Writters @ MindSay

consider this the beginning of the end

consider me long gone and moved on

remember cruel words never solve anything.

remember excuses are like ass holes

everyone has them and only shit comes out of it.

remember the good times

remember how each lashing out tainted that memory.

remember a heart full of love,

remember each fight that crack it and drained a little more out.

remember the day we met and

remember the day you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.

consider this good bye.

The day I die and forever to belong to the heavens and no one else.

consider yourself my first.

the first i ever truly loved

the first i ever wanted a future with

the first i wanted to have children with

the first to fill my heart completely with love

the first to take it all away slowly

and the last person i will ever be with.

my bruised soul belongs to the BIG MAN

my crushed heart is now only flesh.

i will move on the my next life

and start a new adventure watching down on those i love.

I love writers. No mater where you go you're sure to meet one. I have had the pleasure of knowing three in my current scope of acquaintances. One is emotive, angsty, and poetic. Her material comes from her sense of helplessness in the world and her feelings of unreached potential. Another is quirky, spunky, and sharp. His work is inspired by the greats of time not long past at all, from a time of social revolution and intense political concern. The last is witty, humerus, and sarcastic. His material is inspired by his observations of the world as a place of inconsistancy and injustice with a twist of sadistic comedy. I love them all. I think the first and third have real tangible potential to become famous the first for her poetry and lyrics the  last for his plays and satires. The middle may accomplish some level of acclaim but in the field perhaps of journalism as opposed to literature proper.

The Playwright, as he shall henceforth be called, and I thoroughly enjoy banter. We are constantly in a battle for the last word or the best burn. 

I've slept 2 hours in the last 48.
It's 60 degrees outside at midnight in  January; this isn't right.


I'm going to bed.

One day I want to see a preview for a movie and recognize the name of my old friend from back in the day as the writer and producer. I want to walk into my local theater on it's opening night and take a seat anonymously in the back. I want to watch the opening scenes and soak in the flicker of the projection and the excited rustle of the strangers around me. I want to feel the blush of flattery as I realize that there's a character based on me. Me, the girl who could kept him on his toes. Me, the girl who orchestrated the “best last day ever”. That would be the best. I'd find a stranger and point to my character saying, “See that one there? That's me. She's based on me!” They would of course look at me like I was crazy but that makes it even better.


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I take an odd pleasure in the fact that on Ethans facebook his quote section is seven scripture quotes, one german proverb, one quote from a book about the bible, and then one from me. I love being quoted, it makes me feel important or something. I've had two people tell me they want to tatoo things I've said on their body.