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Monday, 10 August 2009

  • Deepest Red Forever

    enough of the fire breathing
    smoldering heat of dependence
    my pulse was made to beat
    not collide with pain and strip
    unforgiving fools pretending
    lack of appreciation bending
    the last of my threads are pulled
    frayed and changing existence
    tomorrow will bind me firm
    but today will determine seconds
    frustration in small words
    floods pounding my forehead
    squeezing music right in me
    this is the end of beautiful surrender
    wasted no more I find peace
    holding my deepest red forever
    waiting for the strong warrior
    in the night where I have fought
    such a fool I cried pitifully
    all that the flames do to me
    I remember what is not wanting


Sunday, 19 July 2009

  • Can I even handle the gift given to me?

    I think deeply whether you or I like it. For a while I ran with it like a crazy woman, shouting out my opinions with no inhibitions. Later on I found myself listening to what others had to say about my trait. I shut it down.... it came too close for comfort I am afraid and most of the time others would say "you just think too much." Well, I am beginning to see that if I don't think too much, I am rather numb inside. It is a bitter weight clouding out all that I ever was. So I have decided that I need to bring it back, but this time with much needed skill. It could kill me if I am not careful. One thing I have learned, is that it is very easy to go along with what everyone else is doing or saying. I know what it feels like to stop going with my gut and going with the crowd. I don't particularly like to think too deeply, but it is my destiny I think.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

  • So I am back from a crazy week of chillin' in good ol' Michigan. It will be hard to remember what really happened because it is pretty much all a blur. I think I broke a record for hanging out in a bathroom in front of a mirror on Sunday... and also a record with the usage of hairspray. I even wore waterproof mascara, but I could have gone otherwise. That stuff is hard to get off. Yup, the brother is married off and honeymoonin'. There is something rather sweet about being the oldest and still single.

    My uncle told me that I really need to get with the program and get in the car with all the cans so that I don't have to clean up afterwards. I will do that if I can find myself a gentleman. They are few and far between.

    The phone is dead... my brain is slow... I am not going to work till tomorrow... and I have surprised myself.

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Sunday, 21 June 2009

  • Currently
    Free
    By Gavin DeGraw
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    I need to suck it up and learn the guitar. I think I could truly get in touch with my inner person that way. Write a couple songs. Play and sing my heart out. No one can really hurt that right? Don't worry I am not hurt right now. I am feeling rather like steel. A mixture of iron and... oh shoot... some other metal? I am wicked tired.

    Why do people put so much detail into buttons?

    There is no sense in getting ticked off if it won't solve anything. Sometimes anger means that you are healing from the sorrow. But you cannot stay there for a long. It is only supposed to push you forward into resolution and renewal. It gives you a chance to take action and change the way things have been. Once you get over that little hill (yes it is little) you find that the ride is much smoother and that there really are people out there that care. We have to realize that we are not the only ones here with issues... we have to show others that there is someone who cares, even if no one else is going to do it.

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