27 November 2005

Sirens

I wish they would call to you,

These vexations to men of the seas.

I wish they would beckon to you

Would make you cry and sink to your knees.

I wish they would torture you

Make you beg and plead for their love

I wish they would bleed you

For your blood would be best spent bled

22 November 2005

I have writer's block. Do you wanna know what I wrote today? Well, here it is:

I'm stuck
Stuck in school, stuck in psych, stuck in shoes.
I'm stuck
Stuck on weed, stuck on pleads, stuck on you.

*side note, I do not do drugs...Drugs are bad for you.*

I took an hour to write that piece of shit. An HOUR! Almost all of psych class (yes, I was actually in psych when I was writing that...) After reviewing this wonderful piece of literature, I wrote this:

Vanessa, this is the stupidest thing you have ever written.

Ahh...stupidest. *shakes head, then rams knife in throat*

:)

Ciao
-V

20 November 2005

stolen and broken

A loving look she asks of you
A gentle touch, a smile, bright lights
So different, I promise I'll be
no need for bells or whistles for me
A touch yes, and fingers in deep
A pleasure in rising, we both will heed
Then back to your smiles, your audacious looks
I can tell...you are a crook!

15 November 2005

These feelings I continue to have
Every hour of every day
haunt my dreams that are no longer
beautiful thoughts of things grand
and I have to wonder
Why my body won't stop aching
for a touch, a feel of your hand,
your mouth, your being
Please know that I don't have to love
that love is lost in those dreams that faded
into the clouds of yesterday
And whilst yesteday I knew that love
was the only way,
I see today that love is a play on words
a play on your mind, a play on your body
a play that had its final scene long, long ago.

09 November 2005

Loneliness is a feelin that can only be described with distain; to be alone is to be miserable. To be miserable is to laugh friendship in the face, to pretend that life is nothing more than the mundane activities that make up everyday life. To be miserable is to be companionless, and nothing is worse than feeling unloved, isolated, forsaken. Punishment is a funny word; the thought it evokes thought of the here and now, of the solitary life I lead. And none seem to understand; how can you? I don't expect you to; don't expect anyone. If my life ended now, the only reason I would have to be sad was because I never got to experience love.
-V

08 November 2005

So, I was reading through a friend of a friend's blog, and one of his fears is being alone. So I immediatly stopped reading, and thought, "Damn, I have that same fear."

Being alone; there is not one positive thought I can render about being alone.
But what does being alone really mean? How is one alone in this world, how can one possibly find the time to be alone?

I think I'm alone all the time...I have no one to love, none that love me in a loving, relationship-type way. And when everyone and their brother is hooking up, or is already hooked up with someone, its hard to walk around all day, with not so much as a loving look from someone. It's hard, not having a boyfriend, especially since I've never been in a real relationship before.

There, another aspect of being alone--being the only one around that hasn't been in a real relationship. I kinda didn't want to in high school, and there are "prospects," I guess you could say, here, but I have yet to be in a commited relationship with another human being. That's hard too. Not knowing what it is like to look someone in the face and know that they are with you, and you only, that they want to be with you, that they missed you all day just as you had missed them. That's what I want; to be able to look at my 'significant other' and just know that they are mine, (not in a demanding, I-own-you kind of way, but in a you-want-to-be-with-me-and-only-with-me-and-i-feel-the-same-way kind of mine.

Then again, I have the best people, the best friends in the entire freakin universe around me. My friends, the four closest to me being Ashtin, Sean, Amanda, and Erin, all help me realize how not alone I really am. How much love I get from them daily is just uplifting; Amanda willing to pay $10 to see Dead Man Walking twice, just made me feel incredibly warm; knowing that both Amanda and Sean were there in the audience, and Ashtin and Erin there with me in the play; having those four people there made me want to be better.

And I think that is what these people do to me. They want me to be a better person. To grow as a person; and by better, I don't mean like to do everything right all the time, but to be me, myself, and I; That is BETTER!

I love them. And I know they love me too.

Yet again....I keep having this internal battle within myself, usually at night, at about 1 or 2 in the morning, right before I go to sleep. I get on aim, see jason on, and I don't know what to think. I don't know how to feel. This is how I did feel: like I wanted him, like I needed him. He was the only one that I have even been semi-close with, and I knew that was why I was 'needing' him; but it didn't matter why. I just knew I did. But then something inside of me always made sure to ask my friends what they thought. Probably because I knew that they would talk me out of it, that they would see much more clearly than I what is really happening. And they told me no. and I listened, because I knew they were right, even though there are times still when I feel like I could go back to him, and he would make everything better.

And for a couple of hours, he probably would. I would forget about everything, and all would be gravy. But the time would come when I would have to go back to Bellarmine, back to my room, and back to emptyness, cause I knew he didn't want anything else. And maybe I don't either.

I don't know what I want. I want not to be alone. And I don't know how to fix that.

"All you need is love--"
"Love is just a game"

I don't even know if I believe that it exhists for me anymore. What a depressing thought. Love is so hard to imagine, and I just don't want to imagine anymore.

And lately I've been thinking about who I can love. Not as who, as in specific people, but who as in people in general. As in sexes. yeah. I know.
But I've always thought about it. About the possibility that I'm attracted to women. And in a sexual way, I am sometimes. And I don't know how to deal with that, not because of the homosexuality thing, cause Lord knows I love the gays, lol, but just because...I don't know. I don't think I could ever see myself being with a girl forever. I want to get married, and I'm attracted to guys. But yet sometimes there is a pull in me to be attracted to girls. I think girls are hott, not gonna lie. And if I am ever sexually active *rolls eyes* I think I could be sexual with a girl. How do I tell people this? How are people going to react? Not that I care about most people...and I don't think my friends will care either. But you never know. Damn, why is everything is the gutdamn world so fucking hard?

So that's my epiphany.

-V