And then poetry happened

You're in for a treat tonight kids, I have TWO blogs for you. Today at some point another one will happen. And before I continue, there was more I wanted to add to the last post. But continuing on with that one I felt my only bring forward more confessions from behind my new titanium walls, and I didn't feel it completely appropriate to confess more of my insides to the outside. Truth be told, it would probably only end up hurting myself and others to continue on with a discussion of emotions and feelings and all that silly nonsense that causes us to be weird and stupid and make mistakes and such things. Right... so... anyways...

I have a personal blog, where I can divulge all of the aforementioned humanity that I apparently have, and do a brain dump without others reading and judging and becoming hurt by it. Sometimes it's just a beration (to berate: I made it up) on myself. Well, if you haven't noticed yet, my blog titles tend to be half a sentence, or a couple of words. In June 2008 I was dealing with a ton of retarded stuff, life had taken a drastic turn to help build my initial walls. So here's a poetic tribute to those who were responsible. The only thing I'm adding is punctuation. I'll call it:

18 entries

Friggin spiders dreams.

It's not what you think

through a fog of confidence,

a vague memory of a dream.

Just sayin...

miss me?

Nightmares, my fav-or-ite...

retard feeling,

amazing.

It's easier,

dreams upon dreams,

numbered dreams.

Finally,

good bye my love.

Once again

I'm an idiot.

Not today...

hate.

I like it. It's an interesting conglomeration of vivid information. I especially like the last part. I'm sure there was more I wanted to add here, there always is. I guess I'll end with two songs that I've been enjoying a lot of lately:

Given up - Linkin Park

I need a doctor - Dr. Dre and Eminem

yep. The horizon better get bright quicker than slower, I'm getting impatient in the dark.