I took a letterpress class this weekend and it was so. much. fun. If there's a class in your area, I highly recommend taking it. Yay.
Real Art from a Pretend Artist
I'm not an artist. I'm not a writer. I'm merely someone who doodles and scribbles and occasionally jots words down.
Monday, February 13, 2012
missing you.
i don't say i miss you
to hear it said back.
i say it cuz its easier
than listing all i lack.
i miss you is way more
than what the words imply.
cuz i miss the two of us -
the laughter and mince pie.
snuggling on the couch,
sitting with my thane.
going on evening strolls -
i miss the mundane.
i miss saturday mornings,
just laying in bed.
i miss saying nothing
just scratching your head.
your arms holding me close
warming more than skin.
kisses that feel so good
they warm my soul within.
i miss the small things.
i miss the big things, too.
but most of all i just miss
it being me and you.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
my dog ate my homework.
i am so sick of excuses. be honest and you don't need to waste time coming up with and then spouting them off.
just. be. honest.
just. be. honest.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
We Can No Longer Be
My misery kept you happy.
I shed the misery.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
My weight kept you thin.
I shed the weight.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
My self-hate kept you in self-love.
I shed the self-hate.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
My doubts kept you confident.
I shed the doubt.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
My weaknesses kept you strong.
I shed the weakness.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
My past kept you ahead.
I shed that past.
You need it back.
So we can no longer be.
We can no longer be.
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