ravingwolfgirl

Who am I thinking of? Far to many people to chose just one. Have I stopped thinking of you? Do you have any idea of how hard it is to not talk to you? To not ask if you're okay? To not say hello? I miss talking with you. But I will not be the one to bring this back. You shoved it, you can fix it. I won't break down first. And it's better for us not to be friends. I don't want that. I want my friend back. Call me stupid, call me dumb, but I don't want to lose such a part of me. I'm not hard to talk to, am I? It's just a simple click, and a few keystrokes. Is it that hard? Take a step back. Is this right? Take ten sec

*turn around* i hear the whisper i don't want to, it'll be like the last time. when i turn, there won't be anyone, anything to make a sound. it's just a memory of what i had. something i miss, that follows me. *love look at me* i can't you're not there. i can't keep hoping. thinking that the next time will be different, maybe. better, yes. you're gone, for good now. i wish you hadn't left that night. *why won't you look at me* you aren't there. you never are, just a whispered thought. now i'm thinking back to then. what a fool i was, to let you walk away. my delusion's getting worse. i'm hearing footste

               I was in a funk. My art block was hitting me hard. i would sit at my easel for hours, but nothing came to mind. this had been going on for about a week. I had tried all that i could think of to fix it, but nothing was working. So, i gave up until a muse struck me. I went to bed that night slightly frustrated but happier than i had been, because i knew if I was patient something would happen. Some time during the night i heard something crash. I got up to investigate, but there was nothing there, besides a little paw print on my easel in red, and the rest of my paint tube missing. "there's no way someone would come in to just ta

welcome to my garden of the nightmares i unleash the teeth and wings the scary things that make you wake shuddering sweating scared they come back when you wake they come right back to me they are not the horrors you see while you lay tossing turning twisting to get away from them they love their job as do we all who release the nightmares unto the world releasing reclaiming rejoicing that at what we do we excel i hope you have enjoyed the workings of my mind and that the next nightmare is from my garden that you've observed

i have never been more than an annoyance to you you wanted a daughter who wouldn't cut and dye her hair, one who could get and maintain almost a 4.0 grade average, one who helps more than hinders, one who is still a virgin. less of a disappointment than me. all i do seems to disappoint you. i had sex at fifteen, i cut my hair and dyed it red. i am forgetful of the stuff that you think matters. chores, yes i forget parts, but at least i do what you say, mostly. im lucky to get bs maybe. if im lucky.

i feel so... i don't know empty? is that the word i'm looking for? unfulfilled, maybe. something just isn't matching up with how i feel, and what i want. i have no idea why these spells of dissatisfication hit they bother me make me feel like nothing is worthwhile anymore stuck in a rut waiting for something but not knowing what it is or if i can even help i have a list of things i need to do but nothing really appeals i think ill work on cutting things out for when im more with it?, i guess

I say these empty words and watch them float away into the breeze as I studiously ponder whether or not if I could I would take them back try to put meaning to them have backing for what I say then as I watch them flutter and die I laugh at these thoughts and think maybe some other day who really cares about my bubble words they look strong but inside they mean nothing nothing at all to me no one prods them so who really cares I don't my bubble words are floating away

standing here at the altar looking across to you i think and wonder at where these years went we've been together for years but it doesn't feel so long whispered words "i love you" "i love you too" across the space between us here we are at the altar to prove our words are not just words to more than just us we place these rings upon the others fingers and we both say "i do" forever is my plan smiling at each other the proof on our hands and in our faces walking down the isle hand in hand united as husband and wife