Altoids tin full of hardcore.

Keep your over the counter,
I need a prescription.
Something fast something quick,
to fuel this addiction.

Did I say addiction?
I meant disease.
I couldn't be the cause,
of symptoms like these.

No I couldn't have birthed it,
not nary a chance,
but I let secrets like blood,
now hand me a lance.

Xanax or Prozac,
I want something stronger.
Eight hour relief,
I need something longer.

Something to numb me,
like Ativan,
I think we can do better,
Yes, we surely can.

Put me to sleep,
with a tranquilizer.
We'll be dead before the morning
and no one will be the wiser.

Come on, Garby loves you!

Today, I am thankful for Drew bringing me a new book to read. I am also thankful it appears my oil has stopped leaking. and lastly, I am thankful for God.

This weak.

and I am going to pray for everyone who I encounter each day.

Expurgate.

There is something,
that lives within.
A tiny being
apart from myself.
It makes decisions
disregarding my opinions.
It gives the appearance
of conflict.
A deceptive duality.
It makes me question my motives.
I wish I could
tell it how I feel.
But I fear
it might wreak havoc.
It is a vengeful being.
I wish it would leave.
I can only hope.

The five point virus.

The tiny nodules,
scream out in agony.
Infected.
The virus grips them
with gloved hands,
soaked in ammonia.
They suffocate.
A dull absence.
and 16 years are lost.
Never to be regained.
Every ounce drained.
Every thread of creativity,
executed.
The guillotine blade drips
of farcical standards.
Burned.
The ashen remains set aside for a date unspecified.
Year after year.
The virus takes it's toll.
No longer malignant.
It's effects are exponential.
Taking and squeezing.
Asphyxiating and crushing.
abrogated.
The gap of definition
decreases with each wretched mark.
Alas! We are but a number.
A tally.
A score.
No face.
No name.
No significance.
The ashes of individuality are gathered.
Placed into a vase, the shell of our former selves.
Empty now.
Tied with a ribbon of compliance.
They place it in our hands.
The frail cardstock reads:
Happy graduation.




I hope this effectively expresses my utter hatred of star testing.

Adventures of the bunnies.

So yesterday, indescribable. If you know what I'm talking abut then so be it. And if you don't you most likely don't need to. Then today Shelly, Chels, Allex, Nicole, and I dressed out (see picture.) including bandanas tied to what apparently looked like bunny ears. Thus the loving and respectful nickname of "the playboy bunnies" at Laser Qwest. Then we ate delicious sushi at Wassabi. In a nutshell, I am destined to make this the best spring break ever.

70.

I wanted to save this somewhere and beings as that Im not on my computer, I figured this was as good of a place as any.
Don't read it.


Sixteen years ago, on an insignificant day in history, a child was born. This baby was unlike that baby born in manger we so often hear about. This baby was not a savior, this baby was not blameless, or holy, rather, this baby would go through adolescence making inumerable mistakes and screwing up more times than anyone around her could count. She would not save humanity, although she liked to think she did impact a few people. She made decisions she would regret for years to come and she let down people very close to her. Of course she wasn't a complete detriment to the world, she contributed to society through any and every artistic medium. Regardless of her faults, for some reason there were people who still loved her. She tried not to care what people thought of her, although through her teen years, this became increasingly difficult. She learned things and developed her own opinions after finding that it's never a good idea to be spoon-fed your ideals. Luckily at a young age, she found it was impossible to go this life alone and relied on God to help her. Sometimes she would question her faith when things got tough, but through several unfavorable circumstances, she realized that bad things often do happen to good people, but life goes on whether she liked it or not. And it was always easier to have God by her side. She found that people don't always keep promises, and she found that people change just as often as clothing trends do. She developed some important relationships that taught her many things about life, happiness, and other matters of the sorts. As for now though, she is just trying to live her life, keeping in mind that circumstances change quickly, and it's best to see the silver lining even in the darkest of clouds.

Irhyme.

A divine intervention,
please don't interrupt.
Everything's to my liking,
albeit corrupt.

A divine refusal,
no need for a hand.
A declaration of infidelity,
just as I planned.