Monday, September 26, 2005

And It Became Silent

*sigh* and the silence filled to consume the world...each house filled with the mist of quiet...each person stopped to look at the darkness in the sky...no one knew what it was...and then...it was too late to run...the meteor crashed into the earth and knocked it out of orbit...and the silence became eternity...frozen moments of civilization clung to the frosted orb drifting aimlessly in space...a child staring in wonder at the sky...a man and woman holding hands and clinging to each other...and a tear left glittering for all eternity on the cheek of one who never cried...

Friday, September 23, 2005

I Know Who You Are...

and you should be afraid....very afraid!!! sir bean and annie, you are both hereby sentenced to death. just thought i'd put that on here for the record. I AM NOT A GOTH!!! *draws sword* i know where both of you live... *maniacal laughter* and i will find you! *storms off* i am not a goth!!!! DO YOU HEAR ME???? I AM NOT A GOTH!!!

*ahem* yeah, i think that's about it for now.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Create

Create your crystaline bubbles
I will always watch you float against the sky
Of your dreams
The sky of your hope and my pain.
You take the shine from stars
And wrap it up inside yourself to become brighter
Than the sun. I burn from your brilliance.
You. You fly so gracefully.
I aspire to be you and yet you are my death
Light as a shimmer, you taunt me
And you don't even know.
I admire your thoughts and voice
The way you catch the wind and rise so far
Even the clouds envy your freedom.
Silver streams of perfection waft past me
Dissapating when I touch them
They tangle in the trees and I find that
I hate the trees, who are pure enough
To hold your whispers.
I sit in the darkness and watch you
Everything i cannot be you are.
The sunlight caresses your body, lives
Within your eyes, haunts the brighter beauty
Of your crystaline bubbles.


yeah, sounds weird huh? anyways...*ahem* no good way to put this...i have never stated if i'm male or female...well, actually, i have, but twas last year i think...no...maybe...iunno...anyway, i haven't so uh, i could be either (if you know, just...shup, ok? *grins* i prefer to keep people guessing cuz if they know, they act different according to which they think i am...quite amusing really when i talk to someone really shallow). anyways...7 days 'til the new Project 86 CD is out!!! w00t!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Rewind, Fast Forward

It's some for one and one for some
An imperfect solution to a pressing problem.
It's dog eat dog eat the outcast.

We're sinking further everyday
To the pits of darkness. We trade our souls
To fit in with the world.

Ignore everyone but your closest companions
Keep telling yourself that it's okay.


well, i thought about adding more, but i couldn't think of anything. if anyone wants to add, feel free. school is long and tough, but i have creative writing one day and english the other so i think the rest of the year will be better than the last. (however, my english teacher is driving me insane, making fun of some of the essays that are perfectly fine in my opinion...not that my opinion counts...) anyway, i seem to have been thrown into the middle of something happening between two friends. it's kinda weird cuz i went through something similar last year...and it didn't end well. i s'pose that it's not really my concern, but i like both of the people (i know, shocking, me liking people) and it's just hard to see it happening to someone else.

guess that's 'bout it. better work on my homework or something...

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Antisocial

most people are...stupid. they are why the earth is dying. they are why some are being torn apart. they are why the dreamers and artists and musicians are called messed up rejects. they are why some are made into outcasts. they pretend to know what it means to be "real, normal, healthy." and yet, what exactly do those words mean? who is the exact healthy person who has never had a time in their life when something went majorly wrong and they got depressed or got so angry that they could have killed someone? and yet, for people who are different from the accepted "norm" these are reasons to lock them up and call them insane. who is the exact real person who has never tried to fit in to a group, who has never pretended to feel something they didn't or to mask their feelings? and yet, for people who are different, these are reasons to call them posers, fakes, mannequins, unreal people who don't really know who they are. could the truth be that no one could accept them for who they are? who is the exact normal person? what is normal? if we're all supposed to be seperate individuals, why is there a standard that we have to comply to or risk becoming an outcast? and then we are called loners, and no one will talk to us because we obviously just want to be alone, even though it was them who first pushed us to be this way. "for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." THEY CREATED US, THEY CAN LEARN TO DEAL!

Thursday, September 08, 2005

The Blame Game

i think that i shall blame...Sir Bean! yes! tis his fault. mostly because...well, it just is. (ok, so maybe tis annie's fault cuz he's her bf and i see annie at school, but anyways...) so, now that i have that out of the way...

once i can think of something more interesting to say on here, i'll come back and edit...*fades away*

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Untitled

Voice raised to sing
Notes like glass to shatter and spill
...Crystaline thoughts and waterfall eyes...
...Crystaline eyes and waterfall thoughts...
A cascade of something infinite
To hold in a thimble
The key is nothing, something, nothing
Brass and gold patchwork quilts
Sail to my ship, my dreams
To the ocean again, to the smoke
The sulfur and glass...yellow?
Turns black
Lovely eyes, but the water is unpure
Living things wither and die
In water the colour of dirt.


er, the word sail is s'posed to be a noun, not a verb...everytime i write something like this i come out sounding stoned...*goes quietly insane* well, that was fun. i can't think of anything else to say. i wrote a highly disturbing essay for creative writing. *laughs like a...well, iunno what, but twas scary* anyways, the prompt was "is society(or just you) emotionally healthy?" i kinda went with the society one...and what, exactly, defines an emotionally healthy person?? that's what i want to know. *looks around* i want to say more, but i'm restraining myself, isn't that nice??

"Sorry I'm not your perfect angel,
Guess I'm just human after all..."

Monday, September 05, 2005

This is Me

there is nothing more than this music
this melody that wraps around me
there is nothing more than this
haunting rhythm.
lost in this music
i am not afraid, not ashamed
these notes soothe me
this is what i am
creature of music
it is where i go to hide
where i hear my lullabyes
and i will never release this
the notes comfort me, relax, breathe
take another step and wait
the next word is coming now
and i am here...

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Invisible Dream?

I fell asleep...
Motion flashed before my eyes
People, walking, laughing, talking
The noise was like thunder
They passed me, looked through me
I was invisible to them
At first I enjoyed this ability
But soon I regretted it
A person walked past, crying
And I wanted to say
Don't be sad, don't cry, you're beautiful
But I couldn't, because I was invisible
And no one would hear.
Another person walked past, angry
And I wanted to say
Don't be upset, will it matter in ten years?
But I couldn't, because I was invisible
And no one would hear.
I looke around frantically
Looking for anyone who could see me
But there was no one.
I screamed into my silence
And none turned to look.
Tears ran down my face and my breath caught
I felt something shatter...
I feel asleep.

alrighty, now that you've read it, go back and read it again, 'sept this time, replace the word 'asleep' with 'awake'. and yeah, i'm serious, read the whole thing, it gives it an entirely different meaning...


k, then. i wrote that at school (big surprise there, huh?). well, wasn't that pointless information. anyway, i finally saw national treasure. it wasn't bad. not a brilliant movie, but not bad, in the long run, 'course i would have like it better if the bad guys won...but that's just me (the book the humanoids ends with the bad guys winning...well, kinda...well, it depends on your point of view, really...aww, never mind). so i finally have some idea what BFG is talking about...well, mostly. on those ones about the movie anyway. the rest are just kinda like a guessing game. btw, i stopped playing guess that blog...*looks around blankly* i think i'll go eat everything in the fridge. that doesn't move.
 
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