I am nearly twenty. Older than I would have liked, for the things I have thus accomplished in this world, but young yet all the same. Searching, all the same. I like under trees to watch the light shift through the leaves. I climb them for a new perspective and for the pleasure of using my muscles. I dance with the wind, spinning and leaping as ( Read more... )

You want angst, fine, here's angst. Here's the dark, angry, bitter words of the slit-you-wrists emo music I always hated so damn much. Here's the God-damned-fucking lyrics of a screaming metal band who might as well be vamps because the sun is too bright for the abyss of their lives. Is this what you wanted? Or is poetry more your style? ( Read more... )

Happiness flows around me, spiking and dropping away at the whims of a mad breeze. I lack consistency. Most of the time, haunted by memory, unable to capture the wind and it shoves me about. I can see happiness, know all of the moments when I should feel happiness. But I do not ( Read more... )

What kind of writer am I, to run out of words? But I have none that are any good. All I can think to say is that it's killing me to sit here in my house and feel like I don't have a home. What's the point, anyway? Every day, for money, for life, for someone else's dream. When your dreams are impossible, it's okay, because you might still find a ( Read more... )

Sometimes better just isn't enough, ya know? Cause better doesn't mean you're okay. And it doesn't mean you aren't crying, it just means you haven't cried every night for the past three months as well. So, yeah. Better is great. I'm a heck of a lot less dehydrated. And a lot of my days are good. But it isn't enough. And it's not even what ( Read more... )

"they can't take that away from me ( Read more... )

That I too young, as yet unfixed ( Read more... )

live in the moment: to dream, not to dream ( Read more... )

What is it about life that drives us to self-destruction? The human spirit, defiant and sure in the face of outside adversity, quails and retreats from nothing more nor less than itself. "What a quintessence of dust ( Read more... )

"the fear you won't fall ( Read more... )