Broken Promises

Broken promises

Save lives

Broken lives

Keep promises

Of despair

Of everything

Of nothing

Vices remain

To pick up the pieces

To help repair

Until the next time

Lives are shattered

Bruised and battered

Fucking numb

Those Eyes

I can see the insincerity

Staring right back at me

Through your eyes

Which reveal

The  tarnished holes

That holds your soul

Lips that part

Telling only lies

No known concept of compromise

Just my demise

When I look

Into those eyes.

You only wanting

To part my thighs

Unaware of the sorrow

In my eyes

But I’m starting to see right through your guise

So I regroup and realize

There is nothing

 Behind those eyes

Decay

We live in the age of technology

Where, instead of making a difference

Or really caring about anything

We “like” or “share it”

To prove we are for it.

What about the days of action

Where’s the passion?

What a lackluster age we live in

Everything declining

And we sit back and post statuses about it,

Whining.

When we actually do something about it

There’s  always someone there to stop us

An age where protests

End in arrests.

They wonder what’s wrong with the youth of today

It’s because they aren’t from yesterday.

Our world is in disarray

And we sit idly by

And watch as it

Decays. 

The Return of the Night Terror

All night terrors are bad, but some stand out above the rest. Last night I had not one, but two night terrors of this caliber. I feel completely drained. I feel as if I got no sleep and everything about my day seems fuzzy. The last time I had one this bad was back in November. That post can be found here. 

I am never able to remember my night terrors. Generally only bits and pieces. This morning I texted my boyfriend some of the details so I could recall them later on. Honestly, the written details are the only parts I can remember and not knowing the rest is always the worst part.

I went back to my elementary school. My second grade teacher was there. She told me she was helping the children out eight days a week. It didn't register then how strange that was. Well, I followed her to her "class" and I was surrounded by a bunch of dead children in the hallways. They were singing Ring Around The Rosy in out of tune unison. Just as they were about to kill me my roommate heard me and woke me from that one.

I had another one and she said I had been screaming louder that time. I didn't write down the details so I have no idea what it was about. I noticed that my last Night Terror post got a lot of hits from people looking up night terrors. Hopefully some of those people can relate, not with the hellish things that are happening, but by knowing others experience the same thing.

Hopefully I can shed this feeling of dread, otherwise I will be writing strictly horror for a while.

Maybe night terrors are just a very warped version of a muse.

I'm Back

After much ado, I have finally returned.

Most of my files have been saved(and backed up NUMEROUS times) and I am now typing comfortably on my new Lenovo Thinkpad. I am absolutely in love with this laptop. All of you authors out there, it is rated best keyboard. If I wanted to go all secret agent I could even access it through fingerprint. Not saying I would, but it's good to know I can.

Today I opened up Sunny With a Chance of Homicide and began reading over it. The main thing it made me realize is that I love writing. That should be one of the most obvious things ever, but after an almost four month hiatus, it wasn't. In that time I loved the idea of writing, but got no actual writing done. My laptop and the loss and recent retrieval of my files was like going to couple's counseling with my writing. The spark is back in our relationship and it isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

The Prologue to Don't Ask, Don't Tell was a terrible portrayal of my main character. I rewrote that and have been cutting superfluous things that I can't even believe I wrote in the first place.

Well, less time blogging, more time writing.

Just wanted to let you all know that I am still among the living.