On the corner of Nansemond's Parkway and Bennett's Pasture
a heartbreaking scene can be found
almost appearing to be a mass grave
for such a small, innocent intersection
how many lives has it claimed
stones, flowers and crosses rest serenely under the trees
masking the horror that must have occurred on many an occasion
I wonder
how many more will you claim, little crossroad
could I be next
as I pass each day

"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody." Catcher in the Rye

Running scenes thru your head
The torture the torture the torture...
Vivid memories enticing your senses
And all of a sudden,
You're there again...

To relive a moment.
That moment you always revert to
It's your safety
Your guardian
The mind knows where to find it
How to relive that scent,
           that taste,
                    that touch...

But when it fades away
And you're left in the same place
It found you in,
Where do you turn
But to solidarity, and melancholia

As my pillows were soaked by my pathetic tears
And my chest heaved of desperation,
He worked.

As I walked around with a blank look on my face
And people asked questions
He didn't know.

As I sit here and try to read to forget his worthless existence
And my heart still stupidly aching,
He is home with his wife.

And then I saw her
And she was beautiful
Stunning
Smiling
Graceful
And all I kept telling myself was ‘Nigel, do be cool…’
But it was too much and left me a little bit awkward
Like the new kid in school
She spoke with such ease… like she had no idea how amazing she was
I highly suspect that this was because
She knew
And was just basking in the moment
And there I was, calm and collected… on the outside
Mushy and melted… on the inside
I find myself still thinking about her a day later
How can someone be so enchanting?
If she has a man… I hate him
And I hate her
The previous line is not possible though
Her whole aura catches you off guard like a sucker punch
An unexpected blow
I saw her…
And she was beautiful
And as I type this a day later
There is no doubt in my mind about the fact that I want to date her
And I will.

I think I am a wallflower.
Someone who observes life instead of experiencing it
A good listener who doesn't judge
Socially awkward
Not many friends
I'm the type that does well in school
I stay up all night to finish an amazing book
I love art but I'm horrible at creating it
I love boy bands and old music
I'd like to think I'm a nice person
But who am I kidding
I'm crazy
I fell hopelessly in love with this guy
Who couldn't accept me
I grew tired of being normal
So I quit because I like me.

I think God is obligated to give you trouble
If you can't stand this **** but refuse to work a shovel