

Lingering in What They CannotI can write until I'm blue in the face. But still I will be kept in this space. This space between accepted and rejected.Lingering in What They Cannot
Deep wounds seem to never heal. I linger in their deepest core,
Because I cannot get away. Cannot escape their pain, their power, their rage.
Eyes shut tight to the world- With all their might... Don't want to open for fear I will be exposed... Out in the open... Vulnerable.
To all.
Who don't care.
Never there. You were never there, They didn't care. They couldn't see. They never s


Writers BlockedWriting without purpose, without feeling, Without duty The glory of writing nothingness is in no way luxurious. It is an empty feeling. As if all there is on the paper exists as nothing Not even stray marks are woven into its design. Blocked From it. Kept From it. Held From it. Unknown to it....Writers Blocked
6 April 2009


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If there is a place to be This can't be it. If there is a way to be- Then this isn't it. It has to be an act. An act that holds me here, In the past. Will it never be just that? A memory that one never looks back to? Will I always be in between, Wishing only partly that it was the same? I wonder more than needed, If this is truly my fate To be a "Hopeless case" That hides behind a facade of a smiling face- Mask to be worn forever Just to hide the truth. That one hasn't changed. One hasn't become any better.


Conflicting SignalsWould it go away? If I said, "I love you"Conflicting Signals
Would the thoughts, The smiles, The looks just fade? If I just held my stubborn nature in the palm of my fist,
And admitted...
"Yes I would've given you that kiss"
Would it? Would you? Would you fade and go away, Let me be at peace? Let me live my way?
Or would you stay? Knowing this was always my answer... Knowing I lied to you over and over because I feared you...
No, because for me to say
"I love you"
Is a lie, if it comes from me. For l
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Destiel. O_O I'm probably going to Hell for that.
Obsessing is a way of life.
*Carpe Diem*
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...murfke flergen...
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Life goes one even when one does not want it to, friendships end and friendships mend and even some begin. For that is life: begin, change, mend, end an never ending circle.
Nothing, vast nothing. A stage of existence fading back to the beginning.
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Giggling is bad for my digestion...
---kisa.
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