She was Attempt Number 9. First one with a child ( Read more... )

I'm beginning to feel it again, that urge to write.

I blame most of the women currently in my life, and my new "sobriety" from certain habits.

The habit I'm trying to end: "stealing"/sleeping with a "taken" woman.

The problem: the women.

I think I'm going to slip up soon, just like I did while trying to end other habits.

Cold steel ( Read more... )

Why do I try?
I hope you notice.
I love your eyes.
Your smile comforts.
I grow more pathetic.
I laugh when I'm honest.
How can I prove myself?
How can I tell you?
It's not funny
But still I laugh
I laugh to hide
I don't want to hide anymore
Just a chance
That's all I ask
But why do I try?
Because
I want to love again

He took out a smoke, anxiously lit it, and took his first drag ( Read more... )

She giggled and shook her head ( Read more... )

Coming back. I've the strongest urge to write abstarct things and poems. Inspiration? A certain lady's blog. For now, I sleep, but when I get the time, writing.