Julie's Journey

I wrote on my hand for the first time in a long time today-- I wrote a fwe things down as I drove past a graveyard this morning at 6am. Unfortunately, that was now 15 hours ago and most of it wore off and the thoughts have really faded too. I'll try to at least type the scribblesfrozen ashbreaking

Solitude, solitudeOf a single notePlayed desperately from the benchwith the touchof tips,uninvitedAs a rescue call from silenceFor now its break or be broken

Sometimes I have photos to go with writings - on my other blogs- http://blinx365.blogspot.com/2009/01/1-27-09_27.html or the dotsconnecting one. Anyway, I think I'm going to write something about this one...I have another poem in the car that I'll hopefully get up later. I also have a story idea,

SadnesssHinting its arrivalupon my mind tonightI feel the easy sadnessslowly taking flightwrapping weight upon me drawing glares down low carving out my purposeand leaving me hollowed and waiting frailyfor indecision to make its claim.

This isn't what I normally find myself writing. But it is what came to mind... so its a little different format.. and I'm not thrilled...I might like it later..The back door reached for me as I ran through it, Trying to grab hold of me with summer screened memories that have long grown stale this w

what's left of my heart rests on my sleeve and quietly whispers retreatfineprint in fingertipsdeceptively forgottenmy arms stay aching ,tired, andworn out from hidingand ridingthe stormswithechoes unheard andheart sleeves removed

Collecting thoughtscollector of thoughtsafraid to pitch the potentialor forget why we feeldustyreflections in attic spacesuntouched documentation toprove, improve, removemyselfunsteady handsnumbly fumblingthrough pages of illegible worlds that belong to another methe one who wrotewhen everything was

i have more for this one maybe... back bent and frail armsso much is lostand gone foreverI can't bear to lookat yoube betterbe differententertaining you w/ the naivityof man made moons and helpless stars

It doesn't matter who I used to bewho you used to bewhat we did, or thought weknew about each otherseeing you smileyour lifeabandonedspeaking ignorant of cancergrown from the selfishness of liesyou seem too much the samepainfully strengthening me