I find myself bringing up my negative experiences growing up and my negative experiences with my mother a lot laitly. I can't tell if it is because I am just now feeling the effects or if it is because I am just now beginning to mature and get past what happened. I read a really great quote somewhere, it said: To stop thinking your childhood coud ( Read more... )

 I have these dreams where I am confronted with fear laitly ( Read more... )

 I feel ( Read more... )

 
Their is this one night that rings clearer than any bell ever heard in my head. He's been good to me all weekend, he's buying me dinner, he's not smoking, he's watching a movie I pick, he's holding me close but It's 12am and I start crying anyway. Annoyed, or not caring, or confused, or tired, or not sure what to say... so he ignores me. I get up ( Read more... )

I touched your face
But you were busy lost in a fever of dreams
Swinging from lust soaked propaganda
I reached for you
But you were busy smiling 
Collecting subtleties with closed eyes
I kissed your shoulder
But you were busy caught in a campaign of distraction
Filling your lungs with candy
I asked you about tomorrow
But you were busy pouring yourself into ( Read more... )

I tell him it doesn't have to mean love as he pulls me into his arms underneath my big fluffy comforter in a bed so comfortable it begs to be shared. I tell him it doesn't have to be love the way we swim in eachother's gaze after a long point we just agreed on about life that began with a theory and ended with a joke.  It isn't love I promise him ( Read more... )

He wraps me up in a hungry gaze ( Read more... )

 What is more important? Reading for my music and sound class, Reading for my Western Civ class, Studying for my Chem exam on wednesday, or writing this while listening to music? I think the answer is obvious. I have been afraid to write and create to think and discover. I've been hiding inside this comfortable world iv created. I got really good ( Read more... )

 I want to crawl into your mouth and collect words from your throat, i want to reach through your ears into the ticking that makes you tock, I want to untuck the brilliant blue that hides behind those grey cloud eyes, I want to lay down with your hands, I want to feel you all over and I want to write it all down, and mail every bit of me thats ( Read more... )

 What is it that attracts me to Louis as a person? It might be his lonleyness. The first day I met him I was put off by his confidence and his outgoing gestures because his eyes were so tellingly sad I thought. Now I know that its not sadness at all, just lonleyness. He doesn't have a home and his mom moved away to Tennesse. He just stays with an ( Read more... )