February 2011
4 posts
Photo Challenges.
I’m challenging myself to take at least one photo a day, but hopefully more. I am to take my camera everywhere with me. And at the end of the day I am to post everything here. Hopefully I stick to this.
January 2011
3 posts
November 2010
5 posts
Reblog if you want (1) cute message from someone.
wolffangs:
trnwrck:
pretty pretty pwease ? :’(
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Break
So I’m going to try and write while I’m home on break. I feel so good being Home.
Nights alone.
I miss your touch
your kisses
you voice.
I fall back into
missing you
so easily.
But I don’t mind
fore I know you miss me too and
I know that we will do whatever it takes
to be together.
Oh how I love you
but I hate
these nights
where I lay in the cold.
A faulty radiator the only thing
keeping me warm
when it should be your embrase
Building
Building a life with someone
what I’ve always wanted to do.
Some say I should have
been born in a different time where
wanting to be a housewife with alot of kids and
doing the dishes by hand is normal.
But who cares about normal baby.
We ain’t normal.
You and I are the furthest thing cause
whats normal when you’ve got love spinnin you in circles and
whats normal when...
New Family
Its been this way for a while
me with you
you with me
spending every moment we can
in eachothers arms and
within each other’s grasp.
I miss just driving around the corner to your house and
spending all day there with you.
I got spoiled this summer
with all of your
kisses and
touches and
words.
I love you so much more
then anything else which exists in this world and
in all...
October 2010
1 post
September 2010
2 posts
Week 4... I think
I’m doing better at handwriting something every night. But thats all more personal. The weeks are going by. The week itself always seams to go by fast but the weekends just drag on and on… but this weekend I’m heading home so I’m pretty happy. I might complain about it but I really love home and miss it. I miss alex a whole lot more. I think I’d go mad if I went...
First few weeks done
So my first few weeks of college are done. I don’t know what to make of them though. At times I’m having fun and loving it, but most of the time I’m just missing home and wishing that I could be with my family and friends. I miss everyone and just wish I wasn’t here. But I can’t change that now. Hopefully if and when clubs get up and running I’ll have something...
August 2010
6 posts
SO the room mate is cool (ish) and everything seams to be going well. My mind and heart are always thinking of Alex but… I’m hoping this gets atleast a little easier. He’s coming up today which will be nice.
How’s it gonna be when he gets his job and I start school/try to get a job.
Oh well.
Moved in
So I am now connected to Hiram internet and am completely moved in. Tomorrow I can turn in all of my forms (lol, the one form) and go to the post office to figure out about my po box. lol
I’m gonna try to write on here more often but i might not be able to. Oh well.
Missing Alex but I guess I’ll be fine. its nice here…
Well, gonna go sit and read. I got nothin else to do
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For once
For once the world isnt against me
I open my wings, and while I once fell I now fly
I can feel again and my world isn’t ice
I dont sit out and wait for the feel of the brease
I dont sit out and hope for things to change for once
Its hot
Its more then that
It feels amazing
It feels
For once I’m not fighting
To feel
To love
Simply because I want to
And not because I do
Now...
You are my angel. I shall never leave. I could never run. As I have done so many times before. I could never hurt the way I did. Could never trick and lie. Could never run from possibility. For once I say. I love you
The wind beneath my wings doesn’t say enough/ the words that keep me alive isn’t even close/ to hold me when I cry/ when I’m scared/ when a dream of thenpast has left me shaking/ you care when you don’t have to/ your arms hold me safe/ you are my life/ you are my light at the end of a long dark day/ you are the greatest of them all
May 2010
7 posts
Writing for
I feel as though
I was suppose to be
Writing for you
From the beginning
Written sept. 1
You smile
An I can help but do the same
You laugh
And I savor the sound
I don’t think you notice
How much I care for you
Spending time with you
Makes my day
And I can’t think of a day
When we don’t speak
And I’m up til all hours with you
Talking
About everything
And nothing
But now I must go
For here you are.
Waiting for my response
Quirks
All our games
and fun
and torment
which others dont understand
thats what i love
all the craziness
and fake fights
and antagonism
which drives others crazy
thats what i love
when you nibble my nose
and tickle
and “cuddle”
thats all I hope for all day
thats what I love
And what I can’t wait for
when ever you see me
is for those moments
when we play our games
...
Half a Year
Half a year
which wouldn’t exist if I’d been
scared
nervous
shy
paranoid
all the things I am
but all the things you allow me to let go of
when your around
Half a year
would have been filled with the same depression which followed like a black cloak
if it hadn’t been for you
Half a year
where I wouldn’t have
been the person you know now
half a year
is what...
That Day
every time
our fingers touch
our eyes lock
our legs wrap
our lips kiss
every time
you take my breath away
and make me love you more
reminds me
of that little split second
when I almost
didn’t tell you
that the one I’d fallen for
was actually you
Writing
Although I feel these words aren’t good enough
they are all I have
and you love them so
and so i write
for you my love
as it ever shall be
this I do for you
Pain
the only thing which scares me
my only real fear
for is this pain the end of me
is it dangerous
is it past the point of bad
but most of all
im scared of your pain
for i can not feel
the true depths of it
and i can not sense
how much it feeds
and so
i ask you
is there anything i can do
to help
for it is all
i can ever really do
April 2010
3 posts
What an end
As worlds collide
Heat rises
Water falls
Oceans crash
All happens
As lungs gasp
Eyes close
And a final breath is released
The Race
Love is the goal
All people strive and rearch for
Love is our finishline…
Or is it the beginning
Of a more wonderous race
Dear god this is vile. Anyone who eats a Happy... →
February 2010
14 posts
Savannah
She walks among the weeping women
Strolls among the stones
As the moon hangs high
She stares at the mist
Walking among
Lost lovers and heroes
Theives and crooks
Scared for the sun
Which will force her to return
To her cool comforting rock
And wait for the next
Full moon to rise
Talk
High school drama
Running through my mind
Talking
Talking
Everything runs over and over in my mind
Why must you talk
And bitch
And complain
I wait fir the months to be over
So that you may leave these days
And the words can die
Rea
So I’m going to her funeral tomorrow. She was eighteen and happy as can be and perfectly healthy. In less then four days bacterial meningitis killed her. She was healthy on Monday, brain dead by Wednesday, and off life support Thursday.
She was my friend. Had been on swim team with me and I’d watched her down maple syrup.
We’d gone to Harlan, Kentucky with my church and she was...
“When your broken, in a million little peices, and your trying, but you...”
– Broken by Lindsey Haun
Random Acts of Kindness
I’ve just sent letters to a few people who’ve touched my life recently who I don’t get to see as often as I’d like.
What are you going to do?
Meditation (Zen)
Silence… But not really
I can hear the hum of this computer
softly whirling away
occasionally the
high pitched squeal of
the refigerator
the muffled voices
of your television downstairs
the quiet ticking
of my minimalistic clock
Its
trying to take a simple drink of water
from a fire-hose
as I sit
and savor silence
that thing which is impossible
to attain
and I attempt
to...
And another actual Blog entry.
For me this is another late night… I probably shouldn’t stay up too late. Church tomorrow morning and all. But I like the night. Sitting in a bit of darkness and looking out my window to see the streetlight illuminating the cold ground around it.
I’ve always been more of a night person then anything.
Nights are just more… peaceful. With the rest of the world sleeping I...
Having a "Muse"
Muse
a noun
meaning
a
guiding spirit or a
source of inspiration.
A muse was a thing i didn’t believe in
that i
took for granted at times and that
i didn’t think about at all.
For the words would
come and go as
people did.
With you the words are always here.
The closer you are the more I write.
The deeper the connection
the more my mind forces me to
let out that...
I daresay
I daresay
my faith
in human kind
in what we are all capable of
doing
saying
wanting
and needing
my faith
in god
of all things
my faith
in all that exists
that we simply can not see
my faith
in what a simply person
can do when they put their minds to it
my faith
in basic humanity
is stronger then yours.
Everything
To be
father
and brother
and child
to be all that
and all aspects
to radiate so much
to that one person
who would do
absolutely anything
to save you
Nightly
Sitting here I miss your touch
i can’t feel you
beside me
as it should be
—-
why must age
keep you away
why must i
spend these nights alone in my bed
when i simply long to be held
in your warm embrace
—-
love is timeless
and love gives us
years to be with eachother
but it still does not
make this any less
difficult
written 2-1-07 (I am from)
I am from finger-foods on christmas eve
from bonfires on the lawn of grampa’s country house
jokes at the diner table with cousins and aunts
I am from walks out back of Gran’s
from lasagna and fried chicken and a tall glass of cool milk
from long nights and short days
from dog hair covered cloths
and cat filled yards
I’m from country roads in the middle of the night when...
written 1-30-07
I am the poem
sitting in your pen
waiting for the next time you
pick me up
yurning for that exhale
pushing my hiden words out
and smiling at their announcement calls
Pen to paper is how I breath
how I live
words are curled up inside of me
stuffed in
one on top of the other
pick me up quickly and hold me soft
let them all out
let me tell you
what is inside of this
ordinary figure of...
Brother 3
I ignored the fact that
You bleached your hair
And that
My blue eyes
Made you so happy
For my eyes
Saw only your saving ones
And that brown/red hair
That shined in the light
I ignored that
You spoke
And wrote
To me in German
For you were always saying
How you cared
And loved me
As your sister
I ignored your
Hatred
Of Jews and gays and All that weren’t you
I loved you
And cared...
January 2010
15 posts
An actual Blog Entry
So although I know ya’ll must love reading my poetry and my occasional story I though I might actually talk directly to ya for once.
Its like… damn, nearly 3.30 p.m.
I haven’t stayed up this late since the summer… Haven’t been able to. Huh.
Well Alex, my love which you have indeed read about several times already (and I’m sure its nowhere near the last time...
5 tags
A New Years she wishes to Forget
This was not where she wanted to be. Sitting at her best friends home, New years eve, this was the exact opposite of what she truly wanted. Only it wasn’t what any of her friends were doing that bothered her… It was the guy she was sitting with. The guy she had fallen for and was now making her regret that. She couldn’t believe what he was doing. Trying to mess with her head more...
All you are to me
Sweet cherry
cool air
warm heat
soft breath
sun shining through
the open window as
a warm summer breaze
blows my papers
all about
eyes open and
you breath in
its that
lovely smell
of new mud after
a long rain
eyes open and I see
soft
cool
sweet
warm
green
loving eyes
looking strait at me
Eyes
Fresh cut grass
Deep green tea
spring buds
of the tall old trees
vines climbing
over sides of southern houses
sweet peas
spring dresses
weeping willows
after a cold calm rain
and a hint of
that glimmering sun
all look at me
so lovingly
in your gaze
Dreaming
Close eyes
slowly
softly
my head
rests on your chest
hearing those
beats
hearing those
continuous
rhythmic
pounds
close eyes
and breath
your smell
laying in bed
your bed
more of your smell
surrounds me
that musk
of sweet
and savory
like a most wonderful meal
pull the blanket over
bare shoulders
close eyes
and sleep
i still
smell your smell and
arms instictively
grab...