Do you scream?

I turn out the light

as reality and fantasy fight.

The fetus of my imagination is hopeless

against the bully that is loveless.

I turn to one side and curl into a ball

as fantasy takes a fall.

Let me sink into the comforter

so that I may feel comfort.

My roommate moans in her sleep-

at least she will wake from her nightmare.

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to escape mine

and I am not even asleep yet.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

I lose my body to the other side twisting in the sheets-

I've been looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets.

I want my cocoon to birth me again and make me a beautiful butterfly.

Heart pumping faster

blood to every inch of my body.

I wriggle around my haven, reality takes a hit.

It is too warm to be Heaven, fantasy falls again.

When I realize the fetus dies there is nothing but silence

and I scream.

Future Plans

What to do?

Where to go?

In this moment

or in general--

I haven't decided yet.

I Broke

I am alone with a pen in hand.

My only friend is paper

and my air is words.

I don't need anything else.

My life is complete.

Kill the Lights

We kill the lights and put on a show.

It's all a lie, but you'd never know.

Holding off on a proper post for now.

"Sweets to the Sweet"

I will awaken.

I'm not dramatic just sensitive...

I usually don't like to discuss serious topics especially across the internet for strangers to read but an issue has arose in my life that got me into a confrontation with one of my closest friends. It made me realize some things about myself and I'd just like to share it with the world because I'm sure I'm not the only person that feels this way.

In the past, I've covered up a lot of things or just denied my own feelings with myself. But lately I've been trying something new. It's called just being myself. Many people claim to do this but who actually achieves it? People always dress a certain way to impress someone else. In many cases they even try to change themselves internal in order to impress the opposite sex. I know I've done it with both friends and boyfriends. But the madness had to stop, that's why I've decided just to be myself. If that means I'll be alone for the rest of my life then so be it. I think it's a hell of a lot better than conforming myself to fit someone else just because I find them attractive. Although, saying that I might, "be alone for the rest of my life," is exaggerated. I have the important people I need in my life already--people who love and care about me for who I am.

I am sensitive, NOT dramatic.

Get it right or get the hell out.

Babble Babble

I know I haven't posted anything in a while and the only other thing to read on here is a movie review. I apologize, readers! Hopefully, this will be one of many more (not so) relevant posts to this relevant blog (if that makes any sense whatsoever).

This is the first day in a while that I have refrained from taking any naps. I feel like I've been up for days when it's only been a couple of hours. My life was boring today, so I'll save you the trouble of reading a long unimportant link to my sickeningly normal life.

I'll be back soon with something worth reading, I promise.

Until next time. :]