| Rain To Bring A shy Summer |
[16 Jun 2005|09:27pm] |
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Tumble.
A kiss of consumption.
My inhibitions lost too soon.
As for my Paradox.
I'm responsible for the type of sight that wrecks her mood.
A hard Mexican boy.
Is he aware I'm insensitively kissing due to listing lust I have recentley realized I brew.
But still
In comparison
I no longer base my safety on Orion's Belt for you.
"But now everything has turned to hatred and where love was once deepest a cancer spreads."
~From the book- MEDEA
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| Almost Summer |
[10 Jun 2005|08:33pm] |
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The sound of my mother's soft whisper snores.
The absence of a needy voice. An anticipating one.
Frustrations over computer programs.
The loneliness of his needy absence.
The distress of her satisfied absence.
My addiction to touch, presence, and impaired laughter.
And the Insomnia of overanalyzation.
Oh, how the responsibilities of Spring are drawing Nigh.
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| Blue Bubble Gum |
[07 Jun 2005|04:10pm] |
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So I was sitting on the stairs by the main office of my apartment complex. Feelin' a little low, but just then I turned to my right and saw a Slug sucking on Blue Bubble Gum. The sound of my laughter filled the empty complex. I danced a little... may have shaked my booty a little here and there.... So just soemthing I needed to share. The goodness of dancing around through apartment buildings thinking that no ones watching you and then later realizing there's no way no one could have seen that crazy ass chick flailing her arms, and jumping around in ducky pants. But it made me laugh. So the next time your feelin low kick the legs and wail those arms around and fall to the ground and laugh hysterically until tears form in your eyes at the though of a fat Slug sucking on Blue Bubble Gum. Smile.
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[15 May 2005|08:34pm] |
Despite my destitutions of yesterday, the rain has washed the uncertainties of reality away. Today will take flight with wings of adulthood in preparation of mistakes and crossroads to come.
An epiphany is not what has taken shape. It is me who has wound such misleading arguments into detailed, valid stabilities.
My three bright stars will be leaving the night sky. I will not have my constelation to tell me everything is okay. It will be the reassurance of myself that I can only depend on.
Personal disregard will not lead to the sacrifices of my loved ones. I commend myself for the ground I walk upon will be solid. For the petals on my back deck will be cleared away to furnish my empty house of new enlightenment. I'll take it in as prosperity. Nothing more. Nothing less.
For you and for me.
Take it in.
Breath Reality.
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| Time Is Mine! |
[15 May 2005|02:16pm] |
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Long time no typie type, huh? What's to say? Let's see... this will be read by others and possibly interpeted as a cry for attention depending on the reader, but that's what this is for right? Hence the name LIVE journal.
I completely forgot about livejournal until Whitney, my poodle, reintroduced me. SO now I'm back on the same old account with the same picture (which i still love FYI), same poeple, and all the old entries of self sympathy and sex refusal. Something that I doubt I would refuse right now. How many boys did I try to get to come home with me last week? Coodies.
Cigarettes, Coffee. I'm a fiend, A FEIND. It's not the worst thing in the world to have my body chemically dependant on Caffeine and nicotine at the moment. That's just me. Blossoming through my dependencies. Listen to me. I sound like a crack-addict. Let's clarify, shall we? I'm thankful for all of my restraints. If it weren't for them I would be gone. Gone as in not alive. Or gone as in somewhere where existence has no shape or name. Gone within myslef. I love my mother.
As for you, my Whitney. Remember what I say: If you cannot find your ANSWER, Be with your QUESTION. I love you.
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