...the little mouse closed its little eyes in its little eye-sockets. It curled up on its little bed with a little blanket in a little room all by its little self. Dancing in its little dreams were little flowers with little petals made of little grains of sugar. Little peacocks licked their little lips and danced in wee little circles around ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, I heard your call. Sweet sounds of playful laughter and blossoming wildflowers. I kissed your lips with unhindered love and sucked petals of you into my soul. Inside you grew. Inside I watered you. I thought it was forever. Now I know that forever has its limits too...

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Smile. Frown. Smile. Frown.

I have covered myself in tons of metaphorical parchment. Surrounded myself in mountains of papers and textbooks. I try to keep up. I have been doing nothing but studying and trying to maintain all my fucking grades. I have been trying so mother fucking hard. And yet...all my efforts seem to be in vain. Don't ( Read more... )

Pine needles. Splinters. Pointer fingers against my temples. Maniacal laughter from the inside. Dancing. Spinning. Throwing myself against the cavern walls as I scream for something better. MAKE IT BETTER. Razorblades. Ragdolls. Annoyances 'a plenty. I am striving for some form of control and balance. Teeter-Tottering. I can almost ( Read more... )

I scream. Stop it. You know you are doing something wrong. I place my fingers against the glass. Prick. I have no nails to pluck away the frozen snow. Pound. My fists are too cold to punch too hard...to make it break...to shatter and fall away. STOP IT. YOU ARE IN THE WRONG...

I am fucking retarded. God fucking dammit.

You should ( Read more... )

I have lost myself. I hear myself screaming from inside. Or, I thought that I heard the once precious coo. Now I am not so sure whether that coo is true...or another falsity within my imagination. There are so many falsities. I watch so many games. I play with the assortment of cubes. I am just too tired. I don't know who I am anymore. ( Read more... )

There we were. I stitched you back together after your queen left you. I put the plastic pieces together with the silken cloth and kissed away your fears and tended to your wounds. I cradled you. I washed away your tears with happy laughter. I believed in you then...I thought that I should beleive in you today. I have learned my lesson. ( Read more... )

All I can do is sit here...and watch as the tears fall. I can't help her anymore. At least they are starting to subside. I wish that I wasn't numb so I can help her...Comfort her...actually care that a part of myself (the her) is dying slowly. Is she really dying. I just need to shut my eyes and listen to her heart break. Crack. Fizzle. ( Read more... )

Lick the windows. Cold. Like ice. I miss the ice. Droplets of snow. I crave it. I miss the winter...

Tomorrow is my judgment day. Jon comes home. I will be able to find out everything when I look into his eyes. I hope that this paranoia is just that...paranoia. He ended up calling me last night, making my last post here seem asinine and ( Read more... )

I fear her tonight...emotions are swirling within the glass as waves move the waters of the sea. Turbulent. Ferocious. Chaotic. I can't stop them. Tuck myself away in a ball and sing a song to myself as she rants and screams away. Don't tear apart the abode this time...please...

I am having issues of delusion and paranoia. Or, at least I ( Read more... )