arizonahotrock

Geez...I don't update this shit nearly enough. I'm finally done with the semester. Finally. And I got my grades back...3.75. Holy shit. my highest before that was a 3.08 3 semesters ago. Go me.

So lately, I've been doing nothing. Watching movies and tv. And working. That's about it. Maybe if my life were more exciting I would update this more often. Hmm...I have an idea that just hit me. I do some writing in the spare time that I have. Poetry, mainly. Sometimes I write songs for a band I'll never be in because I can't sing or play an instrument (though I think I'm going to learn how to play bass...doesn't seem TOO complicated). So, if you like what you read, let me know. If you don't, let me know. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Oh, and please tell your friends to come and read it...that would be awesome.

So here's entry one...

Therapy Session

I had that dream again.
The dream where everything is fine,
Were actually together.
Considering my wanted thoughts,
This dream serves only to taunt me,
Torture me,
Destroy me.

Im second guessing myself constantly.
I dont know who is calling the shots
Am I the one in charge of Me ever?
Or is it Her sending the impulses down my spine?
This dream has become my turncoat friend,
My Brutus,
My Judas.

The best laid plans oft fail,
Though, I thought this one was guaranteed.
This dream chooses to remind me
Of how wrong I actually predicted.
Id rather never sleep than risk having this dream
This nightmare,
This terror.

Its like my brain is trying to scream,
But my mouth stays shut; my throat constricted.
She permeates my brain nightly,
Creating this desire, this necessity to bleed.
But will draining my blood unbound me from Her jail?
Her Solitary?
Her Electric Chair?




SO, there it is...let me know. And please, no one steal it. It's already published that won't do you any good.

Signing off....