Sunday, April 20, 2003


Don’t deny me this. Not now.
I have no say.
I say I know how,
But you claim there’s no way.
I sit on the floor, utterly powerless.
I stifle a moan.
Sand slips through the hourglass.
Just leave me alone!
I catch a glimpse of what you build:
A roaring fence, of fire.
A part of me is feeling killed.
You’ve trampled my desire.
On the dirty floor I kneel,
Pleading that you set me free.
I’m not just another life to steal.
I am a person, see?

Wednesday, April 16, 2003

I think I'm going to need a place to put things that isn't my diary. The internet is better than real life.

In the meantime, I'm a very busy dragon, I don't look like a real princess, and he's not a real prince. Come back tomorrow.

Goodnight, world. Goodnight, moon.