The one person that I truly looked up to, my mentor, my sister, my teacher... The schism happened four long years ago, plus a few months... I've forgotten the exact date, on purpose.Losing my only friends hurt too much. The ranch was my home, my Shire, and almost my Elysian Fields. Grace was my song, my little sister... But I began to lead her on a path not approved by her parents and I was exiled...

so... frusturated...nervousness, anger ties my... intestines into knots...can't... eat.can't... sleep.can't... love.can't... sit still anymore!but... there's nowhere to go...it's a problem i can't... resolve...they just won't... listen...and when they push... me awaywhen i try to... speak...their ears are... sealed...i must help them, i have to help them!but... i can't...their lust is mire......

You've asked me to come over, to see you for a short while.I've agreed.I was driving towards my residence that i cannot, in good conscience, call home.Strife never makes a home...I'm still thinking about them. Can't stop thinking about even the slightest brush with danger. I crave it... I'm still daydreaming about what could have happened. Three or four men high on Friday and drugs and alcohol...

The poetry on this site is sorely lacking, I'm afraid. Whatever happened to Robert Frost, e. e. cummings, Edgar Allen Poe, and the other Great Poet's styles? There's just no quality anymore... why?I understand that people need to write what they feel- however, most 'poems' on this site would be better posted under journals.Where are all of the poems that we can learn from, that encourage us to...

Welcome to the highly Random thoughts of silent:Hmm, writing. my poetry is getting worse, but i 'find' poems within myself more often. But they're less quality than my first ones. Confusing.I met a woman at work today... she was a writer also. Told me to get my behind moving and get my articles published, told me to not waste my time, the clock is ticking toward my death even now, told me to...

Wherever my keyboard takes me...With all the modern media, i get confused about my role in my relationship with my boyfriend. Does he want me to be a crazy carefree daredevil? Does he want me to be a quiet, calm, housetrained girl who can take care of the family? Does he want me to be the untouchable, mysterious, faraway girl who is a focused winner? Does he want me to be the fighter or the lover,...

as if anyone wants to read journals... perhaps they inspire some.so with that cheery little note there, i write my first entry!my name is silent.i have gray-blue-green eyes, i'm a young adult. i'm afraid of no man, i love fighting, fencing, archery, horses, writing, my nakama, (close friends) and most of all? i love my Father. He gave his life for me, i'll live mine for him. it's so dark... there...