I want to write, but the words won’t come. They’re tangled up in my brain. That could take a while to unwind. Too much trouble I suppose. Perhaps the weekend, when I have more time? But I’m wandering. Where was I? Oh yes, I want to write. I want to tell the world exactly how I feel. But the words just tripped and fell. I think I’ve lost them again. I wish they weren’t so clumsy. Or maybe it’s me. You never know. This paper is taunting me. Teasing me. It wants the words. It wants the cover. It’s shivering. Maybe it should get a coat. At least that’s what they tell me. But aren’t coats just an admission that you’re cold? Won’t that encourage the weather to torture us more? But I’m wandering again. Back to the point. What was the point? Ah, yes, I want to write. I want to fly through other worlds. On my pen. Which just broke, blotting out my words. Those silly words. Just out of reach. Oh well. Perhaps I should take a broom.
Sorry this is late - I only just realized what I wanted to say to Harry.
Dear Mr. Harry Potter,
I have some things to say to you. Alright, you can bring Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and whoever else you want over here, but I want you to hear this. Read more »
(I've been neglecting this site recently, what with the end of school and other annoying matters related to life in general. So I've decided to give myself a challenge. I'm going to post something every day of this month to make up for the fact that I've barely been posting over the past few months. This is My July Challenge. Enjoy!)
Why do people here celebrate July 4th on the 3rd? Read more »
Life is just a series of chance encounters, funny, that; poetry is just a series of idiots thinking they can sum life in so many words. These are just as not special as the next or the previous or the simultaneous and I don't mean to be cynical, but hasn't the world got better things to do than cater to the whims of its misbegotten children? We've already forgotten how it is to be. What we all knew when we were five and we were all five and that's what really brings us together, is it not? Read more »
So I'll admit it;
Every time I see your
Name in my email inbox,
Hey, darling. How have you been? It’s been too long, far too long. Why don’t you stay a while? You can camp out in the guest room, if you want; I’m sure my parents won’t mind. Come for a walk in the woods with me; if it was summer, we’d walk to the creemee stand. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Hey, darling, take my hand and we’ll go skipping through the snow-covered trees, and maybe things can be good again? It’s been awkward, but I’m willing to give it a try. No, let me revise that; I’d very much like to give it a try again. Have I ever told you how much I think I love you? Read more »
Meh. Can't decide if I like this or not. It was a stream-of-consciousness, and needed to be written, but... I do think I've written better. I'm intrigued to know, do the parentheses work?
I'm writing this
(straight from my mind,
For you. Of course I am–
Is everything I write
In the end?
It's not, and that's why
I think I need to write this.
You're intelligent and musical and
But you are not, I don't think,
My other half. Read more »
It's another one of those days; one of those days I just want to spend curled up inside with a good book and a cup of green tea with lemon and a chocolate bar and a pile of warm, fuzzy blankets.
Outside, the wind is rushing through the trees; I can hear its dull roar over the sound of my typing fingers and the music playing from my laptop's speakers. It's dark outside, but then again it's a winter evening. You can't ever expect much more from winter evenings. Read more »
Inspired by my cat :)
the love he gives me is
when i’ve had a bad day
and i’m not
in the mood to talk to anyone
he’s sitting there curled up on my bed
tail wrapped around him
black fur still soft
he still reacts to my touch
with a purr and a smile
(insofar as cats can smile,
this is what he does)
and it doesn’t matter to him
who or what i am
he’ll love me
for a few gentle words and
a place to sleep on my bed at night
and if i love him
he will love me.
isn’t that how love is supposed to work?
does it matter your politics,
your religion, Read more »
(This is just my rambling on when I was thinking too fast and I was trying to slow down....)
I make sense. To you right now, I make sense. I'm typing English, writing words, proper grammar, spelling, blah blah blah. The point is you know what I’m thinking right now.
Right. Sure you do. That's what you think. Because here's the thing...I don't think like this.
I'm not entirely certain what to do with this.
I've never kept a blog before.
I guess I'll just learn as I go along?
I'm sitting at my office chair right now, in front of my computer, letting my fingers type these words of their own accord because my mind sure as heck doesn't have anything to do with it... or if it does it's just producing this and sending it off because it's another stream of consciousness and goodness knows I don't need any more of those...
I'm not sure that rambling is a good way to start off my blog, but I needed to ramble. I don't get to do that often, mostly just because I never think anyone wants to listen.