• Archive for March 23rd, 2014

    Start Looking

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment

    Parents, just start looking. I’m sick of waiting. Let us just get this completed. I need to know who and what is good enough. I am tired of doing this over and over again. You have all the options, I need to know where to draw the line. Tell me I have been waiting for

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    silent death

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    Your strings around around and all over the me of me. Why is it so moist, so damp, so indescribably.. Tears grow over grow over to catch all the me of me. Why is it so indefinite so stiff, so overwhelmingly.. A knife cuts all cuts deeply the me of me. Why is it so

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    dearest you

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 9 Comments

    Dearest you, Last night I have the weirdest dream of all time, you were hugging me, it feels so real, like i am really inside your arms. That was after i have a powerful awesome quite prayer time with father God. I asked him to let you know the things i cant tell you for

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    One more chance

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Cameron, you are the best part of me. Your long brown hair, your beautiful green eyes, your perfect teeth even before you got your braces off, your skin, everything about you. I never believed in the idea of perfection until I had you, but you never gave us a serious chance. The time that you

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    What I Wish I Could Tell You

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Pets • 1 Comment

    I’ve held it together all day. I’ve said all the right things, at all the right moments. I smiled, I think, and I laughed… mostly because everyone else was laughing. I might have even told a joke or two, the mindless lame jokes that always seem to be the handiest in a pinch. I made

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    Drunk at 2 am

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 5 Comments

    I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my

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