The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. Welcome the The Unswept Cobwebs of My Mind. a place where all of my hopes and desires, all of my darkest secrets and inner thoughts are laid bare. you may come out a different person. you may not come out at all. Tuesday, November 24, 2015. Looked myself up on Snopes today. Matter is now a matter of opinion. Write a blog about your morning jog.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013. Lets push the inside outside, relic features like basement jumble eyelids with caskets for bedroom suffix, put the ignition to the. Blood pump and keep ringing the door bell mind attic, creep inside the two dimension Excalibur rendition, poignant meeting with. Business suit leisure craft, witch spells like broom stick Grissel whistles, eat the circus and smile that toothy stretch of land. Church steeples, another round for the dogs of t.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Sometimes people are going to hurt you. And sometimes secretly, you want them too. So that you can feel that you are real. There is no reason to be hurt except that we all need to be hurt. And with that force you break free. You realize that no one is ever going to love you like the one person who hurt you the most. Because they cared enough to keep you alive by making you bleed.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012. The Maiden of Sin and Forgiveness. The Maiden of Sin and Forgiveness. There was a maiden, who was the most beautiful of them all. so graceful she was in. To glide across the floor for suitor to dance with or she would brush. Her hair when the night sky had fallen. This maiden, oh so beautiful was she, her beautiful dress, burgundy with a lace up front. Corset; oh my, what would the suitors think? Perhaps they would enjoy it? So that men may admire her beauty.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012. Saturday, August 18, 2012. When I am small I drink, sleep, and eat. But as I get older I seem awful neat. The little girls giggle as I coo for them. And little old ladies ask, Can I hold him? As I become a teen though you begin to worry, will he be ok? Then seeing the worry in your eye, I smile and say,. I finally found a man, not a child or a boy.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Miles apart, yet bonded together tight as a. Separated by prohibitions, the need. Every day apart means another spent together in. The odds are against us, but to whom does it matter? Side is for it. All try to sever this bond. You could almost say it. Written By Brianna Danielle Parrish.

Thursday, April 4, 2013. In loving memory of my beautiful mother! In loving memory of my beautiful mother! Do not stand at my grave and weep,. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,. I am the gentle showers of rain,. I am in the morning hush,. I am in the drums loud and grand,. The thunderous hooves across Nagrand. I am the stars warmly gleaming,.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012. Light bends from outside the church through the stained glass Jesus. The black haired girl sits on her knees and does not notice it. She prays, it is a part of the game. 8220;Dear God, Forgive me for my sins. She leaves to an evil world of temptation. She walks the streets, dangling her body in front of strangers. The priest found her body in the dumpster, on trick too many. 8220;Dear God please forgive her for her sins. Saturday, August 18, 2012.

Thursday, March 21, 2013. March for a reason,. A sign of the times. Chose to believe in,. What to invest in,. A bleak view in sight. To no longer live blind. Wednesday, December 12, 2012. At night, wishful harvest,. At night, wishful harvest,. At night vision sharpens,. All the same there is only darkness.

Thursday, April 4, 2013. With each passing day, the floor moves further away. Use a chain or tie a knot. Do not let it fade away. Memories is the fuel to create. A song, a poem, a smile, a tear, remember the time, use the fear. Fact or fiction, real or a vision. Scream to world, we need your prediction. The director is you, the movie is you, roll the camera, always be true.