a little less strumming, a little more effing
Friday, September 28, 2007
There's too many things I haven't done yet,
It's raining again. I stepped onto a puddle, and I was caught unaware when the pool of murky water seeped through the pores of my skin like shattered glass. It's cold. It's been cold, these few yesterdays that flew by. I could feel fingers gripping the handle of my broken umbrella a little tighter. The rain was harsh, the wind was unforgiving, people did not care. Every man for himself, huh? But really, it's okay, i'll be stubborn with this messed up umbrella so that I couldn't take one more sweeping glance at your glowing face. Even though I just chanced another. Go away, please. No, really. Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
too many sunsets that I haven't seen.
Too many pictures have been taken for the sake of reason. I guess that's the way these things go. But now, I have to deal with all these stuck up memories, when I don't need to. When I don't want to. I'd rather be clothed in darkness than see these colors fade into a blur of brown and whatnot. Fingerprints that wished to be left on my hand than on these folded corners, they fade away as well, and become part of the ashed and forgotten. I've gone blind with whisks of wishes and dreams.
And, now, all I'll ever see, is the first indigo of dawn, before I close my eyes, and forbid tears to run far. I sleep, if not at all.
smiled at the sun again @ 11:37 PM,
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spoken like a true bastard
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Consider this lack of decent sleep as your fault.
Tangled up in my dreams, slighting and flashing. Please, say you're in trouble, what's the problem with a little destruction? On comes with panic light, holding on with fingers and feelings alike, leaves fly by, and pictures turn into crisp blots. Where I am now, there will be no one else; I am here. Much has been wasted, I thought wrong, I did wrong, now I am- no, I was. Whereas life springs from flowing waters and growing trees, I am found lifeless on a wet field, drunk, exhausted, yet familiar. Clutched, a letter, sadness, thy name is sun.
Even then, Sleeping Beauty sleeps with a frown in her porcelain face. Distraction - as was, as is, fairy tales, NEED fairies to work.
smiled at the sun again @ 9:02 AM,
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raindrops fomr jupiter
Friday, September 21, 2007
Of dolls and figures: I'd rather vomit.
Steal my sunshine, and YOU DEAD, BIATCH. *snap*
Seriously.
Gotta give love on Christmas day. And the day before.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:03 AM,
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spunky mcsythe
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
You,
I hate you more.
What a starter. I give away my character like it's not yesterday. Oh well, papel. Haha. I don't know what the hell I'm writing about anymore. I'm not in the mood, so, yeah, here it goes.
Sometimes, there's just too much talking, when I just want to keep on walking. On days like those, I keep up with the rain's tapping. I like clear puddles of water, they make me feel weak, senseless, immoral. And I really couldn't care less. A year's supply of boredom and pretty much anything broken has taken it's toll on me. I, I am, I am not thinking. I saw black and white stripes the other day, the ones I'd love on my skin, but sadly, it is not, and I give that thought a cold shrug. I thought, pellets. I wanted to gun you down. With pellets. From the reserve of my Air Gun. 'Cause, you know, you won't die from that, but it'll hurt, and leave a nasty mark on your prudent skin. Bloody, I want you to be. But really, no, a head turn is a chance too big for my health. I guess I'm suited with that lingering feeling when I thoughts of you are abound while I stare blankly into the rain-fogged distance. I hate you.
Suddenly, I'm beginning to doubt if I've learned anything. And suddenly, it's you.
smiled at the sun again @ 10:53 AM,
,
you called
Friday, September 7, 2007
I am not Little Osiris, sadly.
But my feelings are.
Dead, immortal, and legendary.
e.) none of the above.
smiled at the sun again @ 2:06 AM,
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skyrockets in flight, afternoon delight
It's a boring day, as always, and one of those that I waste away the time thinking about what it would be like if I had one DSLR camera in my hands, and the things I could possibly do with it. I've been worried about how I'm going to cope up with studies (not that I really did anything special about it, or even anything at all), it's probably coming along with all the stress (which I completely ignore) that's been bumming me out all week long.
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Today's burning hot, a less agreeable weather than the usual. I feel my temper hanging on its last threads, and boredom just laughing at my impatience; I swear, I wanted to jump out of the window right then and there. But alas, I am still bound by school sanctions, and reality, my insanity is sedated again for the nth time today.
Redolence. I could feel every hair in my body standing. Before I could look, my right eye started twitching, and I couldn't stop it. Well, whatever.
This has been the longest subject so far. And the first to make me feel a little bit out of myself.
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I wrote down on a piece of paper:
rock, paper, scissors
you make me sick
period
.
bored bored bored.
so if you believe me
say a prayer for me.
where there are children smiling, there is hope.
bet you wanna
drag the sunrise down.
JEEP. FUCK JEEP.
I'm not going bald since I didn't lose a single hairstrand during the
...37 minutes that passed. Wow, yay class, one more hour.
(draw)
(draw some more)
(more more more)
(murrrrrmurrrrrrrrrr)
I am a sexy, emo, perverted, insomaniac. They said so.
Flattered, I think otherwise. And Freedom walls sock. Not sUck, sOck.
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SHITTY INTERNET, IDON'TLOFFYOU.
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Apparently, this is me. I friggin' LOL'ed at that.
smiled at the sun again @ 1:10 AM,
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am een ur kichun, eetin ur poodin
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Yesterday we held hands. Counting every millisecond was stressful. But it was worth it. I still have my passion for ignoring the obvious, after all.
I am your green light
through the glass door
Whisked upon a falling star
A touch.
And today, I die. A little bit more than usual.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:52 AM,
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