Can't Sleep = Can't WriteBut I can't sleep at all.
I'm on winter break from school so I don't really have anything to do.
I'm thinking I've just stayed up too long too often.
Ugh.
This is killing my creativeness.
Bah.
12-10-09The House, The Porch, & The Table12-10-09
The House was full of color from the paint on the walls as well as the family that resided within it. The King, a humble boy of humble origins that had grown into a well respected and much loved man. In his youth he married The Queen. The Queen, much like The King grew up humble as well and had grown out of her rebelliousness as her time in the world passed. They married in their youth and soon found themselves with a child, The Princess. In fear that they wouldn't love another child as much as The Princess, they left their family at three.
The House would fill in the early evening,
12-9-09"Where did he go?"12-9-09
Was all she- Was all she could say.
Couldn't stop- Couldn't stop shaking.
Fear and panic-
Fear and panic overwhelmed her.
Nothing- Nothing felt right.
Everything- Everything broken- Everything broken and wrong.
Paralyzed- Paralyzed by the ground- Paralyzed by the ground being ripped out from under her.
Thoughts- Thoughts moving too- Too quickly now.
Couldn't stop. Fear and panic. Nothing. Everything. Paralyzed. Paralyzed. &nbs
12-8-09I look to you for inspiration I find none. I look to the future for hope12-8-09
Only to pull my out stretched hand just the way it has always been- Empty.
I'm looking for so much from you
Only to find you to be a cruel, cruel world
Such a cruel, cruel world. You leave me alone. You leave me drained. You leave me in tears. Such a cruel, cruel world.
You leave me searching-
for inspiration, for hope. No matter how hard I try- No matter how hard I search- I pull back my out stretched hand just the way it has always been- E
the enchantressmy eyes raped by a blitz of blue hue, the touch of sweat and passion and lust on my lips, the taste of rust of my tongue, the music of the night is neverending here;the enchantress
the girl to my right spins like a planetary system, her body moves like a solar flare, her aura is an astral phenomenon-- her hands are sand traps, her eyes a snare.
oh christ what have i become?
sir saint Patrick, iiyou know, you never would lie next to me on my bed but when i needed it the most. i felt you there, that night, as i wept and begged you to stay.sir saint Patrick, ii
and when you told us it was time, and that you had to go, that your duty was done; that i was ready and god had greater things for you, i found it funny that you still found it relevant to act like a dog, in a place where we bring dogs to die.
and i think it’s true, what our friend ben said: that love is watching someone die. i remember laying with you throughout
calligraphy, deuxdear god,calligraphy, deux
if you could send my soul back to me in a ziploc baggie, so i can snort it off bathroom counter and get high off of self discovery, i would appreciate it. thanks.
p.s. she keeps it locked inside a snake in a box that she keeps in her car so her mother doesn’t find it and throw it away.
cory
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dear god,
it started raining today-- i was standing in the middle of a parking lot, so i ran to my car.
i think you know what happened next.
losing faith, cory
~~~ &nbs
calligraphydear god,calligraphy
why don’t you fucking listen? fuck i swear sometimes you’re worse than she is.
cory
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dear god,
you’re ridiculous you know that? just some of the things you do. like half your creatures. you make ridiculous things. like humans, and zebras.
puzzled, cory
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dear god,
i used to read this user named less_than_that on an internet forum i visit. i’m sure you know all about it. well you know, i think he was the first person i ever felt compassion for. maybe it
Desperate
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- You gotta be kidding me
(^_^)
added some photography. check it out, yeah?
i haven't been on in a while.
my dad passed away.
I'd hug you if I could.
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Yo no puedo hablar español muy bien
"art is art. theres no right or wrong way to draw"--ness
and dont use that quote 4 valid arguments JACK >:U
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Yo no puedo hablar español muy bien
"art is art. theres no right or wrong way to draw"--ness
and dont use that quote 4 valid arguments JACK >:U
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Yo no puedo hablar español muy bien
"art is art. theres no right or wrong way to draw"--ness
and dont use that quote 4 valid arguments JACK >:U
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