i've been thinkingthe saddest look 'whats wrong' a fake smilei've been thinking
'nothing'
theres so much disappointment wrapped in shades of grey and when i peel the layers back
all i see is pain.
so try the happiest face 'whats wrong' go back to sad 'nothing'
growing older and 21 is nearly here and all i can think about is how three years ago all i wanted i don't have.
now all there is is empathy 'whats wrong' sigh and just walk away 'everything'
the things i wanted
were not unreachable but someone how
SickI've got these lines of poetry and love and now they mean nothing. when the love is not returned and trust doesn't exsist. Blinded by a love i felt a hundred years ago.Sick
It no longer exsists I am just cold. My heart doesn't beat for love or emotion. In the shadows and folds of clothes my soul is scarred.
And blood drips slowly out of
woulds for all the pain i feel and my blood doesn't hurt enough nothing hurtsenough to sate this pain that makes me sick.
Wake me up.It's so hard to be in love with someone who doesn't love me. And as each day passes. A lonely place in my heard grows. All I want is your love and all you want is everything. Everything I can't give you. I have my own past and my own hurt and sometimes it's all too much and my dreams are what wake me up.Wake me up.
Transmogrify-Transmogrify-Transmogrify
Tons of tangy tangos amongst army ants,
framing artsy grains too fat to format.
A star among smoggy air, magnifying fraying fins of a straying stingray among migrating rainstorms.
Astra singing among gifts, informing friars of giant gismos, aiming angry martyrs to tangoing forts.
Mortifying Morgan, artistic fairies aim for toys to transform into yoga-going frogs.
Sleep
cycling seasonsthe trees have been attacked fall leaving fresh bruises of red and brown and yellow.cycling seasons
they start to lose their hair beautiful pain across the earth illuminating the streets with color and the spectacle of watching something fall.
the winter comes and they stand there naked shivering in the wind stripped of everything but their ability to endure and dance.
after winter, spring always comes butterfly kisses upon the healing earth. we sprout green and beautiful being cradled in the arms of comfort and love and i'm
-in the cold-darkness surrounds me winter\'s chill embrace is no substitute for yours the wind whips my coat closer around me but I\'m colder than before and hollow inside the revolting white snow the freezing rain the sidewalk\'s caked in ice again and the numbness in my face almost makes me-in the cold-
want to laugh when I remember how the thought of you used to make me warm but now all I feel\'s the cold with or without you the cold\'s all that\'s left it\'s not just my face that\'s numb but my heart unfeeling since you trampled on i
Devious Journal Entry
Disgust
hope to see somethign new from you soon. i'm hardly on dA anymore myself, but i'm checking it about twice a week or so. how are things? good to hear from ya
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musicphreke -- "LOVE the music; LIVE the music"
means alot.
how's things going?
mP
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musicphreke -- "LOVE the music; LIVE the music"
i miss talking to you, friend
how have you been lately? you still alive!!??
well, maybe i'll catch you sometime.
mP
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musicphreke -- "LOVE the music; LIVE the music"
haven't seen u around in so long....i'm beginning to worry...
thoght i'd drop a comment on ur page....
hope u are okay...
well, talk to u later....get on AIM sometime, 'eh?
bye 4 now
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musicphreke -- "LOVE the music; LIVE the music"
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