why is it that when she's alone
everybody breaks in?
her bunny doesn't bring as much comfort as it used to
and there are somethings that she just wishes she would grow out of
in the morning her cheeks will be crusty from tired tears

N'écoutez pas ce vieux Lafontaine. Chantez mes cigales, chantez. Dieu vous donnera tous ce que vous avez de besoin.

well, two out of three ain't bad.

the spagetti is waiting on the stove
i'm waiting for him to come home
he's waiting for his life to start

oh, here's the doorbell

I hate having to doubt about my own greatness.

beauty without pain
love without conditions
poetry without rhymes
language without grammar
comfort without cost
work without wages
unity without war
this is freedom

I finally did it. I told them. They simply asked and I told them the thruth. How freeing! This has been the best evening in a long time. I also finally told him I forgave him. We both grew. Grew in each other's direction, entertwining like century old trees. I'm in love with every one ( Read more... )

Il m'a trahit. Comment est-ce possible? Avoir ces sentiments est une chose, mais les écrire et les regarder, comme s'ils étaient vrais en est une autre. Mais je ne peux rester silencieuse, ni calme. Depuis 3 am je ne dors pas...il m'a réveillé. Il a tenté de s'excuser, il m'a dit qu'il ne le fera plus jamais...J'ai resté en silence, d'abord car l' ( Read more... )

I'm rejected by the world today. Why do people use words? Don't you see how barbaric speaking is? If I don't understand poetry does that make me shallow...I am uncool if I make sense? I don't know if I'm above everyone or below... I just don't fit in. Bow to me and I will bow to you. I don't understand people, literally, what are you saying. Speak ( Read more... )

Man what a BLAH day ( Read more... )