MOVED, and actually relatively activeSo I moved, and am years older and a much better writer.
Come visit me at
MovedYears older, Less lovely, More honest,Moved
You won't find me
here anymore
I'm Moved On.
hurtsThe pain in my neck beats at my mind, as I lie on my side on the bed, still in my clothes, rumpled,hurts
Taking solace in the gold and delicate chain around my neck.
Pain makes me so weak, shakes my foundations, Twists my stomach so it stays empty,
rends my limbs so the muscles tremble,
And I hate it. Pain takes my thoughts, and makes them all throb and ache, makes even speaking grate in my ears. It hurts to blink.
Rant for the MuseMuse!!Rant for the Muse
Fickle female you Muse You lead me on for ages then drop me flat.
You pest you demigoddess you whore you fairy-queen Muse.
You male, you boorish self important thing you, going on about your big ideas and then leaving me at home while you run out with the fellas and carouse about town. Muse.
Where did you get to?
And what do I have to do to get you back?
You want me to drag you back and keep you here on a leash by the desk? In some dungeon? Kinda twisted if you ask me.
Or would you rather I coaxed you, bribed and enticed you back treated
Only After MidnightTo search –Only After Midnight
it’s the longest trip out ahead of my life, around midnight, another move in the cycle of divorce from the marble parlour and home’s
bone China, evening beginning the stubble of a drive back along the heaviest of clockwork coast; the spindles, machinery and coils arcing
obediently, just as ladders bent through the dark.
She will leave the car-mat paraphernalia of Judo Monthly and Universe Magazine catching, then repealing the night around the clutch. Or sometimes,
maps of the entire Western hemisphere, its obstacles in hardback, th
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"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am."
--Sylvia Plath
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There's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path.
--Morpheus
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Chuck Norris' smile once brought a puppy back to life.
I swear to treat them well.
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being undead isn't being alive
- e.e. cummings
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
- bob dylan
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