Everything I'm meant to do
feels it's meant to be a poem.

And every self destructive act:
suffering from being alone.

(Why did I not learn to acknowledge my own
presence?)

Caught in between the sun rays,
how did I not learn to see the light?

AMOEBA ME by Gwen K. Lopez

"We are lucky we are not amoebas, we unto ourselves..." Nikki Giovanni

But oh! If I was!-
A single silly cilia cell
Climbing the walls of more complex organs & creatures,
so simple and carefree I'd be.
No matching soulmate to find...
(I'd be my own soulmate:
I'd do long division & send off my offspring!)
I'd sing a song & divide ( Read more... )

For this reason I have the ability to help a lot of people, or at least encourage them... hopefully I'll do less judging and be more compassionate. Even if someone's an asshole, they still have a heart, right? Somewhere in there ( Read more... )

If I wasn't so susceptible to the cold, I'd stay outside all night tonight. The moon is full and at the top of the Earth's spindle, making the snow radiate pure white light in the middle of this night. It is so calm and still and beautiful. It is a moment in time where things seems to make sense for once. And not because I'm being held by someone ( Read more... )

This is the story about a girl who couldn't help herself from choosing men who couldn't give her what she needed. And what's worse, she kept choosing men she merely saw "potential" in, men who sufficiently lacked the heart and strength she desired, men who continually hurt her by providing no loyalty. No one would lay their heart down before her ( Read more... )

"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell."

-"Absence," Edna St. Vincent Millay

The sun is at a spectacular angle. All glass is filled with light, and everything is promised to be golden soon.

Wow. I've been on Myspace so much that I've hardly been on here. I mean, let's face it. Getting messages and comments on myspace is easy and consistent... but in the end, I kinda like my meandering rants/confessions/speeches to no one on here. Like speaking into a forest with no one to hear but myself, but also the possibility that someone ( Read more... )

This isn't merely shooting oneself in the foot. This is tightening the noose. This is stepping closer to the edge of the cliff. You know what you shouldn't do. You know that if you follow your misguided appetite that you will die slowly from the poison. But you do anyway. You do what you know you shouldn't. And afterwards, it doesn't matter ( Read more... )

"The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights ( Read more... )