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1.27.2011

sink or swim

you can either sink or swim .... and sinking seems easier ... 
until you cant breath anymore ... 
© nldm 

1.19.2011

twenty eleven

a new year.
a new apartment.
a few new friends.
a few more life lessons to come my way.
a few more regrets and a few more things to be thankful for.
i am completely unsure of what two thousand and eleven has in store for me.
i hope it means i have more time to write because lately i’ve hardly found the time to shave my legs .... graphic i know.
by the end of this year i hope to accomplish more.
live more.
laugh more.
enjoy the things i have more then before.
i hope to give into my guilty pleasure and buy more clothing, but only if i can afford to.
and only if i can make closet space... or afford a pax ikea wardrobe - god willing.
i hope to maintain friendships.
work on my faults.
use my cell phone more - for calling not texting.
call my family more because they love me even though their capable of driving me completely bananas. 
i hope to see my friends more and not just at work.
i hope to find the time to take nail polish off my fingers when it starts to chip - because it looks god awful if i dont - ladies take note.
i hope to find something in all my classes that makes me eager to learn.
and i hope- like im sure my father does, that i find my calling in life and i call it and figure out how to meet it and shake its hand and have it pay me some sort of salary that will buy me a house .... and a pax wardrobe that lights up when i open its glass sliding doors.
i hope two thousand and eleven gives me two thousand and eleven more reasons to be thankful for what i have been given.
two thousand and eleven reasons to make me thankful for what i have yet to be given or haven’t been at all.
i hope two thousand and eleven gives me the opportunity to be happy no matter what happens, good or bad. 

1.12.2011

strangers on a street

we walk away from each other like strangers in the street
what we once had for each other now takes a back seat
gone for all eternity, we have erased one another
with all the same mistakes that kept pushing us further
so far from where we came with so much of everything.
how did we start with so much and now end with nothing.
we walk away from our pasts and everything we knew
from everything we built upon and ever worked through
its not worth it any more to hold a broken heart
to feel the pain inside keep beating as we part
so we walk away from it all because its all thats left to do
leave the pieces all behind while they unravel and undo.
so we leave each other on separate corners of dark streets 
too scared to keep holding on while history repeats.
so we walk away from it all and watch our shadows fade
reminded of all the memories that we once made.
and our shadows left lingering just two strangers on a street
distant memories to remind us of our loves defeat. 
© nldm
& lc

1.10.2011

where sadness lies

in empty promises you couldn’t keep,
while i laid thinking of you losing so much sleep.
realizing this felt more like a game
the loser accumulating so much blame.
and this is where sadness lies
all over my face with every cry.
so many things said too good to be true
so many things you didn’t follow through.
and this is where sadness lies
within my heart and in my eyes
within every wall that surrounds me here
with every reminder now lies fear
with every wall i let down for you
everything i couldn’t see through. 
and this is where all of my sadness lies
within every cry and every compromise
all throughout my bones and in your lies
within my heart and all of my cries.
this is where my sadness lies.
© nldm