as i begin to wonder the meaning and purpose of my life, i spot my camera bag in the corner of my bedroom ( Read more... )

once more the words are going to escape without my consent but is there anything i can really do if they urge out of the dam of my heart and soul? not really. anyway, they go as they please and all i can do is soak in the sound of the keyboard keys flying to and fro, getting something find something inside but in the end isn't it all the same? * ( Read more... )

its bad enough that those close to me hate me for what i am ( Read more... )

ooooh, let these words wrap around my cold fingers, let the voices tingle my nose and loose my heart of its icy prison ( Read more... )

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i'm going to miss walking down the maple leaf road, where my boots would kick up a bushel of red, yellow and orange before my eyes, my fingertips tickled with droplets of flying water from their stems. i'm going to miss the biting air that surrounds my breath as the days turn into nights in a matter of hours. and i'm going to miss you, you who ( Read more... )

and it's biting me from the inside out, the no-nonsense lyrical sense of loneliness settling on my doorstep. and i pick up that fallen maple leaf from my patio step only to watch it crumble with a puckering of my lips and an escaping life-giving breath. swallow quick and silently, these wandering thoughts from my heart wanting yours. swallow ( Read more... )

it's cool and crisp outside my window, away from the comforts of my home and bed. i sit here and wonder if i'll live to see tomorrow. i sit and wonder what will become of me. but now really shouldn't be the time to contemplate. now shouldn't be the time to wonder. for the moment has come, the moment is gone and there's nothing we can pay to have it ( Read more... )

sweetness lingers on my lips as i pull away, your eyes closed in a moment that expanded towards eternity's bliss. and when you finally opened them, they shined brightly. and your hands clasped mine, chipped nail enamel and all. yet i still bowed my head in private shame and undeniable joy. how i wish you would make a carbon copy of myself in your ( Read more... )

warm fluffy laundry upon my fingertips, freshness engulfing my senses. as if a new day could be placed in my position before the old worn one could be completed, i have a new chance to make my world beautiful in this moment.