You
Long ago, you saw me walking towards you.
My smile, clear, for all to see.
Pleasantries exchanged, on my approach, you turned to walk with me.
Together we travel, enjoying our time.
It became a veritable quest.
Both trying very seriously, to be the very best.
Sure, we had our moments, at times it would even seem
That far away ahead of us, a future, bright, would gleam.
But in the end, after a time,
No minds were blown: Not yours, not mine.
Our laughter faded, our smiles gone,
But still we kept going; plodding on.
And then, we realized that through it all,
A relationship held together by sex; and not much of that anymore at
You
Long ago, you saw me walking towards you.
My smile, clear, for all to see.
Pleasantries exchanged, on my approach, you turned to walk with me.
Together we travel, enjoying our time.
It became a veritable quest.
Both trying very seriously, to be the very best.
Sure, we had our moments, at times it would even seem
That far away ahead of us, a future, bright, would gleam.
But in the end, after a time,
No minds were blown: Not yours, not mine.
Our laughter faded, our smiles gone,
But still we kept going; plodding on.
And then, we realized that through it all,
A relationship held together by sex; and not much of that anymore at
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
I Owe it to the Dream People by pretendkisses, literature
Literature
I Owe it to the Dream People
I think I had another dream about him last night, but I can't be 100% sure of that, as these dreams have a way of bleeding into one-another, like a puzzle that is never completely finished. I couldn't tell you what has happened in my dreams about him recently, as I try my hardest not to remember, but I could definitely spend hours talking about the faces. If I close my eyes, I can still see his brother laughing eerily in my face; his greasy pimples bouncing up and down, as he moved about in his almost-retarted state. I can feel the tension, as I'm not completely sure what he was saying, but I can almost feel the threat of him releasing my sec
Wow,... It's been a while.
So... as it turns out... life doesn't always work out.
I don't know what to do... don't know where to go... can't shut my head off. Actually... I know HOW to shut my head off, but I'm not sure if I'm willing to do it. Seems like it'll create a bigger mess.
At some point in our relationship, I realized that we were on completely different planes in a lot of ways. I needed time to think. That didn't work out well either.
So... here I am. Sitting in my freezing apartment, waiting for the heat to come on... no plans for the holidays anymore... no real companionship to speak of in the near future (for some reason
Hah. It's amazing. I was having a bad day. Work was awful, I was surrounded by idiots who didn't know the first thing about what they were trying to do, and then were amazed when I couldn't accomplish it magically for them in two hours.
I came home pissed, tired, and wanting to just relax and forget about it.
Then she stopped in on her way home from school. 30 Minutes later (now), I watched her walk out the door to go home to her parents, but my whole day has changed. I've known for a while now, but watching her wink and laugh as she walked out my door really reminded me of how completely happy I would be just to spend the rest of my l
Fuck Finals. That's all I have to say on that subject.
In other news, I hate finals.
But moving on. My baby is coming home soon. Can't wait. 5 Weeks! Booyah. 5 weeks with nothing to do. I cannot fucking wait. And, after she's back in my bed, I might actually get a decent night's sleep. Finally. I will gladly pay the relatively small price of losing my covers repeatedly throughout the night.
What am I not impressed with? My life at the moment. Besides my amazing (and amazing y hot) girlfriend, my life is a pain in my ass. Bah. But I'm talking to my old friend Bethany, and listening to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. So that's be