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[17 Jul 2007|09:15pm] |
and there she was in the corner of the universe
just a speck of dust lost in enternity.
and she dangled there over the ocean. the waves
mimicked her steady heartbeat. the rise, and the
fall. so dramatic, so easy, so calm. and
each limb carefully strung on
string almost as transparent as her skin.
she swore to herself if she moved a little
to the left or a little to the right, maybe
the sun would seep through her skin, making
her as bright as she always wanted to be.
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[17 Jul 2007|09:15pm] |
and i guess its that very moment,
when time stands still. and you think to yourself, if you could just freeze that moment everything would be ok.
its as if time stops, for a heartbeat, or an eyeblink. and you think everything really is going to be ok.
so maybe my life isn't going to be on the silver screen, and maybe it won't be 1st on the ratings list.
but its my life. and i am choosing who i want to be. and in that moment when you could almost hear the skys
heartbeat you relize thats all that matters. your choosing who you are, live your life, live for those moments
that time stands still.
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[11 Feb 2007|12:14pm] |
songs on
-new beginings
-freshmen
-start of highschool
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[01 Jan 2007|02:41pm] |
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here's to the nights we felt alive
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[09 May 2006|10:39am] |
"aren't you proud?" she whispered
"aren't you proud?" she screamed
"aren't you proud?"
"aren't you proud?"
"aren't you proud?"
proud of what? he thought
proud that your doing this
proud that your a mess?
am i proud to know you need me,
proud to know that your just
another line in my story book,
that your a dreamer, and wont
let it ever come true, proud
that i know i could save you,
but you wont let me, proud that
i watch you threw your bedroom
window everynight, wishing you
weren't. proud that your a diaster
and even threw your distance eyes
i can still scrap up a smile.
proud that your everything everyone
wishes they could be, yet you
don't want to be that. proud that
im your cure, yet you'll never
overcome it. proud that your
alone, proud that i need you.
proud that i want you proud that
i wont ever be with you. proud
that i love you.
then yes, i am proud.
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[14 Apr 2006|07:20pm] |
i cant do it anymore a pen is no long my acquaintance
and you are no longer my love
i cant sit for hours and write and write,
because each word will roll off my tounge and slip through
my finger tips as i try to catch it.
i cant stay up late anymore
because i am failing you have ruined me.
you can not be disspointed
or sorry, because you've created me,
i am your monster your creature
that will rip away everypart of your heart,
ill sink my teeth into
your knees and cut away your flesh.
i am the creature that was always
bestoyed inside of you.
the ugly thing that every beauty worries
about each idnentity and skin cell is labled insecurity,
jealousy,or parinioa.
i am just a figure in the backgroud, a shadow, a distant
breeze. i am your memories of better days.
tonight i an going to spill my guts onto paper,
instead of to you,
because my insides are far to bile and expossed.
you can not handle this,
because you can not handle the truth.
i am your true love, i was meant to be with you.
so take advantage of me,
while i stand at your doorstep
with my bouqet of clumsy words.
you never really understood me did you.
i am the lullaby that sings you to comfort everynight,
that will hide before your face.
by morning, we will try
to stop the sun, but you are far to weak,
and i will sink into your wall,
becoming a wallflower, when i was once
your ray of sunshine.
tonight i am going to let it all out
everyword, every sentence, every adjective:
love
hate
jealousy
paranioa
fuck
kill
adore
forever
i love you, every last inche of you, the way you love to hate me.
the way jealousy besetoyed us, the way paranioa finally conquered
us both. how they fucked you up, how i fucked you, how the only
option left is to kill you, kill the memories, kill the edvidence,
so that every last fan of yours adores you last words, as i once
adore you, forever.
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[27 Mar 2006|06:27pm] |
before.
after.
i love photoshop.
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[26 Mar 2006|05:34pm] |
fate is not a noun
she is a verb, fate
is every last word that
you will utter off your
lips, fate is your eyes,
eyes that locked into
mine. fate is your chest
pressed against mine
heartbeat against heartbeat
until we make one. one is
us, we are one, because
or passion is unite.
and that is the passion
that i've day dreamed
for so long, stuggling.
spilling my heart onto
cheap wasted paper, while
i rather waste my time
with you. fate is the pencil
used to draw out our future
she is there for you to
trace over with pen, because
you my love.. you make me.
you make everyone last bit
sometimes i wonder who i
really am, as i try to find
myself, but you are always
there, and your lips will
re-tell the story of my
life, fate is what brought
me here, even thou i chose
not to, because i will make
an impact, we will make an
impact on history, ever
last author will stive to
write out our story, they'll
weep our every last
emotion. fate is the choice,
even thou,
fate is us, fate is time
fate is love, fate is a cold-
hearted elegant whore.
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[21 Mar 2006|04:24pm] |
dear [insert cute boy here]
im writing you this future letter, which i will
probally have sent throught out the whole internet.
if this landeded in your mail box congratulations
i have chosen you. enclose is my heart, which i
have willingly given up to you. im an insecure
jealous whore, and i proabbly don't even like you;
that much, that is. right now i'm probally thinking
about the sky or the moon, because i dream to much
i have a secret, the only reason i chose you, was
because i need you to tell me im pretty thats it,
maybe if your good at it, ill give you a kiss.
you shouldn't rely on me, because i don't trust
you. i will never. and don't try to say all that
forever, because that gets me really angry. also
i've enclose a lock of my hair, so you can keep
it, just like they do in those lame movies that
i wish i was involved in on my birthday candles,
or maybe if your a uber cute dweed you can come
and find me, and rape me, then i'll have something
to really cry about. and maybe my therapist will
be a little more instrested in and will take time
off staring me down and actually listen. congratulations
again on getting this, i will now wait for you to
reply make me un faithful to society.
forever,
yours.
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[20 Mar 2006|10:12am] |
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[20 Mar 2006|09:35am] |
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[06 Mar 2006|01:40pm] |
i cant do it anymore a pen is no long my acquaintance
and you are no longer my love
i cant sit for hours and write and write,
because each word will roll off my tounge and slip through
my finger tips as i try to catch it.
i cant stay up late anymore
because i am failing you have ruined me.
you can not be disspointed
or sorry, because you've created me,
i am your monster your creature
that will rip away everypart of your heart,
ill sink my teeth into
your knees and cut away your flesh.
i am the creature that was always
bestoyed inside of you.
the ugly thing that every beauty worries
about each idnentity and skin cell is labled insecurity,
jealousy,or parinioa.
i am just a figure in the backgroud, a shadow, a distant
breeze. i am your memories of better days.
tonight i an going to spill my guts onto paper,
instead of to you,
because my insides are far to bile and expossed.
you can not handle this,
because you can not handle the truth.
i am your true love, i was meant to be with you.
so take advantage of me,
while i stand at your doorstep
with my bouqet of clumsy words.
you never really understood me did you.
i am the lullaby that sings you to comfort everynight,
that will hide before your face.
by morning, we will try
to stop the sun, but you are far to weak,
and i will sink into your wall,
becoming a wallflower, when i was once
your ray of sunshine.
tonight i am going to let it all out
everyword, every sentence, every adjective:
love
hate
jealousy
paranioa
fuck
kill
adore
forever
i love you, every last inche of you, the way you love to hate me.
the way jealousy besetoyed us, the way paranioa finally conquered
us both. how they fucked you up, how i fucked you, how the only
option left is to kill you, kill the memories, kill the edvidence,
so that every last fan of yours adores you last words, as i once
adore you, forever.
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[03 Mar 2006|05:38pm] |
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[27 Feb 2006|02:46pm] |
hey guys.
which program do you have
like photoshop, that you know
you can get a free trial, or something
ill love you forever.
dear darling, get a grip.
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[27 Feb 2006|09:33am] |
your nothing but a fake
with a pretty face, so
please get over yourself
your never going to go
farther then on a cover
of the magazine under my
mattress.
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[21 Feb 2006|06:50pm] |
each note rung, hollow throu out the teenage hearts
every fingertip would weave a melody, telling a story of
a tradedy that would fill you up, making your lungs
explode into song. and every same brown eyed boy would
strum out the same chord
making the words on your lips quiver in time to the tapping of your feet.
choke out the melody of lips locked and hopeful hearts
exploding like fireworks everytime those sparks fly
make the boys cry and the girls bat their eyelashes as they weave those twisted teenage hearts into a melody of music only for the brave.
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