by Robin Norwood
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Ok. I'll Admit It...
I have officially been offered acceptance to the Massachusettes School of Professional Psychology for their Counseling Psychology and School Psychology graduate degree programs.
Tonight, I accepted admission into the School Psychology program, and put down my first deposit.
... but I'm not quite sure I believe it yet.
I mean I. am actually going to grad school.
... in Boston.
... in 4 months.
... with enough financial aid that I DON'T have to work.
Part of me wants to say it. out loud. every day.
... just to make sure it isn't all a dream.
Tonight, I accepted admission into the School Psychology program, and put down my first deposit.
... but I'm not quite sure I believe it yet.
I mean I. am actually going to grad school.
... in Boston.
... in 4 months.
... with enough financial aid that I DON'T have to work.
Part of me wants to say it. out loud. every day.
... just to make sure it isn't all a dream.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
only because he'll never read this.
your bright, bloated anime eyes
walk tight rope on your heroine thin lies
apathy masks fear
and you had that stink about you, my deer.
i know.
my headlights.
they shine too bright.
too fast.
but fleetings like this-
you have to jump on them while they last.
i don't have the time to wait around.
the time to see what might bloom.
if you want me. take me.
but treat me like you've just landed on the moon.
honestly, though...
the game has already been lost.
i questioned myself too much
to even let you see that underbelly
part of you may have wanted to touch.
you came in heavy just like any other cliche
but couldn't walk your talk
or say what you wanted to say.
my regrets
they are part of a pattern
deeply seeded
protecting myself
from the hurt i make you deliver
but if i get another chance
i'll show you
what you'd never have the courage to go after anyway...
walk tight rope on your heroine thin lies
apathy masks fear
and you had that stink about you, my deer.
i know.
my headlights.
they shine too bright.
too fast.
but fleetings like this-
you have to jump on them while they last.
i don't have the time to wait around.
the time to see what might bloom.
if you want me. take me.
but treat me like you've just landed on the moon.
honestly, though...
the game has already been lost.
i questioned myself too much
to even let you see that underbelly
part of you may have wanted to touch.
you came in heavy just like any other cliche
but couldn't walk your talk
or say what you wanted to say.
my regrets
they are part of a pattern
deeply seeded
protecting myself
from the hurt i make you deliver
but if i get another chance
i'll show you
what you'd never have the courage to go after anyway...
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