Who inspires you the most?

People who fight adversity and those who are stronger than they know and humble about their talent. Also, compassionate people who give back.

You've got the questions; I've got the answers.

Imperfect

This is not a cry for help, this is my truth.
This is not a ploy for attention, this is my life.
Did I ask for this? This pain? This is pain.
Not one bit.
But with the prize and aesthetics comes the reality that one must face.
So, I got help.
But here I remain, living my life through the eyes of the past while glancing forward at the past, the present, the future.
The me I once was, the me I am, the me I will be, all in one.
My wants, needs, desires, hopes, and dreams all melting into one another.
I remain, imperfection.
I tasted, perfection.
My mouth dry hoping for that taste to come again, knowing that it cannot happen.
I'm not strong enough, or rather, I'm stronger than I imagined.
Stuck in the spiraling staircase I plunge forward, each step lighter than the next. Or heavier.
Who knows?
Who is to be the deciding factor?
Me and all my imperfection.

♪ Love me, love me, say that you love me (I can't care 'bout anything but you). ♪

Why yes, I am wearing a Cardigan.. sweater that is. ;p

You've got the questions; I've got the answers.

It's Only Me Now

Unrobed in dark crevices,
our shadows curve into one another,
as our pulsing hearts beat like mockingbird wings in flight.
Painful silence seizes the air as a gasp,
a gasp utters,
from the creak in the old, wooden floor.
Each step towards you feels weighted down,
like an extra person clumsily attached to me. Each step is like a betrayal, a rejection rather than an acceptance.
Flirting dangerously with disastor, I know better than to be here.
To be here with you,
that is.
But here I am,
exposed,
open,
fragile,
clutching tightly onto the empty promises and false hopes that I've always kept maintained for you and you alone.
I'm a seemingly strong person, but with you, one glance and I melt like a childhood popsicle left out on the tire swing in summer.
Flight, an empty word, I think.
You, aware of your power over me, know that one touch,
just one touch, would destroy me. Because of your strength and my weakness you could strangle me, like Mice and Men, with your hands bare.
Yet you choose, to lightly dance your fingertips on my smooth skin. You dare not come any closer, believing that you could protect me from your own darkness. Despite my begging,
pleading,
compromising,
threats, and overall hysteria, you watch me and guard me as if I'm a wounded bird.
But, don't you know that I want you? For you to be the one to destroy me?
Aren't you aware how much I crave you and your bear claws? Doesn't my need for you seep into the space between us?
Let your walls down. I've let mine down for you.
Your words and actions mean nothing if the two are not simultaneous.
But as the winter chill of that fateful night, the ice you built between us is nowhere near the point of oblivion, and are bodies are no longer entangled in a sweet embrace.
You know me,
you cannot deny that.
One day,
one of these days in this lifetime,
or the next,
I will drown in you.
Ready or not, here I come.

I think the city seems so cold, maybe it's too cool...

Day 10billion- Songs you listen to when you are Happy and Sad
HAPPY?: Tire Swing, Let's Dance to Joy Division, Just Dance, Peacock, Firework, My Life Would Suck Without You, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, Boysboysboys, There She Goes, Killer Queen, Bicycle, any show tunes, Parachutes, Ingrid.

SAD?: Opera, or heavy metal, or Ingrid, or Creep, The Point of No return, Purple Rain..
I listen to a hell of a lot more, I chose to include these songs on here cause I just hit the recently played button on my Ipod aka I'm lazy :p

Listening to some sappy songs and enjoying the day. Woot. Happy Monday, fools.
Oh yea, it's a fun world we live in. and I forgot it was a Monday.. Me and my memory. Insane.

Make me smile and you've got my heart, but watch out, with caution proceed.

Kill them with kindness...

Day 03289759279- Something you’re proud of in the past few days
I'm proud that I've been able to be open to change and accept in all my unique traits and even new interests that I never wanted to admit we're there but have always been there. What is it? Something for me to know and get used to and for you to be patient and in due time will find out. I'm also proud that I've been hanging out with friends rather than on my lonesome.

Currently, I'm in the tech center, procrastinating and watching the couple next to me play footsie as I write this. Do you know what I love? Holding hands. Anyone's hand, it doesn't matter who, and can totally be platonic but just the warmth of another makes me heart smile.

This week's goal before turkey day is to kill em with kindness. Take that anyway you want, I care only for my own definition of the mantra, phrase if you will. Alright, folks, this thorny girl has got to learn how to play some Bb, Eb, and Ab scales on piano with the diatonic triads. Yeehaw!!

It's just pretend, my dear.

Utter those three words and I'll smile.
Understand my faults and love me for all my imperfections. All I ask for, is love.
Love, love, love, not that puppy dog kind, we're in the major leagues now and you're up to bat.
But, you aren't well enough, yet, my love. I wish you were. Time will only tell where this will go but for now I'll sit and smile.
Because, you told me those three words.

You, I love.