Grad School

       Well I've been stressed like crazy about it. Especially since I have to find somewhere to attend school. I recently change my major to something I've always been interested in: psychology. The only reason I hesitated was because I knew I would have to go to school for so many years. And now here I am, looking for the right university to attain my PsyD. How will I make myself stand out to the schools I apply too? Ugh! I've been thinking about all of this way too much. I wish I could take a mental vacation.

Carried Away

The dark sea swallows
all memories.
As the waves come and go
The wind whispers,
"Let your soul be carried away"

Should I let go?
All the pain, tears, and scars
A boulder on the cusp of my being
I stare into the dark sea

The deep abyss below
My chest grows and depresses
as I breathe in
the salty air
"Let your soul be carried away"

Waves crashes upon the rocky cliff.
"Let your soul be carried away"

I close my eyes
I feel my heart
fluttering, fluttering
Let my soul be carried away

I feel my toes lifting
away from the gritty soil
Let my soul be carried away

The wind pulls me closer
Cradling me from above
"Let your soul be carried away"

But this opposing force,
the weight of the boulder
drags me down
falling, falling
Crashing like the waves upon the cliff.

The cold ground meets me harshly
My pain, my tears, my scars
The voice becomes faint
As I stare out into the dark sea
Once more. 

Time Lost

Only when I realize
that our time together
is finite
is when I feel the pain
of losing you
all over again.

New Laptop!

     I finally got my new laptop yesterday. This is the most I've ever typed on it. Right now. Anyway, since I'm moving soon, most of my room is pretty much in boxes (such an inconvenience -__-" ), including all of my idea books and stories that I started. I can be such an idiot sometimes :/ oh well, that's life. Maybe when I have a bad writing bug I'll dig one out and start writing. 

Just made a Facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/HemlockPhilosophies

Blank Verse

Floating with the sand below, with the waves

swishing, swooshing, sweeping beside my glass.

My rigid body sways with the movement

around me. Corked top and full of letters.

Letters of love, letters of longing and

loneliness. His questions beg for her to

answer. She shows them to her lover. They

share a long laugh and throw the letters in

the hearth. His heart aches because he knows that

he will not get a reply in return.

Before he set me free into the cold

sea, he sealed me with a kiss between my cork and

glass. A tear slides down my curved body as he

places me in the water, praying that

I reach the one he loves. But I never do. 

Tanka

Darkness lies within.

Sun cannot see beyond this depth.

The mysteries She

hides inspired fables of the

awe and fear of her unknown