January 2010
12 posts
daily ramble.
When I woke up this morning with the worst stomach ache ever, I thought to myself how I’d sacrifice anything in the world to make the pain go away. I’m a wuss I suppose. Emotional pain I can handle; I’ve learned how to be numb. When it comes to physical pain, I just want to hide in a corner and die. I’m so vulnerable. I absolutely hate the feeling of having no control, but...
“And if you’re still looking for a blanket, sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m no sort of fabric; But if you need a tailor, then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs, And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep, Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole, and...
girls who throw around the word “love” as much as they spread their legs need to go away. enough said.
i know that one day, darling, you’d be softly speaking my name. and on those lonely nights spent stirring, you’d be wondering where I am. oh, how fast once destined lovers become forbidden friends. now you say you won’t ever recover from the empty words that will never be mend. remember when we careless dreamt about running away to the golden state, where we could live our lives with no doubt,...
What is life without a purpose? What is purpose without love?
Elbows bent, barely touching the table, Marcoe glances nervously at his half finished pommes au four. Still refusing to meet eyes with the petite dark haired girl sitting inches away from him, Marcoe pushes back his greasy hair. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” He stutters at the fading candle light. Standing up only to knock over the glass of sparkling water, he leaves a couple of crisp twenty dollar...
