Yeah, that's right: a site entirely dedicated to the ridiculous things that I have chosen to transfer from my head to the paper. To quote Amber, "If only you could see the things I think and don't say. You'd be calling Connie for an emergency session." Well, now is your chance to get a tiny glimpse into that world of mass chaos that is my brain. I hope you've got your Rolodexes handy because you may need to email me with suggestions for an appropriate psychiatrist.

In case you're wondering, by the way, I'm not entirely sure why I chose the Paris-slash-coffeehouse theme, other than the fact that all the others were pathetically distasteful. Besides, who doesn't want to stare at fake cups of coffee while they read D-list creative writing?

Some actual poetry...

"Westminster Abbey"


Did you know
how much it meant to me
every time I died inside
and you saved my heart
hugged my soul
pulled me from the residue?

Did you know
how every time I looked at you
I saw a foundation of truth
an alabaster fortress
a stronghold and most importantly
you?

Did you know
even through the trials
harsh words spoken too quickly
and gentler ones
left unsaid
that you were so much to me?

Did you know
how my heart would ache
and I would struggle for breath
your memory a suffocating phantom
writhing in my heart
slicing my strength?

I didn't know
never guessed it would be like this
my heart a cyclone of you
leaning on the hope that somehow
you saw within my walls
and just

knew