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Mar. 1st, 2010

Sanctuary - gears


Sherlock Holmes mini-review

No spoilers but cut just in caseCollapse )


Continuing the effort to bring life back here!

Cain: Do you drink?
Kara: Only to excess.

Ah, Starbuck. There's one thing we have in common!

Last time I drank (to excess) I asked a hot guy to take off his shirt, presumably to see his back tattoos.

When I found out about this later, I was understandably distraught.

I got a hot guy to start stripping, and I missed it?!

I’ll have to try again next time I see him.

Maybe with fewer drinks, though.

Jan. 19th, 2009



Thoughts, doubts...hope?

Now here I am thinking things through, hoping for something, anything that could make me feel alive again, giving me the impulse I need.
At the same time, I want to hide out in my shell again, just run away.
Realizing that vague hunch that called to something deep inside me, not knowing what this something is.
I wish I could believe.
I want to see the light at the end of the tunnel, well aware that there IS a light.

Dec. 7th, 2008

stalk # 1


A mirror to the soul

I was sleeping but when I woke up, a black cat was sitting on my chest.
His yellow stare gazed into my eyes for the longest time.
When I woke up this morning, he was asleep by my side and I wonder what he saw.

Nov. 24th, 2008



Odes to Lady Ali


Nov. 6th, 2008



Very Selfishly...

I sometimes wonder, if I were to disappear suddenly - tomorrow, the next day, next week - how long would it take someone to notice that I had? 

...and then I think, Maybe it's already happened.

Maybe I've already faded away, and I'm the only one who hasn't noticed yet.

Oct. 1st, 2008




I thought I had more time.
I was wrong.
I didn't know.
I need you to turn back time and undo what I did.
Let me make the right choice.
I just need a second chance.
Just one more try!
I will never make that mistake again.
I promise.


Sep. 18th, 2008


Somewhere Between this World and the Next

I held you, I looked into your eyes. You were real, you were there.

I knew who you were without having to ask.  You're the one that will call my womb home for nine months, hopefully sooner than later.

I don't care what they say, I know I held you.
You were real, you were there. And I miss you with every fiber of my being.

Now I ache while I wait.

Sep. 10th, 2008



I write from the silence

When the end came, it came in an unexpected way.

When the end came, it didn't happen with a bang, or with a whimper. 

It didn't come from the Higgs boson or the atom bomb.

When the end came, we didn't recognize it for what it was.  We did not recognize ourselves; we had stopped looking.

In the end, we all just lived lives of quiet desperation, day after day, in the silent darkness of faithlessness.

In the end, we faded away quietly, without understanding, without note.

We didn't realize we should have prayed for a swift end instead.

Mar. 23rd, 2008


Curve Ball

 Glowing in your aftermath: Everything peaceful, nothing as pure.
Horrified in the wake of the discovery: Everything in shamble, nothing makes sense.
Baffled by the ambiguous prognostic: Everything might not be okay, nothing to worry about.
Destroyed by the thought of losing one's soul-mate:Convincing yourself that overreacting over nothing is better than denying everything.

Glowing in your aftermath: Peacefully unaware that life is about to throw you a curve ball.  

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