It's Labor Day and I get time and a half at work for my eight hour shift. I get paid at the end of the week, finally I'll be able to afford those cigarettes. School starts tomorrow for my friends who have yet to graduate (young as I was last year) and I'm not sure how much hair I'll be pulling out between the hours when they all leave and I head ( Read more... )

I haven't been okay for a couple of days now. I cried two nights ago, last night, and now I'm well on my way to crying again this night. I can't get a break. I've been thinking a lot about my aunt who died last winter and of how much I really need her here with me to help me get through this. I have spent my whole life not wanting, or liking, ( Read more... )

When first the poetry flowed ( Read more... )

It's been such a long time since I've thought in terms of journaling. I've been thinking of poetry and drama and life and peace, but none if it falls under the category of "Safe to Share ( Read more... )

 I accomplished one of my life goals when I stepped out of the metro station and was faced with the stony face of the Louvre. Since then I've accomplished another life goal; to see The Dark Knight. Now to those of you who read this and have no idea how huge this was for me let me explain a little bit: I have a crazy, unexplainable, irrational ( Read more... )

I finally got these three poems edited once or twice through. Keep in mind they probably aren't totally finished yet.

Wilde Grave

the daisies in Paris

cannot compare to the rain in London

nor the bloom in your eye

nor the tears in your ink

On a Bench

The Daisy family grows

Under the sun in the garden

White head-dresses and yellow, jaundiced faces

All ( Read more... )

So many things have happened since I've been gone. I feel infinitely behind. So much has changed within myself and within the circles I travel with I don't know quite how I'm going to keep up with it all ( Read more... )

I was at some sort of ranch standing on a two-level wooden platform facing pastures full of bulls. As a joke some of us took this one guy's yellow hat and threw it as close as we could to the fence where a whole bunch of bulls were standing, agitated. When he went to get his hat the bulls broke free and started stampeding our platform. I panicked ( Read more... )

This will be a short post and full of mistakes as I am in France and the keyboards are different. For those you who have never travelled to a non-English speaking country it is a strange thing to miss one's language. I never thought I wuld miss English as I feel it is an ugly language, but now tht I am in France where English is the second language ( Read more... )

 I graduated yesterday ( Read more... )