when posting beats real therapy.
Why Can I Only Blog When I Am Unhappy?
Have I cried like this before?
I think I have.
But it lacked the heart and mind, so assumed.
Can I write like this again?
Only when the disappointment strikes,
inevitable ten pins bowled.
Why do talents wane and twist?
The worded hurt, that hides itself,
when I believe my lying thoughts.
Does Unhappiness turn becoming?
The inspirations of an idle soul,
A truly fitting ideal.
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acolytes
- 2008
- 9/01/09
- about hot chocolate? - well a little
- am starting to tag my posts again
- anemones
- anger
- angsty
- books
- boxing day
- brendan urie could sing this to my satisfaction
- chocolate
- christmas
- clearing out my stationary
- coincidence
- complaints
- fa la la la la
- fairytales
- family
- fap
- festive
- fish
- frustrated
- i
- listen to closer by lovers electric before you read - it's at the top.
- lolcat
- love
- man i feel like a woman.
- mega-angst
- my face drawing failed - so have a gross-face picture regardless.
- once ago
- P.S each is for a different person
- quote
- ramble
- screwed
- sexuallyfrustratedpreteennonsense
- shopping
- siblings
- sick
- sparkle sparkle sparkle
- the current state of sitara
- the truth and resolution
- thoughts
- under construction
- will scan the original sometime
2 comments:
but do remember, when those pins are bowled
some incredible machine places them upright again.
love.
like this blog. like diana's comment.
xo
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