I find life to be like a crowded room.
I'm only looking for one person. The one that will never give me the time of day again.
A crowded room can feel awfully lonely.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Post Two-Hundred and Eleven.
No matter all that is going through my mind, I can't find it in me to post.
...
Some things are left best unsaid to all, I'd say.
...
Some things are left best unsaid to all, I'd say.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Post Two-Hundred and Nine.
A lot has happened lately.
Hmm, to begin with... I HAVE A NEW BABY SITER, BITCHES. Be jealous. Niko Rose. September 20, 2009.
That's all for now.
Hmm, to begin with... I HAVE A NEW BABY SITER, BITCHES. Be jealous. Niko Rose. September 20, 2009.
That's all for now.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Post Two-Hundred and Eight.
So, I've come to the conclusion that how I react to some situations can be misleading.
Just because I didn't freak out doesn't mean that I wasn't concerned or didn't care. I do care. I am concerned.
It's just... I'm still internally processing this information, quite honestly. I didn't want to freak over what he said about you, because there had to be a reasonable explanation. I listened to what he said by word of mouth, though I highly doubt there was any discrepancy towards what he really said and what was told to me. I listened to what you had to say about what he said. I highly doubt that what you said wasn't the truth, either.
Though, I'm still a bit curious... a bit left with questions. But, I believe that's for another time, possibly. Or maybe I'll just continue to wonder.
In conclusion, don't get an idea that due to how I reacted, I don't care for you as much as you thought I might. I probably care more than you think I do. But, that's also for another time. You'd be surprised.
Just because I didn't freak out doesn't mean that I wasn't concerned or didn't care. I do care. I am concerned.
It's just... I'm still internally processing this information, quite honestly. I didn't want to freak over what he said about you, because there had to be a reasonable explanation. I listened to what he said by word of mouth, though I highly doubt there was any discrepancy towards what he really said and what was told to me. I listened to what you had to say about what he said. I highly doubt that what you said wasn't the truth, either.
Though, I'm still a bit curious... a bit left with questions. But, I believe that's for another time, possibly. Or maybe I'll just continue to wonder.
In conclusion, don't get an idea that due to how I reacted, I don't care for you as much as you thought I might. I probably care more than you think I do. But, that's also for another time. You'd be surprised.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Post Two-Hundred and Seven.
Shirt number three. You'll get it back when I feel like giving it back.
When you let go,
That's the only loneliness known.
When you let go,
That's the only loneliness known.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Post Two-Hundred and Five.
NOT FINISHEEEEEEED!!!
A steady hand of surgical precision
Slice and dice, and a flick of the wrist
One fell swoop; a cut after another
Blood spatter leads to beautiful patterns
Music plays; a classical number
Find myself lost in a hypnotic fashion
Movements keep time with the tempo
All’s revealed; Showtime now
Scalpel down; wipe the forehead
Maniacal grin and bloodlust eyes
I reach in, hand bare
Wrist disappears with the
Sloshing of fluids and the
Squish of entrails
A steady hand of surgical precision
Slice and dice, and a flick of the wrist
One fell swoop; a cut after another
Blood spatter leads to beautiful patterns
Music plays; a classical number
Find myself lost in a hypnotic fashion
Movements keep time with the tempo
All’s revealed; Showtime now
Scalpel down; wipe the forehead
Maniacal grin and bloodlust eyes
I reach in, hand bare
Wrist disappears with the
Sloshing of fluids and the
Squish of entrails
Monday, September 7, 2009
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