Silent Stuttering Streetbikes.

Well the weekend is pretty much over, thank goodness I at least get to see my mom tomorrow. It's not the greatest thing being away from her, we actually get along very well. We're that kind of family :) Last night my brother, my boyfriend and I watched the second motocross race of the season. Villopoto made quite the come back after he had a little accident. We were cheering for him as well as anyone could, and were not too happy when he lost the whole shot, but we're over joyed with his come back! Any who, enough of my rambling...here's a little creativeness.

Quick grasp of hands,
    around the nothing that finds us.
Darting glance of eyes,
        towards the darkness that surrounds us.
Pounding of running feet,
     from the enemy that threatens us.
Silent stutter of your heart,
             in an empty
                             cavity.

Take a Pill, Watson.

So I'm home for the weekend. Mostly just to go to the doctors, and see if they can finally say what's wrong with me. I happen to be one of those people who googles the things I think it might be and then totally freak myself about it. In the past few days I have gone and seen the new Sherlock Holmes and the new Mission Impossible. They are both excellent movies and I would recommend them to anyone who's in for a little action. Mission Impossible also contains the new BMW with Ghost doors...which are the greatest thing ever made. If I ever actually get published than I am definitely buying one!! Anyways I'll actually write something a little happier and less worrisome :)

Look at all of your empty hands,
staring with your hollow gaze.
The quick flex of your limbs,
sends your memory into a daze.
Slipping down into the empty earth,
back into your pill induced haze. 

Mend the Moose.

Hey all, so it's been pretty hectic around here but things are starting to settle in to rythm. I'm feeling rather sick today so I've been sleeping a lot. Which seems to kind of help. There really isn't much but school that's going on in my life right now. So far I'm enjoying my classes and my teachers and I hope it stays like that for the semester. Anyway I guess I should get to the important stuff...

You tore it,
     and smashed it.
Broke off the pieces,
    and littered them across the floor.
Don't bother with the clean up,
         you see my dear, it's much too messy to fix.
So hold your breath and leave the room,
           it's my broken heart,
   that I'll try and mend.

Quarell's Love

Well I hope that your New Years was eventful, at least more eventful than mine. Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my family but on a night so special I would have prefered to be wrapped in the arms of the man I love. It doesn't feel much like a new year at all, really it doesn't feel like there has been much change in any way. I'll still be going back to school in a place I strongly dislike, and have to stay there for another few months. Eventually I will get over it and stop complaining all the time...but until then I'm going to be a snotty, annoying little complainer. We drove all day today, back from the Island to my tiny little hometown and I'm leaving again tomorrow. It hasn't been a very relaxing Christmas break, but oh well. I'm glad I got some time away. Wellll, after that very long post here is a little writing...enjoi :)

Nose to nose,
Hands to hands,
Hearts to hearts,
Toes to toes.
A quarell never fought,
     between the lover's breed.
Romance will die too quickly,
         for even their fickle hearts.