February 2010
4 posts
Day 5
She let the waves crash around her. Water lapped around her ankles and frothed at her thighs. She had stood there so long that the salt in the air clung to her long blonde hair and wrinkled face. Her linen dress danced with the wind. And she stared.
You could feel the static in the sky. A storm was coming. Clouds congregated in grey masses and offerings of water came to her. When she didn’t...
Day 4 (again)
I’m feeling very inspired to write today. I think I’ll try again, even thought I kinda liked my post already today. :P
I have an affinity with nature. I cannot help but find beauty in ever single plant and find peace in gardens or the woods. Nothing comes close to the ecstacy I feel with the smell of the earth around me and the feeling of grass between my toes. Wind is my favorite...
Day 4
I am a terrible keeper upper of this blog thing. I mean, it’s been how long since my last post? I really couldn’t tell you. The computer I normally use has imploded and I haven’t been able to function in the internet world without it. Thank you new followers that I have just found today! :D I really appreciate you for following me and I haven’t looked at my email in a while...
Day 3
I apologise for the wait. My computer decided to contract a virus and become stupid. :/ But here is a short poem for you.
There is a small knot In my stomach Just balled up and turning.
I call it
Uneasiness
And it comes from
Uncertainty
And it comes only one time a year And that time is
Auditions.
Terrible, I know, but its the best I can do.
January 2010
2 posts
Day Two
I cannot help but come to haunt you. I am Mere memory at it’s finest. Just a transparent dream of what once was. Do you even see what I truely am?
I buzz around your head and cloud you vision, and make sleeping a terrible chore. Becauase you know what will awake Once you are sound asleep.
I was once a consious being, I lived and then I died Within seconds of the other. Not ceasing to exist...
Day One
Everyday was the same for me once I graduated and got a steady job. My small apartment was minimally decorated with limited inhabitation. I was a solitary person most of my life, prefering the characters in books over the characters of life. I am a creature of habit who seldom tries to break my usual norm.
I woke up this morning. I stared at the ceiling for one hour straight before I even...
