Posters gleam on dirty walls,
Advertising masquerade balls,
Turn around, put on a mask,
And go to dance, is it too much to ask?
The hell it is but the issue ain't that,
It's the facade, that quietly on your face sat,
Hiding reality, hiding emotions,
Nothing on the surface, but deeper than the ocean.
The smiles, grins and tears were all fake,
Hiding what could easily break,
Whether your bravery, your heart or your mind,
Your truth and reality are too hard to find.
I don't give a damn of who you were before,
The poor little girl, crying on the floor,
Obviously doesn't exist anymore,
Because your careful distractions,
And those w
An Open Book
The world is a library,
Full of different books,
Soft spines, crumbling feebly,
Hard ones, and you can't look.
They have chains on their covers,
Sighs underneath their masks,
Truths that one discovers,
In the open shouldn't bask.
Because we all have secrets,
And need peace to remain,
My own front is closed as yet,
I've found no reader to chain.
No reader to be engrossed,
My story lacks of passion,
And little by little i've threaded
Myself closed to compassion.
My story fades with every year,
Or becomes more full, i wonder,
It certainly isn't any more clear,
With all the newer blunders.
Ah well. I'll wait wit
Funeral
I feel big.
Not fat.
Just big.
And with that,
Leaden footsteps continue.
Not old or new,
but going on and on,
Like fumes spew
Outside foregone.
Silence makes a line,
As the sun shines,
through dirty glass,
cracked ages ago.
The mass,
Alights woe,
And makes it real,
So you can feel
Absences and holes,
once filled,
Now just empty bowls.
Tears spilled.
Moments before I saw,
Dead with all his flaws,
A man.
Connected to my past,
And I can,
Remember the last
Time I spoke to him.
My grandfather's goodbye,
A chance, given on a whim.
Now I sigh.
Innocent disaster strikes
In my childish world,
Everything I us
There are rumors that the spinx is dead,
That it has never lived,
"O have been betrayed" it said,
And promptly disappeared.
Now I stand facing the sea,
My back facing the sand,
The sun beats down on top of me,
On my wrist, a lime green band.
I finger it so thoughtfully,
Picking bead by bead, 'till finally,
The things inside my head are clear,
As water into which I peer.
Behind my back clouds turn to storms,
On the ground red liquid swarms,
And my feet are glued to the alazarin sand,
As blood trickles down around my hand.
It is I who have the sphinx betrayed,
I stabbed it in the back,
Crimson tears from my eyes paid,
From bl
Motorcycles and a 26yr old guy by saisei-sama, literature
Literature
Motorcycles and a 26yr old guy
Waving hello to a motorcycle,
Waving goodbye to closed cars,
Waving hello to the dangerous lane,
Waving goodbye to the bars.
It started as an obsession,
So very long ago,
Indeed it seems like years,
Before I made the blow.
I fell in love with Ducati,
Suzuki and Yamaha,
So though I need a license to drive,
I didn't follow the laws.
I stole somebody's Harley,
And got beat up real bad,
Hey, you know I was lucky,
Doctors only called my dad.
If they had called my mother,
I'd have been grounded on the spot,
Even with casts on my bones,
Even with who I'd fought.
Anyway my Daddy,
He told me he was proud,
I rebelled only this one
Fuck society
And its rules
Corrupted by those
Greedy Fools
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we let them.
Fuck the way
We live our lives
Business men
And fake housewives.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we're scared.
Fuck lies
And cheating brats
Wandering eyes
Behind their hats.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we stall.
The questions true
Asked long ago
Come back to haunt
And give us woe.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we never
answered.
_Ang
Is it fake?
It's not real,
An has zero sex appeal.
It's the wind,
A mini-breeze,
Hardly as powerful as a sneeze.
It's underneath,
My warm laptop,
If it ain't on, it's burning hot.
Can you guess,
What it is then?
That right, a computer fan.
_Ang
It's strange.
Burning on my lip.
No,
You're wrong,
It's not a kiss.
Instead,
An old family remedy,
Like honey,
For a sore throat.
The pain,
So gentle that it soothes;
An echoing sensation,
The beating of a heart,
Or a drum,
The way that summer heat
Comes at you
In waves.
I'm supposed to be asleep,
Yet awake, I lie writing,
A description,
Of the toothpaste on my lip,
The cure for an indication
That I might be getting
Sick.
_Ang
Posters gleam on dirty walls,
Advertising masquerade balls,
Turn around, put on a mask,
And go to dance, is it too much to ask?
The hell it is but the issue ain't that,
It's the facade, that quietly on your face sat,
Hiding reality, hiding emotions,
Nothing on the surface, but deeper than the ocean.
The smiles, grins and tears were all fake,
Hiding what could easily break,
Whether your bravery, your heart or your mind,
Your truth and reality are too hard to find.
I don't give a damn of who you were before,
The poor little girl, crying on the floor,
Obviously doesn't exist anymore,
Because your careful distractions,
And those w
An Open Book
The world is a library,
Full of different books,
Soft spines, crumbling feebly,
Hard ones, and you can't look.
They have chains on their covers,
Sighs underneath their masks,
Truths that one discovers,
In the open shouldn't bask.
Because we all have secrets,
And need peace to remain,
My own front is closed as yet,
I've found no reader to chain.
No reader to be engrossed,
My story lacks of passion,
And little by little i've threaded
Myself closed to compassion.
My story fades with every year,
Or becomes more full, i wonder,
It certainly isn't any more clear,
With all the newer blunders.
Ah well. I'll wait wit
Funeral
I feel big.
Not fat.
Just big.
And with that,
Leaden footsteps continue.
Not old or new,
but going on and on,
Like fumes spew
Outside foregone.
Silence makes a line,
As the sun shines,
through dirty glass,
cracked ages ago.
The mass,
Alights woe,
And makes it real,
So you can feel
Absences and holes,
once filled,
Now just empty bowls.
Tears spilled.
Moments before I saw,
Dead with all his flaws,
A man.
Connected to my past,
And I can,
Remember the last
Time I spoke to him.
My grandfather's goodbye,
A chance, given on a whim.
Now I sigh.
Innocent disaster strikes
In my childish world,
Everything I us
There are rumors that the spinx is dead,
That it has never lived,
"O have been betrayed" it said,
And promptly disappeared.
Now I stand facing the sea,
My back facing the sand,
The sun beats down on top of me,
On my wrist, a lime green band.
I finger it so thoughtfully,
Picking bead by bead, 'till finally,
The things inside my head are clear,
As water into which I peer.
Behind my back clouds turn to storms,
On the ground red liquid swarms,
And my feet are glued to the alazarin sand,
As blood trickles down around my hand.
It is I who have the sphinx betrayed,
I stabbed it in the back,
Crimson tears from my eyes paid,
From bl
Motorcycles and a 26yr old guy by saisei-sama, literature
Literature
Motorcycles and a 26yr old guy
Waving hello to a motorcycle,
Waving goodbye to closed cars,
Waving hello to the dangerous lane,
Waving goodbye to the bars.
It started as an obsession,
So very long ago,
Indeed it seems like years,
Before I made the blow.
I fell in love with Ducati,
Suzuki and Yamaha,
So though I need a license to drive,
I didn't follow the laws.
I stole somebody's Harley,
And got beat up real bad,
Hey, you know I was lucky,
Doctors only called my dad.
If they had called my mother,
I'd have been grounded on the spot,
Even with casts on my bones,
Even with who I'd fought.
Anyway my Daddy,
He told me he was proud,
I rebelled only this one
Fuck society
And its rules
Corrupted by those
Greedy Fools
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we let them.
Fuck the way
We live our lives
Business men
And fake housewives.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we're scared.
Fuck lies
And cheating brats
Wandering eyes
Behind their hats.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we stall.
The questions true
Asked long ago
Come back to haunt
And give us woe.
"Why," you ask?
'Cause we never
answered.
_Ang
Is it fake?
It's not real,
An has zero sex appeal.
It's the wind,
A mini-breeze,
Hardly as powerful as a sneeze.
It's underneath,
My warm laptop,
If it ain't on, it's burning hot.
Can you guess,
What it is then?
That right, a computer fan.
_Ang
Current Residence: A comfy chair. Favourite genre of music: anything but country. Favourite style of art: Anything beautiful MP3 player of choice: Ipod Favourite cartoon character: Shizuru (Mai-Hime) Personal Quote: Erase your destiny, remember your past.
Oh bloody hell, I was thinking of rhyming and making a cute poem or something, but I'd rather not.
I have come to the conclusion that bears are incredibly cute. I was looking at a "eyes on nature" book today, and there were all sorts of bears described. Pandas (of course) are awesome, but so are black and polar bears.
<3
For some reason the weather over here has started behaving normal...which means summer is close.....
THE END oF SCHOOL!!!!
OMFG!!!!
FINALS ARE GONNA MURDER ME!!!!!!
*ahem.*
Anyway, cheerio.
PS. According to my dad, by some roundabout way, I am the duchess of gotze delchev (along with a hundred other people, pres
This was...an exceptionaly lucky find. I was reading Tamora Pierce's book, the Will of the Empress, and found this on page 121:
"You tell me nothin' in my kennel. Here I am Queen Bitch and you will muzzle yourself!"
Ahuda was instructing a prisoner about etiquette in jail. Now there's a girl with "confidence"...