Night Time MoonWalking along the hard cementmy feet are getting torn up on the rough edges of the side walk.It's all worth it in this midnight lightI just wish that the city lightsdidn't cancel out the starlight.But I love that even though I can't see the starsI can always see the moon in it's beautiful glory.It makes me smile to think thatthousands of years agothe Romans made up storiesto explain the moon during the nightand the shapes of the stars.I love how the Greeks and probablya bunch of other cultures did the same thing.I think it's awesome that even today we make up storiesto explain why there's holes on the moon(moon cheese)so although I can't see the stars as wellI can see the awe inspiring glow of the nighttime moon.
On Becoming A Hermit1. Decide you're going to be a hermit, it's okay, no one will know you made this choice eventually.2. Start planning out how you're going to be a hermit; everyone needs to have plans to feel like they're going some where.3. Deactivate your facebook/myspace. If you decide being a hermit isn't for you, well you can always reactivate it, and get sucked into that mess again.4. Decide if you want to alert the dA community or if you're just going to disappear.5. Follow through on your decision about the dA community.6. Slowly stop signing into your favorite IM clients, or just stop completely. If you're deciding to be a hermit, it's not like anyone will notice anyways.7. Stop calling/texting people. If they never texted you first, it's not like they're going to notice you're not calling/texting any more.8. Delete all the contacts, or just delete all your messages. This way you won't be tempted to text anyone. This step may be hard, because we all love texting, but if you're
RazorbladesMy mom told me to never lick the knifebut I find myself constantlysliding my tongue along razorbladeshoping that some dayI'll no longer have one.
WhateverThese hallow eyes see nothing new.The world has spun in the same circleand will continue to spin in the same circlea dullendless circle.And nothing new will happennothing will ever have a pointand no one will ever be able to tell meif God is realand what comes after death.My hungry eyes will see nothing new:nothing that no one has seen before.My brain is full of nothingit will think of nothing newthat no one has thought before.I will never write anything differentfrom what any other angsty poetof any time period ever though.I'm an individualin thatI am the same.I am an individualI will die alonebecause I was born aloneand I will live alonebecause you can never be together.And just as a side notephilosophy is an escape for thosewho don't want to speak of religion.It's a past time hobbythat I know nothing aboutbut people think I do.
On Being FatI look in the mirror and thinkI'm beautifulI'm thin.But I try on dressesput on clothes I wore two months agoand they're tightI have to squeeze in.I don't like this feeling.I go shopping for bathing suitsand I try them on andI see how my boobs don't look rightmy thighs are too bigI have scars all overand I feel gross.I choke back tears on many occasionsand throw my frustration on those around me.I go and look at the girls around mesmall tiny petitethat's all they arethey fit into cute shirts and jeanscute dresses and undergarments.I can't have that.I feel like I have to wear old people clothingsomething my grandmother might wear and itbreaks me down.Then I know I'm complainingbut I can't find the motivation to do anythingI put it off"I'll do it in college when I have a gym"because I know gyms workbut I just get depressedeat moresleep moredo less."If you don't like something,change it" he says to mewhen I complain of my weight.Wellas I learned in psy