11 th grade =]
Painwell in other news , im finally in 11th grade. ill be studying cosmetology so im super excited.
besides that not much has been going on.
soo ummmm adios.
I am...really?I am? ... Really?I am...really?
i am and i am not,
a shade of purple midnight sky,
the plainest of the plain gray skirt.
i am and currently are a melting grilled cheese sandwhich with butter slabbed on both sides.
this glass of seltzer does not define me, with its mocking unflavored fizz.
Dancing On The Edge(book by han nolan) ,i usually do trip.
realistic fiction? maybe.
i am certainitly not part of the team.
no sport would allow me.
i am this wicked zebr
i am a martyrsentence me to death by stoneing in the public square. so each pebble can, tear away at my rebel flesh.i am a martyr
and so the crowd can hear my screams, lest they pitch in to end my misery.
the lover.your more like a magician. with big brown eyes that swallow me whole. i cant stay mad at you, even though i know i should be. but i guess that okay. just means you'll always get your way. and thats probably not all that bad since all ive ever wanted was for you to just be happy.the lover.
and hey, im not selfish. id give you the world if i could.
shopping in my houseeverything we cant buy, gains this extra glow that attracts us like bugs to a blue white light. we'er just common people, but damn those things shine.shopping in my house
we cant take our eyes off. as greedy hands clamp over sealed packages.
carrying it around the store, a simple comfort, but not a lasting one. mom says "put it back" and the whole ride home, its all you think about. you talk about it like you own it, but we all know your damn nowhere close.
tis wishful thinking. never did no harm.
Self-RevalationMy dreams call to me, Beckoning me to the shadows, She is trapping my ever darkening soul, Putting me in these shackles of despair, Tightening the chains of destiny that bound me, Waiting for me to awake in her world, To see such horrors that are unknown to all, Except those of us who are chosen, Are collars keep tightening as her power grows, The World changing before our eyes, We watch as all fall into depression, The others resist but I do not, I just sit there and stare at this cruel joke, I understand now what I’m meant to do, The light is the lie that maSelf-Revalation
Chemical GreyWhen happiness strikes Chemicals crawl from my brain To mix in my melting pot pumpChemical Grey
This compound sends a formidable smell
So familiar
As euphoria sets in
I see what I had been missing Scent is the strongest memory If this chemical grey could burn It would smell like suburbia Not Bleeker Street
let downLet downlet down
the thought in my mind that reminds me of you is the same thought that makes death true i let you inside my mind and i wish i could put time in rewind cause you let me down, you let me fall to the ground i failed on my part to protect my heart and to this day it still bleeds i'll remember you forever to come
cause you let me down like everyone else you dropped me on the ground i have hatred for you, a real special kind the kind that develops a killers mind so when you're dead please don't blame me you did this to yourself i hope you s
EternalI am laid out weary and cold across the floor I am hurt, broken, and ever sore No one hears my cries as I wish for death more and more As far as there is to see, there is no one to help me As far as there is to cry, there is no one to watch me dieEternal
“How did I get to here?” I ponder and implore What did happen to leave me lying upon this floor I begin wondering on this thought as I lie here ever to rot Why must this be? The answer I sought Why do I lay upon the floor, hour after hour evermore
Somehow it is my fault, drinking last night gallons of golden malt P
dnt think wev met
btw, luv ur hair
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I don't have ADD, I just-- hey, do you like waffles?
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Well wishes,
Grey Malkin: The Victorian Gentleman
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Reach out and touch faith.
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