Sunday, December 28, 2008

16 Random Things

Sadie tagged me in this a billion years ago. (Some are repeats from my 6 Things post.)


1. I can't function if my hands are dirty. I shut down.
2. I am currently reading atleast 6 books at one time.
3. I think I might be in love with someone I've never met; I have only heard him sing and therefore believe we are destined to be together.
4. After reading A Clockwork Orange, I began to wish I were a 15 year old Brittish thug.
5. I love dancing but never get to do it.
6. I love whimsical light fixtures.
7. I think John Malkovich is a pedophile. He looks like one.
8. I occasionally have date nights with my brother Josiah. They are one of my favorite things.
9. I like to pencil in facial hair (and speak in accents) whenever I get the chance.
10. I let my dog eat off my fork. (she takes the food with her teeth like a person... without the slurping and licking. it's amazing.)
11. I like movies and books that make me sad and if most people generally don't like a movie or book, it makes me like it more.
12. I like to paint my pinky fingernails black and pretend I'm starting a new trend.
13. I think I'm germophobic. I have noticed that I will cover my hands with my sleeves to open doors and touch things in public places.
14. I love the color pink.
15. I wear flip flops all the time-- even when it's snowing.
16. I think romance is fictional.




(Now go post yours because I want to read them!)


-fin-

Monday, December 22, 2008

Beauty Lost

(for your birthday tomorrow. i miss you.)

He paints his life with blood, so thick and red;
A man whose life is filled with broken dreams.
The only thing that hears his silent screams
Is chanting, “You are nothing,” in his head.
He looks for beauty, longing to be led
Away from empty words and broken dreams;
A faceless portrait, silent as it seems,
Will scream to fill a void until it’s fed.

Beauty lost.

He looks for beauty only finding pain;
His desperate searching makes him hate his art.
Until he finds a love that breaks his chains,
A man without a face is torn apart.
He’ll wipe away the blood that left a stain,
And paint the canvas of his broken heart.

Beauty lost.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008