I begin to like the idea of broadening my entry types... sooo, tonight ( Read more... )

I already went to the Dominican Republic, and I saw poverty and I had my heart moved and I decided I really cared about that sort of stuff, and I know that I am going to focus a lot of my life on the greater good of others, and that specifically I want to help people who can't afford the psychological help they need, and that I want to be a part of ( Read more... )

You,
Lay down in my heart so quickly
You
Straight through the open door

I think of myself as gaurded
Slow to open
Hesitant
But you
Just walked on through
And lay down

(for the little girl in Costa Rica)

I could call you in hysterics
and in a moment
with a murmur of sympathy
or flare of wit
you would reduce me to a sigh
no one could simply imitate and succeed
it's you, all you
what my nerves need

I don’t connect with many ( Read more... )

and you know
you're only going home
so don't cherish this
it perishes
the second that you leave
the positivity
you dwelt in for a while
it fades, with the smile
that felt so natural
a few moments ago
before you left
for home

The reason you can't write
anything word reading
Is because you don't feel
anything worth feeling

What you need
are emotions
To feed
your devotion
To the pen

Without emotions
The writer's curse
All you'll write
Are words

On the ready to accept the flaw ( Read more... )

Liking you, building you up ( Read more... )

When I'm depressed, I often go to bed wearing all my clothes - jeans, belt, tank top, sweater, necklace, the works. Why is that? Somehow, I've been defeated by the day, I feel like getting in my pajamas, and going to bed is just admitting failure. If I lie down in my clothes I can pretend that I'm just napping before I wake and conquer? Or maybe it ( Read more... )