Monday, December 5, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
I should be working. Instead I somehow found myself here, on my own blog reading my own history. For whatever reason, this one post stood out. I originally wrote and published it February 2011. Today it stands out but I can't decide if it still scares me or not. (I also don't know if this means I'm going to start writing again...)
i don't want to tell you anything.
if i speak it
it becomes truth.
because there's always truth behind what i say
if you strip the tone and context
you're left with specific words
and less or not,
their specific meanings.
there's danger there
once i speak i've lost control.
i don't want to give you the power
or necessarily, the opportunity to react
for fear that your reaction will dictate my own
and strip me of my stillness.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Monday, October 20, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?
My father's love was always strong,
My mother's glamour lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.
But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.
Friday, November 22, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
I couldn't keep this to myself & I obviously couldn't wait to share. I feel like I'd be doing you a HUGE disservice by withholding this any longer than I absolutely had to.
I gave you the best part of the story but if you need to read the rest, go for it.
Yeah, you're welcome.
I'm starting to regret not moving to NYC like we planned. :/