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