Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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Posessed and repressed

My feelings lately have come swirling to the surface, obvious to me, yet not to others, and I have tried hard to hide them, shove them down deep in my pockets, to be picked up and flicked up around winding… Continue Reading →

Protected: The cold hit me hard today

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total loss to absolute frost

Funny, I feel. So much learning, observing, cultivating, breaking apart like this crazy popsicle puzzle. I have realized some stuff lately that has absolute direction in who I am, and what I have become. I have felt very superstar strong… Continue Reading →

crick crack, snap it right back

When I tell you that I miss you, what does it make you feel like? Does it make you feel like I miss you, the way you move in my space repeatedly, in circles, spinning wildly and re-appearing again? Does… Continue Reading →

For all of you who voted for Bush

I would like to extend my sincere thanks for destroying any possibility of any kind of peace here, in Iraq, or anywhere else in the world that it matters. I want to thank you all for blindly voting based on… Continue Reading →

channels for change…..bring it on.

So today’s conversations are largely fueled by politics, or poli-hicks, in the case of George W. With Tuesday’s elections fast upon us, it seems pretty simple who to choose…Or so you think. The country is so widely divided on these… Continue Reading →

Ohhhh la la lalalalalaalalalalalalalalalalalla.

Yes a song for me. And someone I just got off the phone with said to me: Deanna I just wanna pin you against a wall. Jesus, how come it takes fucking 28 years to meet someone who knows how… Continue Reading →

Say hello to super cranky forget you deanna

hahaha. I don’t know how it is I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, but I have, and all kinds of pretty bullshit has been flowing out of my mouth today. First one. When I went… Continue Reading →

My fall is swirling and dumping like a pile of leaves

So F came back later that night, squelching my anger at the meeting that was not even had on my “birthday”. Though we didn’t celebrate it anyways, because I was angry and too pissed off to really give a shit… Continue Reading →

whoo ha ha

So my birthday was lame, for a number of reasons. Mostly because I was coerced into working my first week day night in a bar that is so neighborhood, it hurts. Me being a resident of downtown Jersey City makes… Continue Reading →

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