My lungs are on fire they are disintegrating this very second ( Read more... )

When did being a teenager get o be such a pain in the ass. We go from not caring what anyone thinks, hardly noticing what people are saying about us to feeling the burn of others remarks on are cheeks and caring how we look and act. When did this happen i look back and i can't feel when or how the change happened, i just know it did. We, as the ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here in the library, like I have been for the last month and half, waiting. Whenever I have spare time homework to do, I walk on down to my favorite place and read. Read and Wait. You may ask what am I waiting for well let me tell you, I'm waiting for prince charming, I'm waiting for someone to walk in and sweep me off my feet. All ( Read more... )

The clown is a tiny man in a whiteface who sits on the boardwalk painting people. He asks me, "What do you dream about?" and I tell him about the parrots and the poison flowers and the gold. So he paints delicately while I speak, tracing the brush like a tounge over my forhead and cheeks and eyelids. He paints me my dreams but I cant see them. I ( Read more... )

A Beautiful Mind ( Read more... )