
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
News 9 Tour
Today. That means no school. Mhmmm.
Goth boots and striped socks. You don't get any better. You really don't.

Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Polyvore
I got an account there today. It's incredibly fun.

Day Out - by Odotta on Polyvore.com

School Day - by Odotta on Polyvore.com
I have a shopping list now. This is the first time I'll be going shopping with a list:

Day Out - by Odotta on Polyvore.com

School Day - by Odotta on Polyvore.com
I have a shopping list now. This is the first time I'll be going shopping with a list:
- Vests
- Scarves/legwarmers
- Brooches
- Statement rings
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Lost and Found
The wind feels like chaos blowing over me...
I become so numb I no longer feel it.
The salty tears make it so hard to see...
I become so sick I refuse to believe it.
The ring on my thumb begins to grow cold...
I become so scared I try to restrain it.
The laughter of children feels worn out, old...
I become so lonely I can't contain it.
My silent prayer moves quivering lips...
I become so bitter I want to kill it.
My tapping fingers ache from base to tip...
I become so morbid I actually praise it.
The sweet smell of life no longer thrills me...
I become so depressed I finally grab it.
Your love and Your mercy rushes through me...
I feel so loved I finally release it.
I become so numb I no longer feel it.
The salty tears make it so hard to see...
I become so sick I refuse to believe it.
The ring on my thumb begins to grow cold...
I become so scared I try to restrain it.
The laughter of children feels worn out, old...
I become so lonely I can't contain it.
My silent prayer moves quivering lips...
I become so bitter I want to kill it.
My tapping fingers ache from base to tip...
I become so morbid I actually praise it.
The sweet smell of life no longer thrills me...
I become so depressed I finally grab it.
Your love and Your mercy rushes through me...
I feel so loved I finally release it.
Labels:
Christian poetry,
depression,
love poetry,
poetry
Friday, February 6, 2009
Answered Prayer
Sometimes it really really hurts. I asked God to bring me down off my holy high-horse and boy, he did just that. I feel horrible.
I need to cry. :(
I need to cry. :(
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
WOW
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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