This will be long. Here's a sample ( Read more... )

You sleep ( Read more... )

The seas feel so calm ( Read more... )

Something is not right. I don't know what it is, but something is very wrong and my gut is screaming at me and I don't know what it is ( Read more... )

Headache. Fucking headache. I want to chop my head off just to make it stop ( Read more... )

I enjoy being unhappy. As weird as that sounds, I think it's true ( Read more... )

Yesterday we got up at seven o' clock so we could be out the door and on our way to Sterling by 8:00. After Patrick had decked himself out in full kilt, belt and linen shirt (he went barefoot)and we'd packed lunch in the gimungous cooler we headed out the door. We listened to Beatles 1 CD while we drove to Amber's house to pick her up. When we got ( Read more... )

You wish I'd stop ( Read more... )

This is a pretty badly written and overly emotional poem that I wrote after I burned in April. I want to put it in here, though, because I feel that that was an important experience in my life, and this is what came out of it ( Read more... )