|Thursday, December 30th, 2004|
Long left dust to scatter in the four winds
Now crushed under the iron boot
He rises again, newly equipped
The cycle broken in the flames
Lessons spoken thrice not soon forgot
Master of his own domain
And yet a wanderer
The child of stars offers understanding
|Monday, January 19th, 2004|
It's the silly little memories that make him smile, like running out of a restaurant and giggling about it, like singing along to old rock songs to each other, like holding hands in front of friends for the first time. These moments they conspire together. Current Mood: memories
|Tuesday, November 25th, 2003|
The rolling of her eyes
Her smile belies Current Mood: memory
|Tuesday, October 7th, 2003|
All my present invested in my future.
All the past forgotten.
Hope sustained endlessly through will.
Construction of mind betrays my heart.
|Tuesday, September 16th, 2003|
Does he refrain from giving straightforward compliments because he's shy, or because he is cynical enough to believe they'll sound false? In the end, the ones he does give are so subtle as to go right over their heads sometimes.
|Sunday, September 14th, 2003|
She sparkles. He takes her hand, and she holds tight, not wanting to be lost in the crowd. She doesn't let go, but after a few songs they put an arm around each other. Soon the interval comes, and without really knowing how or why they have their first kiss. It's the first of many that night. By the time they leave he is sparkling too. Current Mood: memory
|Tuesday, September 9th, 2003|
Stumbling towards a solution, learning by his mistakes. At least he does learn.
|Saturday, August 30th, 2003|
Sometimes he wonders if there is something wrong with him.
Most of the time he just knows.
|Wednesday, August 27th, 2003|
|Tuesday, August 26th, 2003|
Once he's spent a while thinking, trying to figure out how to say what needs to be said, in the end: if it needs to be said, just say it.
Sometimes he makes himself cry.
What truth is there to be found in these fragments, broken pieces of a broken mind, scattered remnants of fragile beliefs, sparse glimpses of long-gone memories? What worth is there in a truth that is not the whole truth?
|Wednesday, August 13th, 2003|
Do you like to listen to music... or do you prefer the sound of your own voice?
|Thursday, August 7th, 2003|
He is everything you have inside that never came out. He is the you that tried to hide from the world. He is what you could be, were you free.
|Tuesday, August 5th, 2003|
If he could carry the whole weight of the world on his shoulders, he would.
But he can't.
|Thursday, July 31st, 2003|
Four - see the darkness upon the world
Three - sides to every story
Two - minutes to midnight
One - way to solve all problems
Twist the knife in the wound again.
Only through pain can we learn.
|Wednesday, July 16th, 2003|
|far off grace
Some days, the only way he gets by is to retreat into that other world, to drink enough to no longer remember, to dream of the pain released in a rage of gore.
|Saturday, July 12th, 2003|
|do you really want to know?
Some questions, he wishes he knew the answer to, but if he asks, he knows he won't like the answer he gets. Current Mood: memory
|Friday, June 20th, 2003|
Layers within layers.
Circles within circles.
Does the truth hide the lie, or the lie the truth?
|Wednesday, June 4th, 2003|
Raised whip-welts glow on pale skin. Parchment-brittle flesh stretched translucent over exposed ribs. Twisted inky shapes writhe on living canvas. Current Mood: vision