How do these strings form, and span such distances? They are like spiderwebs linking us together. No matter how far we run they never break, they just get thinner. Every word and touch joins us, Every curse and kiss binds us. They are invisible things attaching me to you, and you to me. They used to be stronger - ...

The extremely talented St. Fallen has said that he likes one of my poems (Choices). It's an awesome feeling when someone says anything complimentary about my poetry, so I am extremely chuffed that he has chosen it to be featured on the Annasi & Kadalagotu Poetry Pilau fb page. As I don't live in SL anymore, I haven't been to ...

Sometimes it's great to be able to finally say - 'fuck this shit, I am a grown up, and I can do whatever I want.' That's not always the case though. It's not easy to just decide it's time for a new career, or go travelling for a year, or stay home all day and get stoned. As you get ...

In my last post I mentioned I had a job offer. Well, I've accepted it. It's an internal position, so it's not a massive change. It's a big step up, which is really scary. I've pretty much skipped a role (or two) and landed myself in a quagmire of decision making and responsibility. What is really frustrating though, is ...

FateI thought she was on my side,That this was where I should be.The threads of my life made this path,My feet followed, soundlessly.Then she started weaving these twists,And there were so many turns to take.She knotted, stretched and cut up,Till I became her cast-off, her mistake.I don't know what angered her so much.She once gave me joy, now there's pain.I ...

This is my fight, my battle.These are my swords, my armour.This is my war.You had your chance,Deserter.Now, I fight alone.These demons, these ghouls,these ghosts, these monsters,I love themand only I can hurt them.This is my battle, this is my fight.This is my kill.You had your chance,Nightmare,and I did not die.Look at my blood, my wounds,my trophies, my burdens.Remember themwhen you ...

Missyouloveyou Show me the meaning of uncertainty Its many stages of joy and insecurity. Carry me away, daintily, into the stars. Like sharp diamonds and painful scars Their intensity and careless ways call me. Show me the meaning of the abandonment Of emotions, of convention, of solitude Carry me; I want to feel your love, I want to revel ...

She is screaming at me, Begging me to stop. And as I chose to ignore her, I feel stronger, weaker, scared and alone. She tells me the truth Every single day. Her words have this way Of seeping through my bubble. Of drowning me, Of killing and reviving me, All at once. Is it any wonder that I'd rather ...

2 am Do these seconds really matter? As they scurry past me, A second, so big so small Not really a second at all. I’ve wasted so much time. Reliving and feeling, Not really seeing, Never really believing. Will I be wasting more seconds With this eternal debate? A second sparks choice, decision And everything else I hate And ...

Bloody hell. Where has this year gone? But then I guess I say that every year. Even though the early months of the year were a bit sucky, it's turned out not to be a terrible year actually. I am looking forward to December, and I am actually looking forward to life in general. After a long time of agonising ...

Remember last January, when there was so much hope for the new year, and you made all those resolutions? Did you ever keep any of them? I am proud to say that, for the second time in my life, I have actually kept a new year's resolution. To be honest, the first time doesn't really count cos it was to ...

There are so many articles and blog posts about quitting Facebook. Unfortunately this is one of them. It's been about two weeks now. And while it wasn't exactly done as a social experiment or some kind of 30 day challenge, it has been pretty interesting to note the results of my actions. So far, the most striking thing is everyone's ...

Why do people fall in love? 9 times out of 10 things get screwed up, and you are left picking up the pieces, and trying to make sense of things. I always hated the unanswered questions - the "why's?", the "did he, or didn't he", the "wtf happened?!" I was looking through some of my poems and came across the ...

The confusion in their eyes when I am what I am, Turns me against the world and me. As I cower in a corner of myself, And as you tell me about love, I wish I were anything but me. The one who knows how to hurt and be hurt, The one who is strong, the one who cries, ...

Christmas trees, Christmas decor, Christmas shopping, Christmas food, Christmas projects, Christmas holidays, and Christmas weather. Not to forget - Christmas gifts! All this might sound the perfect recipe for a grumpy, stressed and cold me. But I am actually loving it. Except for the cold, I don't ever feel warm here. After about six years I am finally going to ...

I have always loved music, as much as it's possible to love something, and having it be a part of my life without actually learning anything about it. I am not a singer (but I've done a few rare gigs in the shower), not a musician (always wanted to learn the drums - there are not enough female drummers ...

It surprises me that no one can hear my mind scream. I hear it loud and clear, one day my voice will follow. No one hears the arguments, the debates, the eternal repetition. They don’t crave silence. They don’t hate silence. It’s all in my mind. And I am surprised that my mind has let me get this far. ...

Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die. - Ants Marching, Dave Matthews Band Usually there's already a song out there that pretty much sums up whats going on in my head. Luckily this time, its a pretty kick ass song... and I will probably kill myself the day One Direction sing a song that sums up whats in my head.

I am seriously finding it hard to find the time to do anything that's personally constructive these days. You know, like writing, drawing, heck - even reading. Work has been extremely taxing lately. Everything from balancing 5 big projects, to dealing with friction in the team. I actually miss the old job, and the old team, and feeling like I ...

I miss the 90's. The music was better, life was less complicated. I was skinny, my skin was so smooth. Sure, the big glasses and generally gawkiness ensured that I spent most of the 90's being insecure. I worried about my mom letting me shave my legs, and when my boobs would finally make an appearance. By the late ...