Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

For Rolly

When God created you
he reached into the bluest part of the sky
and this is how he made your eyes
on my loneliest of days
I look up and search for you in heaven
the beauty I see means nothing
if you are not here to share it with
then I remember that you have seen it all
and I have experienced nothing
I only know the stories of your worldly adventures
those that encourage me to go on my own journey
the sky inspires me
the bluest part
your eyes


Friday, September 18, 2009

do you beleive in me?

free write

i need to be restored. my mind is broken, my heart is broken. i am in a billion pieces. where is the handyman i long for? if you know anyone available, please tell them my heart has an opening. i pay well. i offer benefits, such as insurance. if i break your heart, i promise to give you a new one.

my heart is an untold story. in search of a talented writer to organize my life into an enchanting tale. someone who will add his own twist, i will want to eat up his every word. his writings will cast a spell on me, and leave me wondering what will happen next. he will give me the perfect ending, even if its not happily ever after.

take my picture. im hiring a photographer to capture my heart. he will take my picture, and show me how beautiful i am. something i have not seen in a while. he will show me the perfect way to pose. his camera will capture all my love.

but my soul needs a caretaker, most of all. there is a lonely sign, hanging in the vacant window of my heart that reads:



Thursday, September 17, 2009

steppin on kittens

"fuck you kanye, its like you stepped on a kitten" - katy perry

'hills like white elephants'

'What did you say?'
'I said we could have everything.'
'No, we can't.'
'We can have the whole world.'
'No, we can't.'
'We can go everywhere.'
'No, we can't. It isn't ours any more.'
'It's ours.'
'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.'
'But they haven't taken it away.'

-by ernest hemingway

my new favorite short story, pls read it!