The gravestone carved in flowers ( Read more... )

I drew on a rose petal
The meaning of friendship
And the rose then closed up and was still
So I dressed up in red
Just to make like a flower
And the world was then all but one real

I'm a light world away
From the people who make me stay
Sitting on the bad side of the mood

Harvest Golden Ronson

Born August 23rd, 1993
Died August 14th, 2006

It's not so much seperate occasions as a constant presence. 
There will always be the missing sound of clicking nails on the hardwood floor echoing in my mind.


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Whether He exists or is but an idea,
It is better for the soul of this world
To believe and have hope,
Than to not and have none.

Just a little phrase I thought up upon finishing a book dealing with that very philosophy.
I agree very much with the statement.

Well it doesn't feel quite right ( Read more... )

When my world spins I spin ( Read more... )

I found this bitsy bit of poetry while cleaning off my desk today. It's gotta be at least a few months old. I remember thinking it was really crappy but I read it over and I like it now ( Read more... )

My love sits on the edge of his shadows
Cold in the dark, but so scared of the light
Let his heat burn up my soul
But light not blind my fading sight

A little, awkward stanza to express my feelings for my Alexander.
Let’s see you try and guess what it means.

Me and you making it last all night
My heart is beating faster all the time

This one doesn't have a name... maybe never will ( Read more... )

Normally my entries are a bit less frequent, but I had to post this pretty kewl poem I wrote Monday night. I'm proud of it. So read it. Now ( Read more... )

I've decided that Britney Spears and her minions frighten me ( Read more... )