Stumbling along the streets, we grabbed ( Read more... )

I think I finally figured out why people make such a big deal about love. I mean, I know why. I've known why. But there's something a little different to it still. You think you understand something. You think you've felt something. And then you meet someone or you do something or you have a new experience and you realize how wrong you were. It's ( Read more... )

I spent a lot of time last night reading through my old livejournal posts, as I am wont to do on occasion. But I found some pretty interesting stuff.

I'm not finding fault with anyone. - A want-ad for a friend who had to have certain qualities. What's funny is that most of those things are still things I want in friends now and also a lot of ( Read more... )

I kind of miss journaling, but I don't really have much to write lately it seems. Not even facebook statuses, so you know it's really bad ( Read more... )

So here I am, starting my third month of teaching already. Things have been better, but they've also been worse. I keep waiting for Campion to turn the corner and become the little loves that I know they are. I called them Sparklecats today. They thought I was insulting them. SIGHHHHHH. So difficult ( Read more... )

Seriously starting to wonder if this can possibly be real.

Love is an amazing thing. I guess it's just chemicals, but you can't deny the bliss of it, the realness. Clouds between my ears, snow flurries conveniently falling but never sticking outside, Christmas less than a week away; I know I should be worried about things, but I'm not ( Read more... )

I.

We woke in shades of grey, like twin flames,
legs wrapped in flannel sheets. The light
stole color from the air; the windows
hung blinding frames on the walls.

You held me to you and we breathed each other:
last night's cigarettes still shifting between
our mouths, full of embers. The red numbers
on your alarm clock burned constant,

square like the ( Read more... )

Reading Jerry's livejournal last week, I was reminded of something I wrote while waiting for my tire to be replaced. Truth is that I've been wanting for a few things lately, namely: a place of my own where I could have my cat come live with me, cook my own meals, have friends over, and most of all not feel like I'm just visiting; a full time job ( Read more... )

Not sure what happened, but it seems like most of the poetry's gone out of me lately.

Not necessarily a bad thing.

Things I need: a better job, a place of my own, but that is really it.

I've got everything else. :)