you make me worry
with your half words 
and silence

shadows cross my heart
while sunlight streams
in torrents

you push, and pull
i crack
and give

but there is nothing left
to offer you
nothing left to win

well, i have been thinking about this for a while and was finally inpired by my autunm queen to do it.

outer_sacntum!i've added all of this current friends list as friends of outer_sanctum and i do sincerely hope you will add me back ( Read more... )

"the poorest man is not the one without a ent, but the one without a dream ( Read more... )

pour poison in my wounds again
and let it flow through my veins
take hold of my trembling hands
fill me with delicous pain

kiss my cold, cold lips
and steel my breath away
my soul, away it slips
as next to me you lay

minutes slip through my fingers
numbered are my days
you turn to leave, but linger
but i must send you on your way

the glass separates me from the world
hold me inside the house
the house that should be a home
keeping me from the lush green world
the pure beautiful snow
the clensing refreshing rain
rollercoaster ride of emotions
as deep as skin
home, home, where is home
the window is shut
the door is locked
the glass is shatter proof
and i am still inside

sorry for the absence, computer troubles and then the inability to get to a wroking one, and even now the library is going to kick my off in ten minutes, ah well.

i miss the snow, it's december in wisconsin and there is no snow, i would cry if i could.

my heart is horce
from silent pleas,
and my tears fall dry
in the slaty breeze.

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i wish i felt creative. i feel like i've been sucked dry of my words, colors and movements. i wish it would end.

i feel that voting has very quickly become a popular teen trend. i dont' know if i like that fact. you have p-diddy and all them telling the young, mindless a&f toting kids to vote and like mindless a&f totling kids they will. it's just like telling them to buy nike shoes or j-lo perfume. one of the most important things a person can do has been ( Read more... )

what has happened to the poetry of our language? sometimes i want to start speaking as if shakespear were writting my words, as if i were a great bard myself. people today don't remember that words can be beautiful. all you hear is crude talk and jibberish. someone wants to pay you a compliment the'll use something base like, "hot" or "cute" ( Read more... )