why cant anything just be given. I love her, she loves me. Not this " i really like her but i dont know weither or not she likes me too, so i dont know what to do becasue i dont want to hurt more"... i just said that ten mins ago, and i wish i didnt have to, becasue im scared now. On the plus side... i read some of my poems at an open mic tonight. ( Read more... )

Life.... well what can i say about life. Things have been going so much better than ever. Ive rid myself from that awful job. I finally got myself to start something with someone ive been meaing to talk to for way too long. I dont know what i did... but im finally happy. Its so odd to say that but i am... and it feels just so good. Im happy, and ( Read more... )

I write here tonight, because noone is on that i can bear my soul to and i need to get this off or ill expode. Tonight... was intresting. It all started off with my mom being a bitch about the car, an argument which i promptly lost. I then went to house band where i ate dinner and got to lament how i dropped band. The football game did kinda suck ( Read more... )

for fleeting hearts are to drown forever
in pools of liquid sorrow, in attempts thought clever

Today was lazy. I didnt do much of anything i suppose. I dreamt of better days, and then i woke up. I belived in something hopeful and tried to make it happen. I thought of camp, and started to dab at my eyes. I realized that i have friends in places far away and that is enough to keep me goin, for today. I missed my shrink appointmet that i never ( Read more... )

I think i finally cracked my insides up. I cant feel anything anymore.

Father O'Mally sits on the corner, a cup of lemonade that left him a quarter poorer grasped in hand. As many people come through the busy intersection, all fail to notice the portly old Father staring at something in the distance while they wait for the blinking red hand to stop. as people pass, father feels empter with each pair of shoes that ( Read more... )

how can someone to whom i poured every ounce of my soul, be so far away now... was it something i did?

here we come to pour soul on sheets of white canvas and sort our problems till were blue in the face. we know the day is done when blue eyes hit black keys. When snoring is heard over the music that was playing to keep haze in our minds, sleep is finally here. The insonminac waits for these moment to come, for something to lay his poor soul to rest ( Read more... )

Her smile, devestating and beautiful, cuts all darkness in half to reveal that nothing is how it seems. Friendships, no matter how much you want may never become anything more that haphazard lies and fish hooks for hearts. Dreams only come to those who sleep and insomnia comes to those who's dreams were real and hurt too much to see again. ( Read more... )