now all that's left
the shadows
we don't care for the myths

the delusions they let grasp,
latch onto their throat
no

trust us, Alice
we've seen
felt
melt
the core

only to be replaced with
truth of being

they led to believe
it wasn't good
when it was the best

denial what a strong drug
that deluded the minds of
innocence
ignorance
same difference

It’s my addiction to frequently read what’s to be said by Jamie and others of To Write Love On Her Arms. I discovered Renee’s story about a couple of years ago, in late 2006, and I’ve struggled even since then. It’s not immediate gratification that their words and stories bring to you, it’s hope and change. Their vision is mine, their vision is what I need, what I want. Once again, I am going to quote from the TWLOHA blog.

“The vision is that we actually believe these things…

You were created to love and be loved. You were meant to live life in relationship with other people, to know and be known. You need to know that your story is important and that you’re part of a bigger story. You need to know that your life matters. We live in a difficult world, a broken world. My friend Byron is very smart - he says that life is hard for most people most of the time. We believe that everyone can relate to pain, that all of us live with questions, and all of us get stuck in moments. You need to know that you’re not alone in the places you feel stuck.

We all wake to the human condition. We wake to mystery and beauty but also to tragedy and loss. Millions of people live with problems of pain. Millions of homes are filled with questions – moments and seasons and cycles that come as thieves and aim to stay. We know that pain is very real. It is our privilege to suggest that hope is real, and that help is real.

The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.

The vision is the possibility that we’re more loved than we’ll ever know.

The vision is hope, and hope is real.

You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.”

You change your mind like a girl, changes clothes. Yeah, you pms like a bitch, I would know

Truth be told, I pms like a bitch.

I lied. There is.

Procrastination. 'Nuff said.

Holy shit! I haven't posted on here or looked at this thing if FOREVER! I'm really gonna try and get on here more often, even though I don't have many friends on here. I'll look more into this later.

<3 The Mother Load

dont stare into the eyes of evil,
it will seduce you into a world of hate and solitude,
seperated from the only love

dont you hear it,
my thoughts arent they obvious?
cut me open,
watch the flowers fly,
revealing addiction, lust.

this ones for the time,
i lied and you didn't see,
this ones for you,
the believer of deceivers

isn't it human to lie,
then to confess,
the sins that hang your soul,
watch the flowers die,
revealing the true you.

this ones for the time,
i didn't lie,
this ones for you,
the clueless to truth.

its forever now, intertwined,
like the subtle growth of,
amaranthine