May 2012
38 posts
PLAYED.
Thoughts, it was a Monday. 5/28
Oh, September.
September, September, September. It is going to be the month of action. It will mark the one year in my 3 years growing out my hair, it marks the official end of my break from men (Though, I may or may not extend that another 6 months, we shall see), it is the month of my seminar’s outreach with the Christian Peacemaker Teams, and it’s the month all that stuff is going...
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...”
– Azar Nafisi (via allthingssoulful)
I feel as though, this happens to me so often.
I am such a drama queen today. Ugh.
Maybe it’s because I’m stressed to be leaving and I’m nervous about seeing everyone. Maybe that’s why.
And I’m going to miss my mom. And maybe my friend’s didn’t miss me that much. Verbal vom vom vom vom vomiiiiiiiittttt
Drama queeeeeeeeeeeeeenn!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!
The destruction of Expectations, the place.
Another personal problem of mine. A character flaw perhaps.
High expectations. I have these. I need to not have these. Lots of reflective glass and matte silver surfaces. They are always beautiful, some are very linear and some are organic shapes. They are always one of a kind with the type of imagination I have. I build them up and stand among them and then reality hits and it’s like 9/11...
EVERYONE KNOWS YOU DON'T WEAR SOMEONE ELSE'S...
I think my problem is that I have no idea what anyone wants from me. Family, friends, men. No one. When I want someone to do something, if it’s not a totally obvious thing, I’ll tell them what I want. I inform people about my emotions…let them know where I stand. I guess because I do that, I expect other people to do it too. Be upfront and honest. You only live once, no need to...
It's more than that though. It's not all for you....
It's ALWAYS a mistake to post poetry.
B——n Baby
B——n Baby where’ve you been? Left L. A. Lady in rain tied back her hands with love and pain then kissed her upturned face after one last lovely night gone almost without a trace with only her own tongue to bite.
B——n Baby close your eyes, Think back on every time she cried. Each tear for every time you lied washed away the sin committed. You, so...
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Altso,
that last poem I posted… It’s not true. Damnit.
4/30/12- Goodnight April 2012. You will never ever...
This past month has been my attempt at being a real live person on my own.
It’s been lonely at times, like tonight. Other times, not lonely at all. I have actually been pleasantly surprised not only by how many people have made efforts to hang out (and an effort it is since I don’t have a car), but also the fact that some people I wasn’t notably close to before have been...
April 2012
33 posts
No More Waiting Up
I’m forgetting all of our secrets. In your silence, I have no reason to recall so they softly into misuse fall. Tucked into fleecy blankets made of dust in the dark void of any violence the imagined or put-on passion
between us may have had.
Subdued, they put their hands up in defeat.
Sad, they look up for you just one last time
before surrender so complete.
There is no prize to win...
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU, AND THAT'S ALL I...
Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy. Maybe I’m just crazy.
“I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life...”
– Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via serialstranger)
