Wishing in my bed,
dream of what you said,
thinking how you've never spoke
of anything I wish you wrote
because you haven't found in me
the love I need to feel to be.

Everytime you ask me, it just disgusts me more ( Read more... )

I don't know if you've noticed, but since then, things haven't been the same. Nothing has changed much, except in the sense that I still feel the way I did then ( Read more... )

February 15th, 1999 ( Read more... )

I'm surprised I hadn't posted these before.

Well, these are 7 short poems that combine as the mini-series called "The Chronicles".. they were written about one particular scum of the earth. I wrote these at least... four years ago? A long while back ( Read more... )

All previous entries are going to be backdated.

She twisted the pen around in her teeth, her favorite way to focus, oral fixation. Hair loosely tossed up into a messy bun, she rolled over on her bed to look at the stars. She gazed right through the sky light and into the galaxies. It was 1:27 AM ( Read more... )

Her eyes had been closed for so long, her concept of time had shattered. One hand grasped his muscular shoulder - she could feel every change and movement; the other hand was wrapped around his neck, massaging his head beneath the softness of his hair ( Read more... )

She caught his eye on the way to class. She walked straight forward, not bothering to give a glance anywhere but right in front of her. Of course her eyes shifted from time to time, saying "Hi" to people she knew and liked, but they would always adjust back to her immediate line of sight, the stairs. She quickly made her way to the stairs daily, ( Read more... )

There are a lot of things that can be said without words. The eyes, the touch, the low-throated hum that resonates, all clues to enjoyment of one's company ( Read more... )