Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Broken
A beautiful Dream, scattered into pieces. Now I walk alone. Surrounded by wishes, and thoughts. We were so close to what could have been, and now it will never be.
Im alone, In a movie theater, at the pier by the ocean, or even a simple sandwhich shop, I'm tortured by the haunted memories of when we were together. These places remind me of you. I still hear your voice, but I can't see your face. Im alone.
And now I walk alone. Down and down a never ending staircase, Chasing what used to be. Looking behind closed doors, calling out your name. Echoes.. I Keep walking alone.
I start too run, alone. Outside, Into a blizzard. windy, freezing, wet. I open my eyes, and the sunlight stings my skin. The dryness cracks the ground around me. I fall into another memory of you. But I'm still alone
Now I remember, You walk outside alone, leaving me alone. I look through the window and see your taillights fading into the snowy night. I stand in the house alone. I call out your name, Echoes..
I close my eyes now, And I run outside into the snow, chasing you. running as fast as I can away from the loneliness. I call your name, and I see the brake lights in the distance barely recognizable in the snowy darkness. I catch up. As soon as I get to the drivers side door, I look inside too tell you Im sorry. But before I see your face, My eyes open up, And I am still Alone. Very, Very, Very Alone.. In the room where you left me, wishing I had chased you.
Im alone, In a movie theater, at the pier by the ocean, or even a simple sandwhich shop, I'm tortured by the haunted memories of when we were together. These places remind me of you. I still hear your voice, but I can't see your face. Im alone.
And now I walk alone. Down and down a never ending staircase, Chasing what used to be. Looking behind closed doors, calling out your name. Echoes.. I Keep walking alone.
I start too run, alone. Outside, Into a blizzard. windy, freezing, wet. I open my eyes, and the sunlight stings my skin. The dryness cracks the ground around me. I fall into another memory of you. But I'm still alone
Now I remember, You walk outside alone, leaving me alone. I look through the window and see your taillights fading into the snowy night. I stand in the house alone. I call out your name, Echoes..
I close my eyes now, And I run outside into the snow, chasing you. running as fast as I can away from the loneliness. I call your name, and I see the brake lights in the distance barely recognizable in the snowy darkness. I catch up. As soon as I get to the drivers side door, I look inside too tell you Im sorry. But before I see your face, My eyes open up, And I am still Alone. Very, Very, Very Alone.. In the room where you left me, wishing I had chased you.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Warning: Blogs are Addictive
Sooooo I wasn't too sure about this whole blog thing in the start, It kinda just reminded me of myspace, or facebook, or twitter (which I <3). Anyways, My uncertainty has turned into obsession. Im thinking about you like Im thinking about this blog. Seriously. This blog has become my Drug..
Street name: Blog, THE net, Addictivefrickensubstance
Effects: Lack of sleep, metaphorical speech pattern, lack of focus, Increase in desire to write...
Seriously, this stuff's good. What's in it?.... Creativity :)
Street name: Blog, THE net, Addictivefrickensubstance
Effects: Lack of sleep, metaphorical speech pattern, lack of focus, Increase in desire to write...
Seriously, this stuff's good. What's in it?.... Creativity :)
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thinkin Of You
"What are you thinking about?"
What do you think Im thinking about? Do you think Im thinking about You? because I am, like crazy, Like a warm bottle thinks about a baby. Who thinks about it's mom like Im thinking about you and words for this prompt..
Im Thinking about you like mathmeticians think of algorithems, like birds think about flying, and gothics think about crying, Im thinking about you like its my job.. and Im putting in over time
Im thinking about you around the clock, At 12, 3, 6, 9 A.m or P.m it doesn't matter because theres always time for you.. Unless Im busy thinking about you.
Im thinking about you, like a desperate boy trying to think of words to keep the conversation going with the hottest girl in class, like she's thinking of a way too end the conversation, but he won't let her end it because she's kind of leading him on even though she doesn't know it so it's just awkward for everyone around that whole situation..
Im simply thinking about you..
And If I sound obsessive it's because I am, about you.. And Im thinking about you thinking about me being obsessive over you.. So if you ask me, " What are you thinking about?" I wont say Im thinking about you..
What do you think Im thinking about? Do you think Im thinking about You? because I am, like crazy, Like a warm bottle thinks about a baby. Who thinks about it's mom like Im thinking about you and words for this prompt..
Im Thinking about you like mathmeticians think of algorithems, like birds think about flying, and gothics think about crying, Im thinking about you like its my job.. and Im putting in over time
Im thinking about you around the clock, At 12, 3, 6, 9 A.m or P.m it doesn't matter because theres always time for you.. Unless Im busy thinking about you.
Im thinking about you, like a desperate boy trying to think of words to keep the conversation going with the hottest girl in class, like she's thinking of a way too end the conversation, but he won't let her end it because she's kind of leading him on even though she doesn't know it so it's just awkward for everyone around that whole situation..
Im simply thinking about you..
And If I sound obsessive it's because I am, about you.. And Im thinking about you thinking about me being obsessive over you.. So if you ask me, " What are you thinking about?" I wont say Im thinking about you..
Friday, September 2, 2011
Love is..
Love is.. Top Ten
- Love is an Ice cube on the hot cement
- Love is a cold shower on a snowy day
- Love is a crying baby in church during prayer (annoying, but you put up with it)
- Love is Chuck Norris
- Love is a pleasurable pain (it hurts so good)
- Love is positively negative
- Love is
notgetting asked too prom - Love is like a hot pocket (A hard shell, with melting desire inside)
- Love is a lack of sleep
- Love is nothing, and Everything, It's our sadness, joy, and anger. It's the worlds most addictive drug, impossible to try just once, but everyone's still doing it. But most of all,
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The Story Of Success
I'm new to the blogging community, but I have experience in myspace, facebook, and twitter. I recently had to rehab my facebook addiction tho, which meant deactivating it for a short period. I'm excited to be in this class and to be able to creatively write! I think often times good writers are judged too harshly by readers (teachers) who have very limited creativity, which as a result narrows the creativity of the writer. I look forward too seeing what others have to say in the private protection of their pseudonyms, and to also be able to write freely!
Malcolm Out
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