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Thursday, April 28, 2005


   Current Mood: Pretty happy and kinda sleepy. Current music: More haggard and Rhapsody, and also " Moist Vagina" Nirvana
hmmm the lightbulb made me laugh. hehehehe. LOL ROFL ROFL LOL!!! Anyways....how is all of you doing? i am all right. Kinda sleepy. Wishing my Westley was here to cuddle with me. It's kinda cold and all, and I just wanna curl up with someone and fall asleep, like i used to. Well, only when I was 'supposedly' at Annies or my parents weren't home. But my chest has been hurting a lot lately, my stomache is hurting a lot more than usual as well. It seems to happen after I get up from sitting. my room smells so bad right now. My lungs hurt from inhaleing all the cat pee and shit smells. My mom still hasn't cleaned out their shittbox. Oh well. I just have to constantly spray the air freshener. Looks like I'm not gonna get my project done for GTK's art contest ethier. >< >< But bleh...I'm still happy. I'll try to get to as many sites as possible. I drew a pic of Westley and i together today. Trevor, had to help me a little with my chin though, because I'm a shitty everything. Anyways I thought teh funniest thought on the bus today. I thought to my self "Why does it smell like cat piss and beef burittos from taco bell?" It was the kid in front of me that smelled so bad. I don't think his parents can afford much though, because they look pretty poor. Even though the kid is really annoying he's still only a sweet little kid on the inside. I see that in him and he just acts annoying to keep from being a wallflower anymore. I like being a wallflower. It's nice being the kid in the corner. Actually I have a lot of freinds. but well, that reminds me of Jeff and I defineing our poetry. he said mine was Excrutisim (I probably didn't even spell that right -__-') but it's not 'goth' poetry, as my poems have been described before. It's more of a veiw on life and things from the lonely kid in the corner. It's not goth though. I'm gonna post a couple of poems....I think that I have actually posted before. But tell me what you think of them, k? Be critical. And don't be afraid to hurt my feelings.
huggles, here are teh poems.
First one is Angelic Musicbox:

Maybe I'll Find You.

I'm locked inside this box,

An angel with torn stained wings,

Locked inside the clouds,

Sings to you inside yourself,

Make her real again.

See the rain?

That's her crying.

See the blood?

That's her dying.

The rain and blood twine together

making the sounds of a musicbox.

Beautiful words spun together

Like a patch work quilt,

Weaving antiquities of her time.

You can see her face

It's crying.

The blood inside her eyes,

Pouring in a mass, together with tears,

Forming the blanket in which you are wrapped in tight.

You are searching yourself,

Looking for her inside.

Fumbling eternaly with time,

You intertwine with the moonlight,

Only to find she was just a dream.

Or maybe the end which justifies your means.

this ones called Death (not about the actual process)
Black wings,

Like a crow

Hair the color of a ghost.

Hollow inside and out,

Cape made of the midnight wind,

Eyes made of nighttime stars

Kingdom built on blood

Knowing all,

Seeing all,

He's always at your side.

Just look beside you.

He's been there all along

Your friend when you have no one else,

Ever so handsome is he

Look up there's Death

Sitting in a tree.

there are a couple of others, but I have to type them up first.




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