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[16 Sep 2006|01:55am]
wow. it's been so long since i've written any entries. i figured they would have deleted my account already.
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Inspire Me [24 Feb 2004|02:29am]
I dream of us
Holding hands
Gazing into each others eyes
With the silly look of love
On our faces
"I love you"
The words seem to
Flow out of your mouth
Like a sweet lullaby
Leaving me in a state
Of utmost happiness
A simple, yet more than complex
Epiphany
Then it all
Comes tumbling down
It's only a dream
Wake up
1 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[18 Nov 2003|04:56am]
Your voice floods through my head like a disease.
Every word finds a way to get inside of me,
Digging deeper and prying it's way through the debris.

You burn a hole into my mind.
Ruining me in ways I can't describe.
I hope for the day,
It all goes away.

It makes me want to scream.
It makes me want to cry.
Bringing out all the anger and frustration,
That makes me want to die.

You'll see it in my eyes,
You'll see it in my smile,
You'll know that I'm not happy,
Just forever in denial.
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[11 Sep 2003|03:10am]
Why doesn't anyone comment me anymore? *tear*
1 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

*I will not take credit for someone else's work* [14 Aug 2003|06:31am]
I look deeply into your loving eyes,
Holding your hands,
Feeling the love between us.
All I can think of is you.
You whisper in my ear
How much you love me.
I tell you that you mean everything to me.
You are my world,
My sun,
My moon and stars.
You smile and kiss me.
I am in heaven.
Then, as it must,
It all comes crashing down.
I snap awake to the sound of my alarm.
Tears still in my eyes,
Realizing that I must go,
Go to reality.
You are gone.
My world,
My sun,
My moon and stars,
All gone.
Leaving me empty to continue
As a shell of myself.
If only I could live the dream,
To have you back,
Impossible,
But I can still wish.
I will always love you,
And that you know,
No matter how you hurt me,
Use me,
Tear me apart,
You know I'll be back.
For that,
I hate you,
I wish I could anyways,
Impossible,
But I can still wish,
Can't I?
1 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

I Vant To Suck Your Blood [30 Jul 2003|04:07am]
Vampire Ho
Vampire Ho


What type of vampire are you?
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Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Mmmm Quizzes [16 Jul 2003|05:13pm]

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Sally: The Rag Doll
Sally is pretty cool. She seems a bit too quite in
the movie. But I like how she would do anything
for Jack. It's so sweet. ^_^


What The Nightmare Before Christmas character are you?
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WHAT TYPE OF WILD CREATURE ARE YOU? (New Pictures!)
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Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Hey baby, nice shoes: Wait 'till you see my socks! [14 Jul 2003|05:57am]
Fuck me? What time? No, fuck you! *gives him the finger* Keep in mind, this is just a game.
We are all children,
In this game of life.
Fail,
Succeed.
Live,
Die.
Learn your lesson,
Repeat your faults.
We won't love you any less,
Or any more for that matter.
3 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Cause you're my wonderwall... [07 Jul 2003|04:00pm]
I can't wait
To show you my smile
I can't breathe
Thinking I'll be held in your arms
I can't believe
I get to love you forever
The days pass as we get closer
The perfect union of two souls
My heart weakens with anticipation
Every day brings a surge of blissfulness
My love will consume you
If it hasn't already
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Life is like a big bowl of ice cream..... [06 Jul 2003|06:37pm]
[ mood | sick ]
[ music | Bile - In League ]

So.. how was your 4th of July? Mine was shitty. I was working all night. I didn't even get to see any fireworks. I could hear the ones at Wilson park so I looked out the window but saw nothing. My family had fun though. They went swimming and had a barbecue. Is that how you spell it?

I've been sick since Thursday night. Some kind of head-cold. Plus, the heat we've been having just makes it worse. I have a nasty cough that sounds like a dog barking. Haha. Maybe I should lay off the cigarettes. I'll probably end up like that lady in the TV commecials, smoking out of the hole in her throat. All I wanted was some fucking cough medicine... but no, I couldn't even get that. Good thing I didn't have to work today or yesterday. I do have to work tomorrow. :(

So yeah.. I got in trouble this morning because I went to my friend's house last night around midnight and got back at 8 am. I didn't tell my mom so I got yelled at and punished. But she was sleeping! If I had woken her up, she would have been totally pissed. Oh well.. no big deal. I have a habit of doing that... going out at all hours of the night and not telling anyone where I'm going. I'm not exactly an adult yet so it's not okay to do that. Why don't you just let me find out the hard way? Like if I get a ticket for curfew or something. Then I'll learn my lesson. I like to think of myself as somewhat of a rebel. It may be true....

Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

I'm so pretty. [03 Jul 2003|05:26am]
[ mood | sleeeeepy ]
[ music | millions of random thoughts in my head ]

Lately, I've just been posting poetry and quiz junk. Obviously. And yes, I wrote that poetry myself. I'm a poet and I know it. Oh yeah, don't negatively criticize my work cause I don't care what you have to say. On the other hand, if you have something nice to say about it, lay it on me, baby. Compliments are always welcome! I don't know what to write in here. There are lots of things worth writing about but too many people read my shite. I don't want to post something that's overly personal. Yeah, we all have issues, I know.

So... Bri and I decided to go vegetarian for a week. Might as well go commando too. Hah. We got the idea from John, except we won't be eating any cheese sandwiches or Fritos and beandip. LOL. Considering tomorrow is the 4th of July, we sprung for Saturday. This way we can eat all the good stuff the day before. However, I don't think I'll be doing anything that great this year. I have to work. Speaking of work... it's been pissing me off lately. That's what I get for trying to be a responsible adult, huh?

Whatever.. I'm sleepy. Someone comment me please?!?! It's been so long.
P.S. Yes, Cook is a very lucky man. ;)

Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[03 Jul 2003|05:25am]
fuck
your fuck.


What swear word are you?
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Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[23 Jun 2003|03:35pm]


You are a phoenix.

What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Will you still love me? [22 Jun 2003|07:09am]
[ mood | discontent ]

I've done things,
That mommy would never approve of.
I've been places,
Only god knows where.
The fear inside me swells,
But still I cry for more.
The soft caress of your finger tips,
The luscious taste of your skin,
The tranquil sound of your voice,
The tantalizing smell you emit,
It gets me every time.
Every move you make,
Draws me closer.
Every breath I take,
Is followed with a shudder.
How can I be so immoral?
How can you be so fucked in the head?
You're constantly in a distant stare.
Even when you're right in front of me,
You're never all quite there.

Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[21 Jun 2003|02:17am]


Your magical style is Priestess.

What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

anyone for a game of cat and mouse? [18 Jun 2003|05:21am]
i waited for you that night
but you never showed
too scared to reveal yourself
too scared to face the horrid nightmare
that haunts your faith
the faith of us and all it's prestige
you used to cast a shadow onto my dreams
the place where never a sight
goes unseen
but now the mouse is under my claw
shivering and screaming
for a way to reside
all hope is lost for this young theif
this one who stole my only trust
my only confidence in human beings
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

I LOVE COOK!! [17 Jun 2003|04:37pm]
I just wanted to mention that I got a raise! Ever heard of Marlboro Blend No.27? I think they're my new brand. My friends keep buying 'em. SURGEON GENERAL'S WARNING: Smoking Causes Lung Cancer, Heart Disease, Emphysema, And May Complicate Pregnancy. Welp.. looks like I'm fucked. I think I'll have to finish this later.. I gotta go to work. I'll come back and edit to add more junk. Later! Okay... I'm back from work. I went on a date to Norm's with Debra. It was neato. We shared sex secrets and shit like that. Then we picked up Bri. She's in my bed right now.. we're gonna spoon later. Tee hee hee.

Bri ain't wearin' no bra. A ding dong!
I was there when she took it off. A ding dong!
She put it in the VCR. A ding dong!
Now the VCR needs CPR...
A ding dong, dong, dong, dong... a ding dong, dong, dong, dong, a ding dong!

I'm pathetic..... bye!
2 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

[11 Jun 2003|01:02am]
[ mood | tired ]
[ music | the TV the TV ]

you are wicked
the one who chills my spine
who keeps me awake at night
the very thought of you
corrodes me inside
can you hear my call
desperately in need
of all the things i fear
let me devour your love
and open the door
into a world of happiness
without the pain
you hold so dearly to your heart


roses are red
violets are blue
you'll never know
how much i love you

1 Oh well. Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

the perfect dream [04 Jun 2003|11:52am]
breathe you in
taste the tears you cry
caress your skin
seep into your heart
pure your mind
and dream with you
get lost in your eyes
never find myself again
dance with your soul
never miss a beat
embrace your kiss
never reject your sentiment
endure your pain
never unbind
forever entwined in your love
Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

Word of the day: Self-Pity [15 May 2003|12:34am]
[ mood | insightful ]
[ music | joydrop - breakdown ]

I'm not a very good writer when it comes to expressing my feelings. I have all these emotions bottling up, twisting and turning in my mind and in my stomach. I feel like a champagne bottle with the cork about to pop off. I just cant wait for it all to come bubbling over. Drenching me like an instant downpour. As it runs down my face, then you'll see the real me.

I look in the mirror and see the lonely, vulnerable, little girl I am. Such a sad sight.

A Poem For No One To Read:
All I crave is your attention.
All I love is your love.
I want you more than I want myself.
It all seems fun and games,
But it will break me in the end.

You don't know how fragile I've become.

Glove Don't Fit the Hand.

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