There is only one real tragedy in one's life: The fact that their past is always their lover, and their future invariably their husband.

In a forest of Birch Trees

Miles long but a footstep’s span.

Innumerable golden, tear-drop leaves fall

And carpet the forest floor, soft.

I touch the crisp bark and feel the

Solemnity of the wise beings.

As I tread, softly on the golden-yellow

Blanket, the hail becomes thinner.

And the Earth is warm sand under my

Naked feet.

The sky is warm sun, ( Read more... )

Well, nevermind...

It was beautiful though.  One of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced in my life.

I think I have learnt a lot.

Thank you so much, Friends who have been there for me.

Ah, the cool, amber light shines through the beech-trees.

The wind tickles his golden hair and I

Tickle his tummy.

We sit on a branch and look beyond.

Everywhere we don't want to be looks so much

More beautiful from atop an Hill.

An Hill illuminated with amber light.

The whithering grass the side

Begins to look like golden hair.

I am so fucking tired of dealing with emotions.  I am so tired of having emotions, period.  Why do I get attached so easily? I get so notious when I don't hear from them every waking moment.  Yes, Thomas, they have a life of their own, it's just me who is a lonely wreck and has no life.  Stop expecting tragedy.  Life is a tragedy if one believes it ( Read more... )

Boys with girl-friends.

Merde.

I have a fatty crush.  Like an old-school fatty crush.  Like one of those crushes you get when you've never had a crush before.  And I just fall into those beautiful, deep, blue eyes and loose myself.  And it's awful because we're getting to be friends.  You know what that means.

And it's getting to be that time of year....When the ( Read more... )

JESUS:  Dudes.  Let's write some shit and tell everyone I heard it from God.

DISCIPLE:  Man, that would be fuckin' tight.  Let's do it.

Autumn  has come.  The sky is dry from the Summer and turned an Amber colour.

“Farewell, friends! It has been pleasant,” shout the crisp-brown Maple leaves as they leap from their branches and sail, elegantly down to the parched earth.

“How dramatic those Maples are, and they don’t even carry fruit!” snickered the Grey ( Read more... )

I still feel like I'm struggling through this feeling of loneliness.  I find that I feel so desperately lonely during the summer and almost too popular during the school year.  I have many aquaintances and a handful of close friends.  I have never had a friend who has been there my whole life.  Someone who's lived right down the street where I can ( Read more... )