I started this space in late 2003. I was 22, feisty, and touring with several bands. This livejournal served many purposes, most of them reflective of the writing practices I had actively employed my whole life.

Writing, for me, has always been about finding myself. I began journaling when I was seven, second grade to be exact. I had a Hello Kitty ( Read more... )

So many years have gone by. I haven't even looked at this thing in so long that I've become a different person since then. My first impression was simple abhorration for the stuff I wrote--the boys I was obsessed with. Yet, I read about 30 or so, and I'm going to keep them there. It is amazing how much love, loss, and the literalization of those ( Read more... )

 What to say but nothing has changed. He won't call me. I'm pretty sure he had his surgery. I wish him well.

I'd hate you if I didn't love you so much
"Your eyes are just as beautiful as mine." He said holding her face.

"I know."  she answered. They looked into each other, fighting for power. What started as a longing look of love turned into a battle of wills. Equal in everything but where they could only embrace opposition, they wondered what was wrong ( Read more... )

 I'm here, I'm alone. Everyday off from work is living my other life. I'm a mom, then I'm a clerk. There isn't this cohesiveness that binds me together. I even have a third life, the one spent with that p.o.s. that i just so happen to love. Its good to be on here again. A place I can write where no one knows how I feel but my best friend. I love it ( Read more... )

Helpless to my thoughts, I rest a moment on a memory. For that once, I held happiness in my grasp long enough to know it was true. Your eyes gllimmered with longing, mine with desire. I knew it wouldn't last, but it was more beautiful than a breath. Under the sky where the moon fought the clouds, we kissed like it was a dying wish. The sweet taste ( Read more... )

 I've been so lucky as to find someone to spend time with. Someone who no one can use against me...someone who saves me from all those childish shit-talkers who love to see me fall. My privledge brings me happiness and security. I love how good of friends we are. I cherish every sweet thing he says. I appreciate his overwhelming desire to be with ( Read more... )

How the hell could this be? What the fuck happened to me? Where did you go? Can I follow? Your heart beat to make mine alive...you and I are the same on the inside. No matter what comes in the next few days, I am forever a replica of your face. I'll try to be strong in every way. Mom, I need you to stay.

So the shit hit the fan when only days ago I ( Read more... )

 
So lately I've been lagging on sleeping and its becoming a habit. My vices are in full swing (and you can bet I mean all of them). I hear this really annoying noise that's tied in with my work all the time and it drives me mad, but then it also keeps me on my toes at work, hmm. Odd twist of fate I guess. I have  a lot of poetry to contribute, but ( Read more... )

 My world is a funny place. These last few night shifts I've seen some crazy shitake. I can't describe, but you would shit  your pants. My son has become this kid that has his own world (i'm so glad to be the most important part). My work has recently screwed me a new one, but I'll manage. But, I'm getting a doggie. Evelyn's brother can't have his ( Read more... )