I can't decide if it hurts more or less each time this happens. A few tears fall wiht out any sound. I'm sad and wishing things were different. Wishing she was still here.

So far I've been right about this current presidents politics. I had told my friend Chris when the U.S. went to war with Iraq that Syria or Iran would be next. Just last week, Bush adressed Iran and told them to disembark on their nuclear arms research program then told Syria to withdraw from Lebenon. Which Syria has now said they will do. Although ( Read more... )

Hunter Stockton Thompson killed himself yesterday. He's the man who wrote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Pay your respects.

I'm an introvert. Anyone that doesn't understand that, when I have a negative feeling I don't show it and rarely express it. Someone will say something or do something and if it pushes me past my limits they'll never know they said or did anything wrong until I'm attempting to force their teeth out their ass. If you didn't know, introverts are the ( Read more... )

Last night I found out that Chuck isn't actually my Brother's real Father. My Mom got pregnant when she was 19 by a Married man named Jerry Peterson. Made me think of a time I made my Dad so angry he said I wasn't really his son. He took it back, but still... it made me think.

Thoughts like waterfalls. A cliche comparison, born of early mornings and late afternoons. So reclusive, these emotional tidal waves, kept hidden from plain sight beneath floor boards, they’re banging on the ceiling with a broomstick, trying to break free ( Read more... )

Stepping over cracks, trying not to break the back of the hand that feeds me... This city, a saint, extending her arms to calm me down... See the faces in the windows of the buildings I’ll never belong to... Girls whose eyes will never burn into mine... But a second that passes, possessing my speech patterns, fumble-tongued and grasping at the ( Read more... )

Back of a classroom... My head was down... Two weeks from banishment and ever-ready and waiting and drowning and... I was climbing over teenage bodies to the window by the door ( Read more... )

people say you can't die in your dreams. Well I did. I don't suggest it. lastnight I was having this dream where I was fixing a car for somereason and the engine blew up in my face and my head was cut off. I woke up shortly after this cause it felt like I was having a seizure. That was an hour ago. I can't go back to sleep and I have this massively ( Read more... )

So, basically, I've spent the last three hours writing. My hands are cramped and so far I've only written 10 pages and 18 poems. Zela has this little book of love poems sitting next to her bed that she likes to read so i thought I'd make her a special version of ones I am writing for her. So far, so good.