January 2011
An Epic Example of Missing the Point.... →
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So when I watched this video I was in aw. This girl has some serious heart. Being bisexual, coming out is something I worry about everyday. Sure my friends at school know, but my friends from home, my friends from church, my family? No way. I can’t face the idea of telling them some days, I mean it takes my breath away. They have known me...
On love...
Whoever tells you love is grand is a liar. Whoever tells you love is happiness is an idiot who’s never been in love. I can tell you that love is ugly, that love hurts. I can tell love stabs you in the heart, then twists the knife.
I was fourteen when I feel in love, too young have the feelings I had. I feel into two different kinds of love, all it once. I feel in love with a boy who was amazing....
Write one leaf about spooning.
Sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, in the hideous darkness that comes before dawn, the nightmares find me. I wake up in a cold sweat, flat on my back, fingers knotted in the sheets. My lungs inhaling sharply, gathering the breath to scream. I bit the inside of my lip until it bleeds, close my eyes and try to swallow the bile back into my stomach. Sometimes it works, sometimes it...
And now...NAKED CATS! →
Just cause I feel so damn bad for them. I mean come one, that guy has more hair on his chin than that cat has on it’s entire hideously wrinkly body!
The View from the Fence....
So today I had a moment of being near homicide. Now the object of my rage, poor thing, didn’t even realize what they had done to upset me. Here’s the situtaion.
I was out getting lunch today and I saw a friend I hadn’t really spoken to since I was a freshman. We had had a class together and had bonded very quickly because of a similar sense of humor. We got to talking while we...
Deus Ex Machina
“I’m sorry by the way” he said as she turned to leaved , “if I burned you, I mean”
Maggie turned, a bit surprised. The redheaded man sat in the over stuffed chair, his body hunched and curled in on itself, like a crumbling empty building. From under the curtain of dark hair, his golden eyes seemed to stare into her soul in the half light of the room.
“It’s just sometimes, the fire just…gets away...
Sugar Maple
At the end of the lane there was a sugar maple tree, standing bent and old among the manicured lawns that had popped up around it. Over the years, it’s fellows, the tulip trees and the white oaks, had died or fallen or been cut down for the sake of been views, safer houses, or more power lines. The old sugar maple now stood alone at the end of the lane, brilliant in it’s colors fading from green...
The Payment
Quil shivered in the coolness of the night air, rubbing his arms through his too thin shirt. Dark rusted steel rose up all ground him, the wind whistling through the rivets like a howling animal. He was jumpy, on edge, constantly looking over his shoulder. Dave had told him no more than that the creature he was delivering the message to lived within the abandoned old bridge. It wasn’t until he was...
