Weatherman

A second hand jumped

And ticked to tock

And the sun just got

A little lower here

A single heart thumped

And your heart stopped

And the sky just got

A little colder here

Mirror Image

The glass
The pane
Reflects my face
A silver lining
Reflects a world
Filled with
Liars and beggars
Thieves
Sinners
Blasphemers
Hypocrites
Crooks
But it is okay
We are okay

I am me... and that is just fine. I must remain true to myself

i've got to get okay with this.... and fast

for her

First I want to take this entry back a bit. Back before the fight with Evelyn, back before my first stressing research paper, back before summer vacation, back before graduation, back before both proms, back before Ericka. Back then I was stuck at the rocky end of an obsessive relationship that made me regret ever meeting Katie Meisch (or as I like ( Read more... )

So right now I guess I am feeling a little bit funny. I have been looking back on what has been going on in my life in the past month and I cannot help but ask myself what I really have going for me. I am still at Pathmark working the best I know how to without making any gain, college is going well but I don't see anything coming of it yet except ( Read more... )

I now live in Totowa.

I am being blamed for all of this

More to come

She hit me. I can't beleive she hit me ( Read more... )

"You can take the kid from the fight
Can’t take the fight from the kid"

I am not ready to give up. I still have the fight in me.

"Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again"

I want my dad back. Right now I am looking at a picture taken ages ago. It was before my siblings, before this hellish house, before Evelyn. It was when it was only my dad and me. We are both smiling in the picture, with me dressed in a blantantly 1990's sweater and my dad in a suit with a wannabe mullet. My hair was blondish and straight back then ( Read more... )

right now I am sitting in the middle of CCM's library listening to a band that makes me think of better times. times when I laughed freely. when time and money were an abstract thought. a childhood that has taken it's own advice and ran away into the woods of imagination. it is part of my imagination. was i ever really a child? when did i have a ( Read more... )