Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Past Love

Past Love

Stare into my pools of brownness without knowing how to ease my pain,
Watch my lake drain into the surface of my being.
All I want from you is to show me the love I earn,
As whimpers escape my lips, yours hushed mine.
Now hold my hand whisper sweet Somethings in my ear
I want your love
Trust was too hard and knowing was obvious
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing more.
Look into my empty lakes, realize my strain to continue.
My willingness has died.
We are of past loves.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Rummaging through old writing ... and stumbled upon this

August 12, 2007

It is your experiences and what you’ve gone through that chip away at the mold; creating who you are.
How you sustain, rebuild and polish up our rough parts is ultimately how you choose to live and enjoy life.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


Everything that is happening at this moment in a result of the choices you've made in the past.
- deepak chopra