Oh, how the wine is sweet again ( Read more... )

I look to the mirror, hoping to glimpse the pieces I lost so long ago ( Read more... )

"Someone thinks you're cute and sends out an unmistakable signal. What do you do? Well, if you're interested, you send something right back -- then sit and wait. A little mystery can only add fuel to the fire ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I'm so afraid to close my eyes
For the things I see, They're worse than death

I can sit here and rearrange my belongings in my bedroom ( Read more... )

Is it any wonder that I feel this way? Can it be helped? Is it strange that I suddenly see my ambitions and goals, without ever seeing them at all? Is it frightening to think that I've developed ways of leaving myself and becoming other people? They call it "method acting". Is it eerie to wonder what it would be like? I bet you have, and I imagine ( Read more... )

The guidelines for all of these essays I'm having to write
are completely egocentric
and I thought I'd enjoy writing about myself so much
However, I am not, not at all
In fact, It's begun to make me question whether or not I made it all up.

I'd rather angry poetry towards mankind.
Atleast that can rhyme and offend certain secular groups

I can feel my pulse in my thumb, even through the cigarette resting upon it.
Is that not Astounding??!!

I have become what some would refer to as ~ A job lover ( Read more... )

I was sitting here thinking about a way to begin a relevant ode ( Read more... )