Cartwheels
Some times, even when you are Nineteen, Life demands cartwheels. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tired
" CMU. I posted this as a comment." talk about needing sleep. Irony leaps and bounds around my head in a futile attempt at compostition. Tired So tired i don't even know how to spell tired. It just looks wrong like cracks in the sidewalk or something you look at so long you can't tell what it is... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Dare
You dare me to move. From this perceived safety. Into the tempest of thought, from trance to stir. You dare me to trust myself. All this with only words. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Slacker Me
I have been such a slacker. Here..... Sorry. It is going to take me forever to catch up on all reading. I missed it. Oldest daughter came home for a month. Been "kinda sorta" hectic. I believe preliminary assimilation complete..... at least for the moment. I wrote still, just with pen and paper. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Exposed
I have been over analyzing this evening. I probably should delete a post on another blog of mine, because in my mulling i have decided that as people who put words together to form sentences we are asking for a response. We are looking for a relationship with the reader of said sentences. We want... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
As tired as I am sleep should come easy, but rest is illusive. Thought possesses me long into the night. Something else begs to be written. Unknown to conscious thought. It makes its presence reality on paper. Could I be going crazy? Perhaps evaluation is in order. Words should not preempt all other... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Fleeting Thoughts
If everyone wrote, would traffic pile up? Everyone stopping to catch a thought on a scrap of paper and then swerving. trying to keep it from flying out the window. Holding it down with context against insecurity. Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Objectivity
God the World is Beautiful "Ugly" Do I know what awes me? I smiled when I asked that question. preference? fetish? objectivity? Do I make you up or just squish you together to fit? Readers vs writers. English Class Symbolism Foreshadowing Do I require a reader to think? Smiled again. I don't Rhyme... Sign in to see full entry.
Without a computer does this me exist?
Do I exist in this form anywhere else? Here, I am a description perhaps of actions, but words and thought processes reactions. Judged here only by words. Am I screaming to be let out, or thumbing my nose at the real me? Who I really am? or more appearances? All the same Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Today's List
I believe that I screamed something about living out loud, and then went silent. I do that sometimes. Decide things and then hide. The thing is, i start to type and i don't really know what is going to show up. My out loud voice has frightened others, and on occasion gotten me into trouble. My out... Sign in to see full entry.