Monday, 09 November 2009

  • Fucking Eden. We ruined ourselves.

    Any slice of paradise (pie) that we find is always tainted (burned?) in some way,
    I rarely find a blessing without strings attached anymore. (okay, maybe not rarely, but still...) A challenge always seems to present itself.
    Anything I find enjoyable comes with a price. I must sacrifice something, even if it’s my sanity. Which I fear I might indeed lose soon whether from guilt or denial.

    Why must this be so difficult?
    Why can’t something simply be beautiful and wonderful?
    Why must it be tarnished with temptation?



    *disclaimer: pardon my language. all writers curse. it's pretty much a fact.

Sunday, 08 November 2009

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

  • Re-post from a friend

    because it's adorable. :)


    "i haven't been so nervous to touch fingers in a while
    when eye contact means more than eye contact
    our bare legs keep each other warm in this weather
    and you lean your head on my shoulder
    because your ears are cold, too
    and i just sit and smile while you look over at me
    because we both like each other,
    and we both know it :)"


    - Miss Becca S.


    I bolded that one part because I totally do that, and I've often wondered if others do too, haha. :)


Sunday, 18 October 2009

  • Currently
    Ocean Eyes
    By Owl City
    see related
    Some of you may or may not have noticed that it seems like a lot of my work has disappeared on here.

    That's because I realized that, oh yeah, my site is public. and I'd rather strangers not see the disgusting-ness of what I used to write.

    So with a few exceptions, all the new postings of what I consider my "old" work, has been put as "protected" not public, and I've actually made a short list of people on the protected list. Very short. Really, just Zach and Aaron. Zach, because he's been my poetry buddy since day 1, and has read all of my stuff more than once anyway. Aaron, because I'm sure he'd be upset for some odd reason if he couldn't access my writing. :P and I love him, and do not want him to be sad, even if the crappiness of my old writing is embarrassing, which it definitely is.

    Just thought I'd make a quick note about that. :)

  • Okay, I know it's been awhile since I've posted, and I am ever so sorry about that!
    I will let you know that I do have several ideas in the works, two in particular that I'm very excited about.
    and one of them is about lost socks.
    C'mon, you know that's EPIC, and you're totally looking forward to it. You can't wait. I know. :)

Saturday, 12 September 2009

  • I feel like something epic and profound is ready to burst from me.
    We'll see how THAT goes. :P
    I DO plan to have new writing up at some point in the next week.
    But don't get your hopes up, folks.

Thursday, 27 August 2009

  • Though I have many concerns in this life, I somehow find renewed hope.
    Most often in Christ, but also in His creation.
    Sometimes even in the same things that cause me to worry.
    It's a strange paradox.
    But I don't think about it too much.
    I just let it be.
    I just let the sun shine and fill me with warmth and happiness at the same time as I curse it for making me sweat. :P

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

  • I can't shake the feeling that I'm standing on the edge of a precipice.
    As a matter of fact, if it were possible to stand on more than one at the same time, that's more how I feel.

Tuesday, 18 August 2009

  • There's no time like the present, right?
    Wrong. Each second unwraps itself much like the previous.
    There's no time like before, and there's no time like after.
    There's always now. and it's always here. and it's hardly ever changing.

Wednesday, 12 August 2009


  • Is it more courageous to face the day or to be the day?

    Brave

    I believe it far more courageous to
    be the day than to face the day.
    To brave the day is not impressive when
    Night has you screaming in your sleep.

    Night slinks thru its own shadows.
    It sneaks down alleys and hallways,
    trilling its own creepy theme music.
    I yank the covers over my head
    as Night dances beside my bed.
    I wake with his laughter still in my ears.

    With nothing but the darkness,
    Night causes me to think of all
    the things I typically avoid
    dwelling on. I’m forced to ponder,
    to question the good, the bad, the
    profound and mundane, the what ifs,
    the whys, the why nots, and the whatevers.

    My gaze longingly lingers on the
    horizon, hoping for the appearance
    of the dawn. If I were the day,
    I’d come faster.

    Oh! to be the day!
    To shine brighter than a thousand
    far-away stars. To defeat the night
    for everyone, and light the world,
    to set it on fire.