Saturday, Nov. 3 — Write something risky. You know, that post you’ve always wanted to write but didn’t because you’re afraid of how your readers will react. You’re afraid of what your family and friends will think. Yes, that one. That’s the post you need to write and you need to write it right now.Continue reading “(ch)Risk day 3”
LIES RUSH OVER ME THE COLDNESS STEALS MY BREATH THE ACID BURNS my heart in the pit of my stomach my pulse races almost as if in a rhythmic pattern my body trembles head to toe can’t control my limbs feel like I’m watching from afar out of body experience frigid insides the sound ofContinue reading “8|16|00”
(again, I never thought I could feel so strongly for another man in my entire life. I was even honest with the New Yorker, and told him that Pooky was going to be imprinted on my heart forever. I had no idea I could feel this way again…until Mr. Big) Am I in love withContinue reading “6|12|00”
And it’s the last thing I wanted to say the only thing I knew to do. Why didn’t you stop me? God how I believed in you. I think you’re lying to yourself trying to make your feelings true.
My first TRUE love. That is a lot of the reason that I am going to share things I wrote so long ago. It helps me to understand myself…and in a way, it frees me (if that makes ANY sense). Again, I am not pining over Pooky or wanting him back in my life romanticallyContinue reading “3|6|01”
“I’M NOT SAYIN’ THERE WAS (sic) NOTHING WRONG, (sic) I JUST DIDN’T THINK YOU’D EVER GET TIRED OF ME.” I JUST DID’NT (sic) WANNA LET YOU GET AWAY (from me) I’m so unsure, my feelings are real. It’s driving me crazy constantly wondering how do you feel? about me, about us My worries, are theyContinue reading “January 28, 2001”
Sometimes I wonder Are they right? Is the hand I hold the one that holds me down? They don’t know you. Do I really know me? I see forever with you, But I’m not sure of the forever I once dreamed of. Could it be jealousy ignorance or pure honesty Why do I care I’mContinue reading “November 24, 2000”
I assumed that it would forever be you; your memory has always cast a (dark?) shadow over other possible ones. When I admitted to you that you are my forever love, I felt free. I can finally say “goodbye” and move on; it’s true. I cannot believe it has taken me a decade to understandContinue reading “Relief”