1-14-11Little brother of mine,
you will remember
for we in our youth
did these things.
Yes many and beautiful things,
blades of grass,
rays of light.
On a winter's dayDreadful, she said,
crocodile tears fell down her face.
Awful, she said,
as she hid her smirk behind her tone.
Tragic, she said,
but murder's what she wrote.
The blood still stains her hands.
Two worlds fuse into one in a
blink of an eye.
Thrown into the cold.
Icy hot complexion.
Snow collects in piles as a secret is hidden.
A passionate crime sizzling with hate;
the flakes whisper softly among themselves,
a convinced jury of her guilt.
1-21-11As I peer through curled branches,
through remnants of a past life,
the buildings they frame
are formed brick-by-brick.
Rusty red hues capture the light
as shadows are cast upon rough surfaces,
gleaming metal, the sun shines
all over campus and it's people.
Flustered students hurry to classes,
catching themselves on a snow-covered ground,
while instructors roll their eyes
in impatient annoyance.
A new year has begun.
Yes, it's a new yearI want to write out new years resolutions I want to have happen, but for some reason, I know I'll never get it done. There's something that will always hold me back. I want to be a better person because it'd make things easier for the ones I love. I would work harder to be easier to get along with, which also means I'd have to work harder at having a higher self esteem. Another big area I'd have to improve is letting life get the best of me. It gets hard, especially now that I'm more on my own, but I need to tell myself that it will all work out for the best. It has to work out.
I want to be able to figure out what I want to do in life. For the last year, I thought I wanted to be a geneticist. While it is a great interest of mine, I just don't know how much this will pay off in the long run. There are so many other factors I'm already taking into account for my future. I know that if I could make a decent living, without a doubt I would be a writer. There is nothing I'd love to
9 things about meI.
I let people think I have control of my life when in all actuality, it's a mess.
When I can't fall asleep, I write stories in my head. While they seem to be the only way I get ideas, more than half of the time I forget them.
I want help, I just don't know how to get it.
I'm not one of those people who has the drive to save the world, cure cancer, or run for president, I just want to be a hero to my kids some day.
I adore my cat Velo to death. He is the best cat ever.
I named a Black Moor fish (the black ones with the bug eyes) after Toothless from How To Train Your Dragon.
I have an obsession with ties. I suppose it could be worse though.
I don't read books as often as I'd like.
I've found my soul mate.