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| "Kiss your head, don't say a thing. We'll live forever in books, Darling." |
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| Last Updated: March 11, 2003 |
| I guess I'll use this page to showcase my favorite works. I wrote this stuff... It's nothing too complex or pro or anything like that, just my little emotions and thoughts in type. I hope you enjoy. |
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| The Miner - 5/8/01 My heart used to skip so wildly for him, I can almost taste the way he made me feel, I hung onto his eyes like stars grip onto the morning's first light. When did his love begin to become more important than mine? I am stranded in an abandoned mine- A bone-dry well of emotions that went untold- I am still trying to drill for more, I need more from him... He knows exactly how to make me happy, But maybe there is a cynical nature within him, A nature that I have never known. I have tried so hard, I have put in more than enough effort. I have fully drained the energy from my body, my mind, and my heart. Now I am damaged goods. I have no many bruises. I am no stronger than his whispered "I love you too" No stronger than his appreciation for me. His bulky frame looms before me, Like a mountain unable to move. His mind engulfs my body, And sends a defeaning chill that freezes me in place. I am unable to move from my prison. I keep drilling. My arms are screaming for attention, His cold eyes smack me in the face. A stinging touch speaks volumes more than anything I could say, I have no voice to him, I am so weak to him... But I know of nothing else to do but drill. |