The Faces on My Walls

I've been covering my walls with various pictures. There's about 100 at the moment. I haven't done anything creative in awhile. Mostly because I'm such a stress ball. I have 5 exams coming up. I'm actually excited for them if that makes sense. After it's all over, I'll get to go back home. My parents finished my bedroom floor and apparently I have a 40" flat screen waiting for me too :D

I've been watching Skins again. I compare the characters to people in my life. Sid is Greg and Michelle is definitely Kara.


I'm in a random happy moment. I can't think of anything to write and it doesn't bug me.

I found a really simple and beautiful tattoo design a few days ago. It's a dove. I really enjoy symbols of freedom and peace, after all... I am a total hippie. But, seriously, I essentially live my life uninhibited by anything or anyone. I'm not one to be held back I guess. I can be cruel in my fierce independence, and I wish I could avoid hurting people.


I miss my mice. They were so fun and small. Once I have my own house next year, I'm going to get one and name him Dennis. He will be my best friend.

Two Cold Little Bodies Became Food One Day

A cardboard coffin found with a hole.
The hole leads nowhere now,
but it did before.

It was a warm place,
where their end was final.
A resting place.
But they rest no more.
They are gone now.
In more ways than one.

Two cold little bodies
became food one day.
Their warmth had been replaced.
In more than one way.

Picking flowers to beautify her home,
the girl stopped and stared
an image was burning her eyes.
While standing frozen, petrified, surprised.

Face of stone.
Heart beating fast.
Stood in her room alone.
Letting go, hiding no more.
Tears fell, but could not warm
the cold in that cardboard coffin found with a hole.

She had tried and tried with all her core.
But, they would always be food, nothing less.
Nothing more.