My eye isn't twitching as much...

Another day, another dollar. Well.. not really. I'm broke as hell! Anyway, today was a day filled with laughter, love, and honesty. The truth shall set you free. I'm no longer feeling chained down by the weight of uncertainity. I opened my eyes and I exhaled.. On another note, I came across a few of my old writings online. I shared it with my buddy and he was intrigued by the feelings I expressed at such a young age. As I read it, I felt like "damn. something needs to change because these are feelings I know all too well." They say history repeats itself. So tonight I'm sharing with the wall a few links to the old pieces that I found..

Check out http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/
My poet name back in the day was mistyblue

http://thestarlitecafe.com/poems/47/poem_6100247414.html

http://thestarlitecafe.com/poems/54/poem_8233133791.html


wow.. same painful love over and over again.. let's analyze this!

'Unconscious Love'

Very Often My Feelings Wish Me In A Coffin

Six Feet Under My Body's Pain Slumbers

Awakening To The Callings Of Other's Apalling

Lifestyles Begging To Be Changed Redirected And Tamed

Wild Animals Clawing At My Senses

Noticing Everything Is Hidden By Fences

Enclosed Is My Heart Opened And Being Pulled Apart

From The Sadness That Lures The Gladness Is Soft As Fur

Around My Neck Choking Me With Madness

I'm Crazy Over You And I Don't Know What To Do

But Say I Love You More And More Every Day

More Than Life Itself So Since I Can't Have You

There Is No Need To Fight This Hell

I'm Taken Away With Tears My Eyes Swell Up Because I've Been Fuk'd Up My Head Is Ringing Like A Bell I've Slipped Up And Now I Fell(unconscious).

Welcome to KBlissless..

It has been a mighty long time since I've written, let alone blogged. Life has a way of making you do random things at the weirdest times. I find myself in situations doing things that I never thought possible. Why am I writing blogs again? Well, some one confused my saying that I'm writing in the log for writing a blog. Hell, that's a real sign from God. (If you believe in that sort of thing. some days I do some days I don't) "It's time to write again. Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today." I'm rusty, I'm dusty, and my writing is down right infantile. Nonetheless, I'm still going to share it with the wall. The same person has been on my mind all day. It sucks because those thoughts caused me to write a piece of kiddie poetry..

running along,
playing in the field
butterflies birds
daffodils
peace of mind
surrounding me
all alone in my
solitude
didn't realize I
was unhappy til
I noticed you
ring around the rosie
rolling down hills
hand in hand
stopping
for a moment picking
daffodils
eyes watery
some one to hold me
rain falling,
gone left lonely
looked for you
nowhere to be found
you ran for shelter
i fell to the ground
her heart
was in question
i learned my lesson
crying, drowning, flooding
daffodils

Anyway, this is the start of an old beginning.. Tah tah for now, I'm going back to the log.