Twitter, why do I consider,
feeding you thoughts that should never leave my pen,
thoughts that should never be there to begin?
perhaps to be continued...
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Southern Girl
Boots to my knees
Skirts to my thighs
A gun tucked in my left boot
A flask deep in the right
...
Skirts to my thighs
A gun tucked in my left boot
A flask deep in the right
...
posted from Bloggeroid
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Writer
If I wrote every time I had the urge,
I'd never accomplish anything.
Maybe I should be a writer.
I'd never accomplish anything.
Maybe I should be a writer.
posted from Bloggeroid
Effect
If you don't know how I'm feeling,
You don't know me very well.
If you have no desire to read what I say,
I tell myself you still care, just not my way.
If you don't know why I listen to what I do,
Then you've never been here before.
If my emotionless state dumbfounds you,
You don't affect me deep enough.
If you question what I say,
You're getting closer to the truth.
If I hear one more time that "it'll all be okay,"
I might show you that it's not.
You push, I pull. You pull, I push.
Nothing will ever be resolved.
You don't know me very well.
If you have no desire to read what I say,
I tell myself you still care, just not my way.
If you don't know why I listen to what I do,
Then you've never been here before.
If my emotionless state dumbfounds you,
You don't affect me deep enough.
If you question what I say,
You're getting closer to the truth.
If I hear one more time that "it'll all be okay,"
I might show you that it's not.
You push, I pull. You pull, I push.
Nothing will ever be resolved.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thought
Once upon a time
A little girl had a thought that she thought would put her to sleep.
Well,
She thought wrong.
A little girl had a thought that she thought would put her to sleep.
Well,
She thought wrong.
posted from Bloggeroid
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
At Odds
Why can I not draw cohesive lines
between who I am and what I like?
A combination of many little pieces
of many parts
of life. As a whole,
I do not properly fit anywhere.
Someday,
this combination that you so like in me,
darkness and light,
will rip me asunder.
between who I am and what I like?
A combination of many little pieces
of many parts
of life. As a whole,
I do not properly fit anywhere.
Someday,
this combination that you so like in me,
darkness and light,
will rip me asunder.
posted from Bloggeroid
Monday, February 07, 2011
Winter Evening
the sky is heavy and laden with snow
the fields are white and the roads dreary
the fields are white and the roads dreary
posted from Bloggeroid
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Paranoia
What imagination I have often displays itself in the form of paranoia.
posted from Bloggeroid