slowly but surely my discontent with republicans grows. i used to be that liberal who said "i don't hate Bush, I just disagree with his policy choices." Ya know, I thought he was just.. self-righteous.. and didn't know how to separate his religion from his poltics (not that any of us are TRUELY capable of that. But overall, ya know, there are ( Read more... )

Misery walks through the halls ( Read more... )

can't say i really know you anymore
or myself at the moment, for that matter.

There's a feeling you get when the numbing starts again. The second some sort of sadness starts to grip you, you can feel chills radiating. Like they're seeping through your skin and away. Or maybe something's moving into supress them. I'm tired of this. Tired of lonely, tired of sad, tired of everything. I'm exhausted ( Read more... )

Sometimes days feel too much like memories. The light, the smell, the sound.It's all the same. Your skin feels dead. Itches to be scratched from your bones. Or maybe it's just because you can't hide from your senses any longer. Everything you ever wished to forget is there, but at a distance. Just far enough to realize how much it will hurt ( Read more... )

Did anyone catch president Bush's speech? Because I think he said the stupidest thing yet: "We have also witnessed the kind of desperation that no citizen off this great and generous nation should ever have to know -- fellow Americans calling out for food..." as though this is something new. As though people aren't without food and shelter ( Read more... )

My heart goes out to all those involved in the situation in the gulf coast... excluding the Federal Government. If only George W. Bush would redeem himself, and yet he can't even do this right. I can't even begin to understand the misery of losing everything and then being shat on. People dying of diabetic shock, addicts in the streets with guns ( Read more... )

Fall is creeping up.. summer is fallen... shocks of red and orange invade leafy greens... time passes without asking whether or not you need a few more days.. days become weeks and the things you wish you wouldn't forget fade into that fuzzy part of your memory... the part that stores pieces of people's faces and tiny fragments of conversations. ( Read more... )

Another day begins in the silent loneliness
and a sinking feeling
that only dreams seem to overcome.

Standing with feet on two sides of the line ( Read more... )