stretch.
shake.
let it go.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday...
...belly full of butterflies.
it's fixing to be a 180 up in this place. either plan A or plan B.
the announcement is this week. the job has been taken down.
it's fixing to be a 180 up in this place. either plan A or plan B.
the announcement is this week. the job has been taken down.
it's game time.
i just don't know who's playing yet.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
This is it...
I finally found you
in my dreams last night.
In passing, I was able
to throw my frustrations
in your face-
About your absence.
Your indifference.
Your lack of sincerity.
You stood still against
the wall eating
cupcakes, pink frosting smeared
along your mouth as I walked
out the door.
This is the only closure
I seem to get.
in my dreams last night.
In passing, I was able
to throw my frustrations
in your face-
About your absence.
Your indifference.
Your lack of sincerity.
You stood still against
the wall eating
cupcakes, pink frosting smeared
along your mouth as I walked
out the door.
This is the only closure
I seem to get.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Counting...
Eight more days.
Tell me there's another beginning
somewhere other than here.
I don't want to go back.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
True Story...
...We're surrounded by perfect endings, extra lives and reset buttons.
It's a terrifying realization to come to when it dawns on you:
Life:
You only have one of 'em.
Live the hell out it.
It's a terrifying realization to come to when it dawns on you:
you have no access to those things in real life.
Life:
You only have one of 'em.
Live the hell out it.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
A song got me thinking...:
i don't mean to seem that
i am constantly complaining.
that i'm constantly unhappy.
that i'm constantly stuck.
the truth is, while i can be all
of those things, it is not because
-i live at home.
-i don't have a "real" job.
-i have a mountain of bills that my income can't support.
i have faced that.
it's life.
i can deal with that.
i will always be able to.
what drives me to my moods is simply
that i feel that i am so
blessed
and
thankful
to honestly just to be alive.
sometimes i can't stand to think
that i'm wasting one second
of this gift.
this life.
this opportunity...
i am constantly complaining.
that i'm constantly unhappy.
that i'm constantly stuck.
the truth is, while i can be all
of those things, it is not because
-i live at home.
-i don't have a "real" job.
-i have a mountain of bills that my income can't support.
i have faced that.
it's life.
i can deal with that.
i will always be able to.
what drives me to my moods is simply
that i feel that i am so
blessed
and
thankful
to honestly just to be alive.
sometimes i can't stand to think
that i'm wasting one second
of this gift.
this life.
this opportunity...
Saturday, March 8, 2008
the C word...
stack of papers here.
pile of clothes there.
random bits of mess
scattered in between.
i can't seem to get away from it.
i feel that i'm constantly
cleaning.
straightening up.
putting away.
and i can never tell when i'm done.
the stacks, piles, bits and mess
feel like they're spilling into the rest
of my life
till nothing seems to get accomplished.
even these words i write...
pile of clothes there.
random bits of mess
scattered in between.
clutter.
i can't seem to get away from it.
i feel that i'm constantly
cleaning.
straightening up.
putting away.
and i can never tell when i'm done.
clutter.
the stacks, piles, bits and mess
feel like they're spilling into the rest
of my life
till nothing seems to get accomplished.
clutter. clutter. clutter.
even these words i write...
clutter.
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