Chocoholics

Powder me with cravings so sweet,
nothing to smoke, just something to eat.
If I find the sought for tonic
I'll be one happy Chocoholic.

Addiction dragging me down the street,
searching desperately for chocolate treats.
The hidden wont take long to be found
with a rambunctious Chocoholic around.

So hide your sugar-sprinkled treats
and lock them away with many keys.
For when Chocoholics come around
they will clear out every candy in town.

Saltwater Taffy

Something so different to me it COULD be weird
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Saltwater Taffy
please sweeten my sadness
pull me from tears
and stick me back together.

Saltwater Taffy
don't sour my happiness
dragging me from the sun
sticking me to what I've done.

Saltwater Taffy
you contradict explanation,
but I love you no less.
Sugary, Bitter...
just rancid and litter...
while others just can't get enough.

Decisions, decisions...
livid with contradictions...
All bets aside,
All choices made,
Just pick a side,
While charges are laid.

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams,
beauty floating in your mind
an endless fountain
savor it forever

Sweet Dreams,
chasing desire
lost in time
but never forgotten

Sweet Dreams,
a quiet lullaby
its rhythm resonating
its words lost forever

Sweet Dreams,
sleep tonight
hide away from the light
for when its out of sight
you will soar higher than any kite

Getting into That Familiar Groove

I'm starting to write again!!! The pain is subsiding and I feel the writers block melting away, ideas are barreling into my mind, its so amazing!!! Its been so long since I could take up a pencil and write, I'm gonna dish out an amazing shortstory, I promise, keep your fingers crossed, it might ake a while :P

home.... but still suffering

My back is so stiff, its good to be home tho. Dont expect much from me yet, its hurts to sit and it hurts to stand so the computer is a real obstacle. I'll write more later but I really cant right now :S

Hardwood Hatred

The house if filled with the stuff, renovations simply make it more and more plentiful. I know not liking hardwood flooring seems foolish but its me. I've never really liked the stuff, I'm a carpet man. Its more that the wooden floors seem less comfortable to me or something, its more than even physical I feel at edge when I stand on the stuff, weird huh? It must be the fact of how cold it gets, that must be what throws the feeling at me like I'm standing naked in a crowd. It kills me in how irrational it is but why not, eh? Isn't it just human to feel insane in your fears, doesn't it make you feel stronger in knowing you are weaker, more normal.... me neither :P

It bites at my thoughts maniacally whispering mocking remarks at the idiocy of such a fear... well not fear but... discomfort.

Theres only a few rooms left with carpet now, the living room and the hall, I stay there as much as I can but... i gotta go back to my room sometime, and yet the only comfort i can find is when my feet are off the floor. Am I going crazy? O.o