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Wed, 03 Oct 2007 23:27:37 GMT

poems? poems.
Current mood: content

no one has to read these. (:

tonight he drinks champagne, with the beatiful and wasted
and 3 floors up she drinks in freedom, it's the best she's ever tasted
taking down her memories, one and two by one,
she's making room for a new right someone
yearning the tomorrow, and yesterdays, to come.

look down, and his locked door says 'do not open' -
because that's where he hides the horrible truth.
he looks out the window and sees his own face
but from a different time, and a different place -

from a different view, she's dusting her hands and watching the frame fall.
10 flights more, and glass with become tesserae
beautiful, not wasted.

we are the invincible.
lucky, you say?
where, when,
how in what way?
for we see what's unseen, and
what are intrigues
to eyes whole and ever clean?
bruises and hoards lay uniformly precise
in corn rows of revenge, dirt love and lice.
the idle breezes of logic, and perhaps hope,
manage to stir nothing, yet touch each thing.
rows, rows, rows, and registers
all of it dry, and none of it dead...
but all of us are crying.
crying, crying, crying, in the same bitty bucket
it's not enough to save our Mother.
we are the invincible, and we are the scorned.

rockaway rockaway rockaway baby
rock with me to the beach
and we'll swing and go crazy
we'll dance to different tunes
but we'll both know the words
i'll whisper it in your ear
and you can scream it in mine
we'll just laugh and swing baby
our hearts and our shoes
they're tapping in time

we're only young, and expectant
chasing a starlight
one that fades
the closer you get
what's to get?
zero gravity's a bitch.

skip skip skip
an angel's on my lip
telling me where puddles are,
and "careful not to slip"

tap tap tap
a demon's on my lap
if i get the words all wrong
my knuckles get a rap

did i not warn you, that my heart,
'tis made of glass so thin
yet on the floor it's shattered.
like paper hearts and cracks in the stone,
never whole again.

like light's release the day will come
he'll gather my heart, piece by piece
with gentle hands he'll mold it back
to say nothing, and hear,
"this, i will not break"
i wait.

that wish that you wish, for it to come true
it's as likely you'll find that same shooting star, and at the same time, too.
c'est la vie, c'est la vie, et il vous appelle
you won't find your dream come true
if you're waiting for it to come to you.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 18:17:21 GMT

nothing is real,
everything isane.
stuck in the middle of it -
all their stinking bullshit

in the depths of my fear
you are near,
whispering.
close enough that i can hear

"i love you."

but your words are worthless
such is my distress
your words have no meaning
my broken heart unbeating.

can't you see it's tearing me apart?

see
see me
see you
see us
our inimical love.
drowning in our sea.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 00:01:05 GMT

hey jude

i hate people. they can be the biggest assholes. people are stupid.

i am ashamed to be a girl sometimes. our gender is so plastic. girls wonder why they get no respect. you want to know why you don't? because you don't expect/ask/demand it. you think acting like a slut will get you anything but pimps? probably not. and what's with only choosing movie stars dudes? he's cute! oh no he's a geek. like him and die. why not go out with bob? he's hot and brainless! lucky you. that's ok. if that was you: he's all yours. the sweet dudes don't frickin deserve you anyway.

why are boys controlled by lust half or all of the time?
it's annoying.
yeah. i already know why you think she's cute.

do you love me sweetheart?
i hope so.

why doesn't he call.

hello mojo!

stupid bloody sunday.

screaming deceiving and bleeding for you
and you
still.
won't.
hear.
me.

but everyone's doing it.

don't touch me.

why can't be her? maybe then he'll be happy. he has to be happy. i'll die if he's not. [but he doesn't want me] [he wants me dead] maybe that will make him happy. the irony. make him happy... happy.... hope you're happy darlin.

i want out. no more pretending.

STFU! OMFG! LMAO!! >_<

hello gorgeous.

dirty stinkin bastard.

yes sir, i can boogie.

i got the hippy hippy shakes!

but...

i just want your kiss.

the pretty girl isn't the one starving herself, it's the one that loves food and fun. it isn't the one that can pout perfectly, it's the one that smiles and sucks it up when things get tough. the one that you know you can always depend on. the one that's different. the one that thinks for herself.

i want to be pretty.

we didn't start the fire.

yeah, we're all stars now... in the dope show.

i'm johnny knoxville!

myspace.com

i'm online.

[made by me! no steal-y my pic-y! ]

Friday, October 13, 2006

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 13:01:01 GMT

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia =

fear of long words

[seriously.]

...it sucks when you're too afraid to say what you're afraid of.

other phobias:

Ophidiophobia - fear of snakes (most common)

Papaphobia - fear of the pope.
Scorodophobia - fear of garlic.
Pteronophobia - fear of being tickled with feathers.
Ranidaphobia - fear of frogs.
Philematophobia - fear of kissing.
Aulophobia - fear of flutes.
Ostraconophobia - fear of shellfish.
Graphophobia - fear of handwriting.
Blennophobia - fear of slime.
Gerontophobia - fear of old people.
Peladophobia - fear of bald people.
Geropeladophobia - fear of old, bald people.
Phobophobia - fear of developing a fear (...?)

i'm not trying to make fun of people with phobias, i know that for them the fear is very real. but it's extremely interesting to find out about these things.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 16:03:00 GMT

"It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one." - Valerie, V for Vendetta

Do, Do you, Do you know?
Do you know how long I've waited?
To look up from below,
Just to find someone like you?
And will your love light burn me baby?
Burn a hole right through my heart
I think I might just trust you, maybe
But I'm not sure
I'm not sure I wanna know
- The Used [lunacy fringe]

what in betty's bloomers is on the radio now?
... it sounds like the feral cry of a retarded mexican sasquatch!
- Sarge, RvB

halloween is coming up.
we're all going to the haunted forest, possibly to run an event and scare all the little kids XD

so i need a costume!
i was thinking about being a punk, when the phrase "rock is dead" came to mind.
tada! zombie rocker chick it is.

zomg. or nancy spungen! 0_o
don't think jon would want to be sid v tho.

ok... i've made the skirt part so far, but i'm not sure i like it:

anyone have suggestions?

i was going to get a crimson skull tee, but this one is even better ^^

then fishnets, some more chains, some morbid make-up, and...
the spiked head of course!

hmm...

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 11:22:21 GMT

:minor threat:

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and fuck my head
Hang out with the living dead
Snort white shit up my nose
Pass out at the shows
I don't even think about speed
That's something I just don't need

I've got the straight edge

I'm a person just like you
But I've got better things to do
Than sit around and smoke dope
'Cause I know I can cope
Laugh at the thought of eating ludes
Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue
Always gonna keep in touch
Never want to use a crutch

I've ~~got the~~ gone straight edge!

well not really i've been sXe but...
yeah.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 15:37:00 GMT

hate is not the opposite of love, it's indifference.
...because even if you hate me, you still care.

strange how one question can mar a day so thoroughly.

this calm facade i create for myself hides that churning, nauseating turmoil i constantly feel inside. it is fracturing. one day, it will splinter apart, and i confess i am a bit scared as to what will happen. and who my victim will be.

i need a burn book, a black book. something that records who and what i hate.

to put it nicely,
i hope you choke.

at the top of the list: shallow, stuck-up, narcissitic, stupid, attention dependent wh---- oops.

then, right below that: the people who are in love with them anyway.

it sickens me, that people can see the ugliness below the skin and continue to fawn over their beauty nonetheless. what's worse, that i have cause to be afraid of these people. they have the power to seduce everything i love away from me. will they use it? would they want to...? most importantly -

.....

would he fall for it?

i may hate myself sometimes, but i know in my heart that i am, a thousand times over, a better choice than they are. but -

.....

does he realize that?

sing to me lies, let them linger
inside of me, give me a reason
to stay with you, just let me know
so i can run away faster than ever before...

[mine (and tsa's, of course)]

tell me about yourself.
tell me all about your favorite bands - how they're super-indie-neo-hardcore. tell me all about your favorite hobbies, and the way you love sunsets.

[more random pictures]

are you perspiring from the irony?
lol.

september 5. only in south florida.

can you find them?

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BHZVGVYUDSAVBYUDSAGVD8skgg
15641418FBIFKLSABNHLIFBBkdtg
HBKJIABYVHDSLBKYVUDFIBSZ258g
NFJIBHILOVEYOU GFJDNHDJNN52g
BVYIHVLDFYHVSVIHYDSBUIVB243g
NGIDHBGFBUIGBFIGIDBIFUIBGstvg
GUJVBUJDSGHJKDBHGBDCYHSDkhc
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254544575285244655225589C456
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those 3 little words.
tricky to see at first.
but after you've seen it once, you always do.
[i love you]

Monday, September 18, 2006

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 15:16:13 GMT

I hate it when the rockers that listen to hardcore stuff think that they're gods, so much effing better than the people who like My Chem or the Used. WTF DOES IT MATTER!? I'll listen to whatever I want, thank you very much, whether it be Bury Your Dead, Metallica, or Fall Out Boy. Liking mainstream rock does not make me a teenie! And if I feel like calling Norma Jean hardcore, I will. Jesus.

Damn music nazis.

who would have thought Jada Pinkett Smith was a metal head?? And a pretty good one at that.

CLICK.

HAHA.

i feel fat.

oh well.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 03:49:49 GMT

You called me a bitch, a bitch is a dog, dogs bark,
bark is on trees, trees are nature, nature is beautiful.
Thanks for the compliment!

i'm so effing bored - i made a live journal. wow.

someone help me, please.

i am depressed by the fact that i have such an insubstantial social life sometimes.
i should join an art club. but i'm too damn lazyxcore.
haha. xcore. that's my new thing - something so stupid it's become cool.
kind of like mtv? but not quite - i don't hate xcore. yet...

add me on myspace: [32253467]

i walk in the storms, on the wrong side of the street. oh yeah. i'm bad.

how to dance hardxcore:

omfg. lmfao.
watch it. or else.

3 more months til Christmas Khaos!!!!
and i still can't find out who's going. =[.
[i'm hoping at least korn and mudvayne]
can't wait, but we'll have to be wary of the "moshers"
dumbasses think hardcore dancing in each other's faces is moshing.
lammme.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 00:11:02 GMT

Tributes and Tears

it seems only yesterday, doesn't it?

five years have passed.

but like bruised skin, the wound of 9/11 is still tender, an obvious mark on the history of our country. no country is safe from destruction and terror.

but the strength of America is that we have been tried and tried by the forces of chaos, but through it all, we join together and emerge victorious. like light filtering though smoke, like a bright flag rising above wreckage, our spirit cannot ever be broken.