I hate this.

What's wrong with me?

I don't want to be this self-absorbed. I don't want to be this jealous. I want to be happy. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to be here anymore.

Sometimes I feel like a painting. Paintings can be viewed in different ways by different people. My painting is that of a Bohemian vagrant that looks as though ( Read more... )

Today, when I went to the art gallery, I wondered what Aphrodite might feel as she gazed from Mt. Olympus and saw artists paying homage to her. What if she was really lonely? What if being a goddess isn't all it's cracked up to be?

Painter, Painter ( Read more... )

Bleh ( Read more... )

Promise me you'll pick me up and carry me over the threshold of our first apartment

Promise me we'll never need a queen sized mattress. We can have one, but I never want to need one.

Promise me you'll never stop giving me midnight kisses.

Promise me you'll never get mad at me for waking you up too early on Christmases.

Promise me that no matter ( Read more... )

Sitting on her window pane ( Read more... )

Ode to the poet, who speaks not with eyes ( Read more... )

Its very unnerving to think of one's fears. True fears, within one's self are the hardest to deal with. If you fear snakes for example, it's ok. It has little to do with you yourself except for the fact that it is your fear ( Read more... )

Broken glass ( Read more... )

-Dustin Hoffman ( Read more... )

Angel in red with long golden hair

White knight in black satin

Golden Prince with saphire eyes

Gentle King with perfect teeth and an amazing smile

Platinum God with the perfect body and gentle hands that can sooth

If I could make my own poster, it would be my Apollo, shirtless on a fainting couch with black angel wings on his back, and I'd ( Read more... )