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06 September 2014 @ 12:38 pm
Spikes - handle them with care.

Temperature spikes, heart rate spikes, speed spikes,

Hazard to your health.

Especially the spike through your heart. Always done with fine precision.
29 July 2014 @ 08:58 am
I never laugh anymore. This realization hit me hard as I sat staring at the blank television screen. I find nothing funny, I am way too serious. I need to rectify this and the quickest way would be to turn on the television and watch one of the weekly comedy shows. I pick up the remote, click the button and hope there is something humorous and not deathly boring and just plain stupid. I know this is a long shot but I desperately need to laugh, at least chuckle to know I still have it in me.

I press the button, click, I give at least each selection a few minutes before I click, click, click....yelling, arguing, backstabbing...how could I have forgotten. Reality shows are the thing now, what tragedy. We bunch people, who extremely dislike each other, film them and watch how they slowly descend into a group of loudmouth vindictive fools, there in lies the comedy.

I am still not laughing.
22 July 2014 @ 04:09 pm
I didn't mean it to be cruel. That was not the intention. I made the others laugh and that was what I had set out to do. I didn't realize the consequences after the joke had ran its course.
I had to get out of that damn classroom. The dullness in the teachers voice as they dragged out the reason behind the narrative in the book was giving me a headache. I needed air. I raised my hand and asked if I could use the restroom. There was some hesitation but finally the teacher nodded at the wooden pass key on their desk and gave me two minutes. I hurriedly left the room, practically running to the bathroom. I didn't expect to find the person I had pranked in there. No less in tears. I didn't realize what I did could cause pain, could cause someone to feel so much hurt they had to cry about it. I never ever thought of myself as heartless but I guess I am. I just stared at them for a second and they did the same to me. With a roll of my eyes I quickly opened the stall door and went inside slamming it behind me. What was I doing? Why couldn't I just apologize. Instead I waited. Waited for them to leave and they did. Without a word between us.
Current Mood: writing
22 July 2014 @ 09:27 am
_ Dead _

Long forgotten pages
Words connected
to feelings
Like death
flowers on a grave
tentacles of a life
reach out from beyond the nether
like a parasite
resurrecting what once was
to live again
in the electronic age
03 November 2011 @ 05:35 pm
The look in your eyes speaks more to me than any words could

You are deliberate that way.

Silent. Maing me search and look into the depths of you, inviting me in and I holding back. I step closer it seems, reach out with my hand but you never grasp, you never take hold.  and this...

confuses but yet,

Your eyes say much more than your lips ever will.

Could I be seeing only what I want to see?

But there it is that smile, that twinkle that raise of your brow.

You are delibrate that way.
Current Mood: curiouscurious
01 March 2009 @ 12:09 am

there is always so much noise here late in the night

people in the back apartment having a party - having friends over -getting driunk - making noise

i shouldn't care it is not like i sleep

but it is annoying

don't these people have homes of their own

beds they would rather sleep in then on the floor or on the couch?

i shouldn't care - i don't care

i just want it quiet.

Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
15 February 2009 @ 11:56 pm
i am not one to hang out at malls. i don't like the crowds but today i made an exception for fear if i didn't get out of the house i would just go plain stir crazy. i wandered around, purchased a soft pretzel and a pepsi, sat in the dining area and watched the people as they shopped walking from store to store. adults walk slow but their children if of teen years either walk really fast way ahead of them or really slow way behind them. i thought this was typical for teens but i wouldn't know since my parents or parent,  i should say, doesn't do much with me. i guess some would find that lucky and say oh how lucky you are my parents are....whatever and roll their eyes. yeah...lucky. sure.
Current Mood: boredbored
15 February 2009 @ 08:04 am


she talks to much, asking way too many questions i never really thought of the answers to. this makes me nervous, i don't like it and i just want out- out of this room and to the cool sunshine of spring.

_inspired by oneword.com_
Current Mood: creativecreative
15 February 2009 @ 07:33 am

"don't come closer..." she said raising her hand to stop me from entering the room. her eyes were wild the skin of her face pale as a ghost.

"what's wrong?" I asked as she jumped up and tried to close the door. I put my foot between the door and the frame and held it open with my shoulder. "what the hell is wrong with you?"

"I don't want you to see?" she said breathless and panicked.

"see what? would you just let me in?" i pushed the door a little wider feeling her weakness in strength as she thought it over.

"i can't let you in - you wouldn't understand." she whispered.

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Current Mood: creativecreative
15 February 2009 @ 07:01 am
why do i live in this world of the unkown?

am i so lapsed in my way of thinking that i find some kind of sanity in not knowing?

talk to me - tell me what words you want spoken and i will tell the world what you can't.

allow me this life because that one i have been given to live feels like a death everytime i wake.

give me the unkown - this world hushed and secret.

give me the laughter

the tears
the agner
ther fear
the hate
the love

give me it all

whisper it to me like a sweet words written on a valentine

and i will tell the world - of this - of our