I drank my sorrows away before I even knew what they were ( Read more... )

I thought perhaps by breathing in fire I could become a dragon and swallow all the damsels in distress, but instead I just coughed like the amateurs in movies and went to sleep on a giggling, shaking boy ( Read more... )

There are lots of things I'd like to say, but I'll limit it to one thought: everyone tells me not to lament change, but if I was happier in the past, how could I do anything but yearn for it? There's a lot of ambiguity; there's an absence of passion.

You're right.

The days are passing too quickly, the green has faded to orange, tips dipped in red, the blood of a thousand missed sunsets ( Read more... )

I am so sick of my peers, everytime the subject of politics is breached, whining about how terrible both candidates are, how they don't want either to win, how it's a choice of the lesser of two evils. That's nothing more than a cop-out for people too lazy to even bother to learn anything about the issues and the stances each candidate has on them ( Read more... )

I fall apart and am rebuilt each night, while the dying grass gasps its finals breaths and drowns in a blanket of dew. I mean to say, I'm happy, in this dance of in and out of love, in this dance of perfect love.

Growth was made for flowers, and sometimes happiness seems intangible as the stars that we so lovingly caressed with eyes innocent. I need something more substantial than our lips pressed together too tightly too often; I need to believe that when I catch snowflakes on my tongue, there might be at least a shadow of a someone pressed against my ( Read more... )

I feel grand.

When did I become so disdainful? When did I begin to collapse upon myself, like some dying star, observed by none and therefore mourned by none? I bury my nose and my impatience in cheap novels to avoid the effort of embracing humanity, whose vices, of late, far outweigh her virtues. I'm sure I'm suffering from only the mildest of melodramatic ( Read more... )