It is a dreary February day and the snow swirls, falling slowly outside my window, belying the turbulence in my tiny room. My head in my hand, I sigh and look back to my desk, adjusting one of the meticulously aligned pencils to match its partners more perfectly. My eyes glaze over and I stare vaguely at the paper before me and watch the scene play inside my head.
"Well, I just don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
"I don't KNOW! Stop asking me, I don't know what I think."
"That's bullshit."
Silence.
"I'm sorry."
More silence.
Then the key turns in the ignition and I drive away, dropping my best friend off at his cold, dark
Willful Mayhem
Mal woke up abruptly, sitting up in his bed and panting. He flung his head from side to side, his shaggy hair smacking him in the face as his panicked eyes frantically searched out the dark recesses of the room for his attacker. His breath slowed as he remembered where he was. He leaned back onto his elbows and closed his eyes, reaching his neck back and letting out a long, frustrated sigh. For a while, he held that position, meditating on the dream that had caused him to wake so suddenly. He slowly leaned forward again, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders and grabbing his clock, checking the time in the pale moonlight fr
It is a dreary February day and the snow swirls, falling slowly outside my window, belying the turbulence in my tiny room. My head in my hand, I sigh and look back to my desk, adjusting one of the meticulously aligned pencils to match its partners more perfectly. My eyes glaze over and I stare vaguely at the paper before me and watch the scene play inside my head.
"Well, I just don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
"I don't KNOW! Stop asking me, I don't know what I think."
"That's bullshit."
Silence.
"I'm sorry."
More silence.
Then the key turns in the ignition and I drive away, dropping my best friend off at his cold, dark
Willful Mayhem
Mal woke up abruptly, sitting up in his bed and panting. He flung his head from side to side, his shaggy hair smacking him in the face as his panicked eyes frantically searched out the dark recesses of the room for his attacker. His breath slowed as he remembered where he was. He leaned back onto his elbows and closed his eyes, reaching his neck back and letting out a long, frustrated sigh. For a while, he held that position, meditating on the dream that had caused him to wake so suddenly. He slowly leaned forward again, rolling the stiffness from his shoulders and grabbing his clock, checking the time in the pale moonlight fr
Long nights, long days
I'm tired in so many ways
Why should loving make me hated?
I listen, til your fury's sated
With a blank look upon my face.
I can't believe that we'd embrace
Each other, arm in arm
Believing there to be no harm
When clearly, you cannot stand
What I do and who I am.
I'm boiling up inside my gut
You're the reason for this cut
Upon my breast, deep and wide.
You didn't listen, never even tried.
When I told you who he is
And why I love him, cuz of his
Protection, heart, compassion, brains
And how he helps me, though I'm insane.
"You should complement each other,"
You said, always the mother.
But you never
I am unlikely to update this with any regularity. I just like art and I like having a place to store, view, and display my own and look at others work, etc. I am a young person and I quite enjoy reading and most forms of music and good arguments with intelligent and respectful people. I am studying to be an anthropologist and I may go into gender studies or linguistics or something completely different. I love to cook and some of my food may show up here depending on my camera availability at the end of my cooking. I like to work with clay, paint, write, draw, and generally express myself in whatever form i like at the time. So, there. If you