There is something so powerful about walking in the rain--feeling the moisture creep into my shoes and chill me to the bone-- allowing the ashen sky to release its burden ( Read more... )

emotion in motion, I reach for stoicism as my only solution. But woe is the salary of the passionate, for she attepmps to supress that over which she lacks controll. Perhaps her passion is nothing more than weakness of the soul. But no matter-- weak though she may be, she must triumph over emoition this time--for the sake of another if not for ( Read more... )

as this wolrd gently weeps, I walk alone, the moon in my eyes as I drown my feet in puddles of bereavement, the pit-pat another requiem for dreams that have been submerged in the moisture. My feet sink into the mud as my tears blend and conform with the rain on my face. I long to love but live to hate, my solitude is now my fortitude. The moon is ( Read more... )

the river of my life flows and flows, and I am a mere passenger. As my search for destiny unfolds, so does my adventure in which I am the star and the monster ( Read more... )

family: the love that makes you appricate friends-- mirrors of both my weaknesses, yet menifestations of my strength. Everything in moderation, but moderation, in excess, is a terrible thing. balance me out untill your scales break from the attempt to measure what can never be contained. for *what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties, ( Read more... )

if I asked you who I was, what would you say ( Read more... )

valentine's day is nearing... a day that would have been 3 years to the day had collin and I stayed together ( Read more... )

her tender womb carressed so smooth hope for the future of this unborn glory ( Read more... )

Hello world ( Read more... )

I really hate writing in this thing. NOTHING EVER FUCKING COMES OUT LIKE I WANT IT TO. But I suppose it's that way in the rest of my life as well. I write as a rebellion against the numbness I so often find stealthily commandeering my soul, my mind, my very existance. I wish in vain that mabyee, jsut mabyee, if I force my self to pin down the ( Read more... )