Just a scatterbrained geek with a sense of whimsy and issues enough to fill up volumes trying to get by in life.
Ex-friend, ex-friend, Go away Ex-friend, ex-friend, Do not stay Ex-friend, ex-friend, Get a clue Ex-friend, ex-friend, I want rid of you.
You haunt me For eight long years Your shadow touches my life Lurking at the edges Waiting to engulf me once more The noise in the dark - Is it you.
I'm not scared of the monsters hiding in the shadowy darkness. Rather, I fear the ones that hide inside seemingly normal people.
Backache, thunder, Large raindrops splashing down - Just another rainstorm..
I'm in my early 30's and have been dealing with health issues my whole life, starting with some immune system issues which triggered the onset of chronic fatigue syndrome and/or fibromyalgia before I...
It's a drain, It's a pain, Drives me insane, It's a bane, Constant strain, Can't explain, It's inhumane..
Don’t say we’ll never meet again - Those words would break me. Without you… Day is dull as dusk, Music is just noise.
Some people need to chill. Someone tagging something on tumblr slightly different that one would like isn't tantamount to infanticide. Nor is it a reason to snark and cuss.
We are beings of two natures; spiritual and physical. As such we can ask which nature is the most important. But perhaps the question should be why should one have to be more important?.
My oldest niece turned 21 today. We're now planning the next time we can get together and watching geeky stuff together while playing a drinking game for whatever we watch.
She said I was her friend once, But I wonder if she was ever mine....
I hate fibromyalgia. I'm supposed to be finishing a story I promised someone (and of a type I find challenging even under my normal condition) and I hurt too much to focus on it.
As a child I prided myself on my precociousness - As an adult I pride myself on my ability to be immature.
Sanity is relative, but not my relative. - me.
Simplicity that is too profoundly simple Can be the most complex thing to many.
Of all the stories I never chose to follow through, The one I regret most is the one of me and you..
IBS - when your guts frequently decide they hate themselves..
Sharing a bed with pets is nice - but can I please roll over and stretch my legs out and maybe have more of my covers too?.
A bright moon in the depth of night- A reminder not to give in to the darkness..
I lie awake upon my bed Fragments of stories dance in my head They make me smile, make me weep And I cannot succumb to sleep.
I'm sick and tired Of being sick and tired - And being sore and achy And foggy headed to boot..
When the night is dark, look to the moon. When the moon doesn't shine, look to the stars. When the stars are hidden, remember clouds will pass. And eventually the sun will rise..
When life gets you down, when you're at your lowest point, remember; sometimes you have to hit the bottom before you can push yourself back up..
I've found it is important to remain honest and loyal to your friends. I've also found sometimes you can only choose one of the two and must think of your own well being as well..
A clean living space is a sign of a dangerously sick mind. - the character Skandranon from The Black Gryphon (by Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon).
The kindest heart beats no more The warmest soul has fled And I am left in solitude.
I once had a boss tell me it would be unfair if I was allowed access to a stool on the job when the rest of the employees weren't.
October 2010 I lost my job. November I lost my insurance. December my doctor started denying refills on my pain management meds. January 2011 I lost my mom.
"The world is not beautiful, therefore it is." - from Kino's Journey by Keiichi Sigsawa.
One may easily be able to forgive another for an isolated case of backstabbing. It's when they keep twisting the blade afterwords they may lose all chance of forgiveness.
(originally written half a decade or so ago as part of a trade with someone). pencil falls upon paper. lines turn to shapes. figures unfold. upon that which held nothing. the artist works their magic.
Words are but windows That can show truth to us all Or keep truth from us.
Inside the soul of everyone driven to create Dwells a devil and an angel stuck in an endless dance.
Once upon a time she reached out to someone standing alone with sad, hurt eyes. Now she waits for the one who will do the same for her..
Words and actions both hold power - The two combined hold exponentially more than one alone..
Happiness is a fleeting thing. It can come and go in the space of a heartbeat. As soon as you grasp it in your hand it can melt away...
Trust can come easy sometimes. But all it takes is one act to make one question it. All it takes is months of ignoring ones words and actions to shatter it...
She had always lived her life being strong - strong for others. Now, alone, her world fraying apart around her, she found the one person she couldn't be strong for... Herself..
I wear a mask It's all they see How do I show The real me?.
"I'm sorry, you must have misheard me. I said I had psychotic powers not psychic ones." - me telling a coworker what I'd love to tell some customers.
When she was little she chased faeries in the yard. When she was older she tried to rationalize those memories.
Forgiveness isn't some cheap commodity - It should be saved for those who truly seek it, Not wasted on those who would squander it..
She found it ironic that while she slowly lost all she wanted to keep close that the one thing she wanted out of her life for good still kept popping up..
From the moment we are born everything is meetings and partings. Meetings are always fleeting things, but some partings can be far more permanent.
When she was little she thought the best way to deal with the monster under the bed was befriending him. Growing up her outlook on dealing with her fears never changed much..
There's something about finishing a story. If you're writing it or reading it there's the feeling of parting with old friends when it's done. The feeling is an irresistible bittersweet one..
Even when the night seems darkest The moon is still out there somewhere waiting to shine.
She wasn't afraid of being broken - she'd been there before and put herself back together. What she was afraid of was the winds that could scatter the pieces beyond recovery..
A window stands alone A cold sheet of glass Neither inside nor outside Always in between Neither here nor there Always alone.
The sun shines on the wall, Yet it cannot see the light..
As I gaze upon sleeping trees, I yearn for the blossoms of the lilies of the valley..
Why is it that Those you long for Remain ever absent Yet those you want gone Refuse to leave. Ah, the ironies of life!.
The night is dark The sky is clear Yet no stars Nor moon appear.