Thoughts from my notebook written while sitting on top of Spyglass Hill, looking out at the river and town below.

For those times when the words won't flow onto the page.

The feeling of realizing you should probably be in love with someone. What are you waiting for? Go!

Imagine who you could have been with if you had only waited a little longer (or perhaps waited too long).

Written while listening to "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg.

We try to convince ourselves we're not all the same.

Sometimes I think I'll never find a love like the ones I've once had.

You can pull the daggers out, but part of yourself will go with them, and the wounds and scars will stick around.

I'm not looking for some shallow lake; I'm looking for a deep ocean to get lost in.

A tribute to Whitman's style.

I used to write for the wrong reasons, but not anymore. I'll never let that ***** in me sell me out again.

style somewhat inspired by "The Red Wheelbarrow"

This is one that I think requires some explanation.  I see so many people I know falling in love and they lose who they used to be. Some for better, but many for worse. I fear the same thing will happen to me: I'll find a girl and all my interest will shift to pleasing her. I also fear I'll lose part of me because it's something that she dislikes, or I won't be able to be myself around her because she wouldn't understand my quirks and they would turn her off. I dated a girl once who never knew I wrote, and I didn't tell her because I wrote a lot about her, and it was too early in the relationship to be revealing the feelings I wrote about. That may have been the wrong thing to do, but wither way, doesn't matter now. However, I still wonder what I might hide if I were to start a relationship today.
This poem is about that fear of losing myself, and the fear that I might pursue a relationship because I've been single for so long. I'm not against "hooking up" but rather I think I'd fall for almost anyone if they show interest in me, which is why I'm careful as to who I show interest for. Anyway, that's enough rambling for something most people won't read.

David

Is it better to burn out or to fade away?

What is happiness without a little sorrow?

Some friends will heal your scars, other's will cut out your heart.

Probably going to add to this, I think it still needs a bit of closure to bring it full circle.

Some seasonal imagery as Autumn approaches.

Canvas Of Life - Epica

I sometimes worry that we're all the same.

When the last rebel falls, will there be victory?

I hope I'm finally starting to get over you after all this time.

A tribute to the Nightwish song of the same name.  Experimenting with eroticism.

Meant to be a spoken word, the tone is sort of casual carelessness, or a passive aggressively condescending. Hopefully that helps you to understand the tone of this piece.

I hate them more than anything, but they'll always be part of me, and I'll always love them.

Wrote this in french. I thought it would be a good idea to start writing in french since I haven't been exposed to it for a year now. Hopefully writing in french again will help me retain the language more.