Gracey :)
How are you babe??!?! We haven’t had a proper long talk in god knows how long :(
So someday soon we are going to talk on MSN….:D
I love you xxxxx
It’s not being insensitive at all. I just thought perhaps it’d be a little more understandable that it seemingly wasn’t. Lol.
I lost him 5 years ago yesterday in an accident. only a few months after my daughter passed away. So the date sort of makes it all come back and hard to deal with.
Well, perhaps when you feel a little better you can read, but don’t force yourself to if it’s just going to upset you. I’d feel so bad it it caused you to be affected by it.
I am not sure…i think it could have something in it that brings back a memory or something…It’s just every time I try and I have tried over 5 times I start to well up and I just can’t continue reading it…Aww…Want to talk about it?
I would love to be an author of some kind…I do think I am good enough to do it so i am going to try….
xx
One of those “I’m not happy like that” types of sadness? Yeah, I know that feeling. I usually only write poery when I’m upset. Yesterday was just a bad date for me, so I was inspired to write.
I love your writing though, seriously. You should try and make a living out of it somehow.
Oh okayz… :) Yay! I still haven’t gotten round to reading that songifc of yours…i will though…It always seems to upset me for some reason…My poems are usually a little depressing…I only recently began writing songs…And I really have Sai to thank for that… :D
Sure do. Not so much songs though, mostly poetry and fictions. I wrote a new poem last night in a post. It’s a little depressing though. Lol. My usual type of poetry.
An illegal murmer,
Waving over the once silent room,
People are restless with no reason,
I am forced listen,
My escape is forbidden,
So I continue this pain.
Restless minds and restless bodies,
Expected to obey,
They move frequently,
Cannot sit still,
I have to watch,
In uncomfortable hate.
Living an endless repeat,
They swim in the same enclosed ocean,
Seeing careless faces,
In the same slack enviroment,
Poor things,
I feel for the goldfish in the tank.
The noise grows as the clock ticks,
People continue to disrupt,
The fish keep swimming,
I keep writing,
For what else am I to do,
A last attempt to save my soul.
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