January 2011
32 posts
How broken is your heart?
Tell someone something often enough – and some of...
“It’s not just what we believe about others that influences how we see things. Equally important is how we perceive ourselves. In the 2006 soccer World Cup in Germany, German police feted English fans - not exactly noted for their temperance on such occasions - as being the “best fans in the world”. The tournament passed off without incident. Not, of course, that the...
How many hearts would be invaded for the wrong...
Your guard is up and I know why, the last time you saw me will still burn in the back of your mind. You gave me roses and I left them there to die. In life we learn lessons. Sometimes we learn them the hard way, sometimes we learn them too late. This is something I’ve learnt too late. This is my apology. This is the best way I know how. So I’m swallowing my pride, writing this for all to see,...
A little empty and a little full.
I’ve been writing as long as I can remember. Reminiscing through posts when I first made this site, I found this. Written on May 24th, 2009.
Don’t make a sound I like you so much better with the sound off no lies, no noise to my ears I don’t want your hollow promises the lines you fed to the last sucker all that well rehearsed bullshit So don’t say a word, just hold me tight “Love” has so...
The broken clock is a comfort It helps me sleep...
Your emotions create a lump in your throat so...
I’m edgy and anxious and mentally drained and sexually starved and intellectually deprived and feeling perilously close to the edge of madness. And since I’m only a social drinker and haven’t spoken my mind since you, and it’s too late and too dark and too cold to run there is only one way I know to effectively go numb and that is to drive and drive some more and to keep driving. Fast and focused...
I won’t mince words. Tonight is not a good night.
I will wear waterproof mascara tonight, because if it proceeds like the past few, it will end in tears. If I’m quick, I will be able to swipe them away unnoticed, or even feign a pretty convincing sneeze and mutter something about allergies. Invariably, though, there will be one that will escape and stream hot and stubborn down my cheek, and there will be that someone, that drunken someone, that...
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more...”
– Mother Theresa
Too much of anything makes you an addict.
Blast your music so loud you can’t hear the edging thoughts in your subconscious. Drink so much you stop giving a damn. Snort, sniff, smoke whatever makes you feel anything, but what you really do. Sleep with that many people you forget the memory of my face. Lie your way around the questions asked by those who really care. Numbing the pain will only make it worse when you eventually feel it. How...
December 2010
39 posts
