~~Wednesday, January 28, 2004~~

Emotions hit like sledge blows
Tears fall so easily when you're in love
Pain is felt in each touch when you're alone
Melody super imposed on skin
That is what I view
Your voice is a song to me
A sweeping crescendo that makes my breath lift
Your hands play an unspoken tribute
to lovers all over the universe
your eyes script life's climaxes
And put them down on paper
That is what I read
My heart is found in your lyrics
My soul in your tune
Thank you for living in my world
That is why I love you.


Ok, no offense to anyone who actually does read this, but I'm feeling quite frusturated. I feel like this blog, and my writing is going no where and no one actually reads it, and/or cares....::sigh:: excuse me for being melodramatic, it happens rarely I can assure you....just leave a comment- tell me what you think- I'm very curious to know....thank yoU!


Memoir of Rhapsody in Blue
She sat enraptured
Caught in the wave of sound
It swept her out the room
And into the hall
It's beats pulled on her hair
And lifted her off her feet
Bands swam by
Rocking and playing merrily
Instruments floated in the deep
She lay at the bottom of this music tide
And let the music carry her out to sea
Washing against her body, rocking it
As though in a strange reel
She moved her fingertips in front of her
Keeping time of the sandy floor
All the while the orchestra kept playing
This beautiful rhapsody
That she would never forget

~~Tuesday, January 27, 2004~~

Ode to the Abused
So delicately you kill me
lightly your hands run to my throat
beautiful your fingers are as they tighten
The grace and poise you adhere to sticks to my scream
Your eyes are full of loving
Your mind so full of hate
Maybe you'll remember one day
How much love I had for you
And as I lay dying
I'll look up with a confused look of admiration
And thank you for letting me rest
So magnificent you are

~~Monday, January 26, 2004~~

And there's a certain pain you cause
A little scar that never heals
My pain is hidden well
My laughter displayed for your enjoyment
I close my eyes and fall
deeper into myself
and there I lay trapped
Screaming through a pasted happiness


Hate Jot
I feel so uninspired
so tired of trying
I feel like just dying
You all are just lying
and here I lay crying
without a care in the world
Watch my anger unfurled
If hate were a song
It wouldnt be long
till you all heard it played
And wished I'd have stayed
On this place you call living
But I call it death.


the beautiful people
fulfill our inner wishes
leaving us with a certain wanton pain
The beautiful people
We stare at so hungrily
Are the ravaging hoards
who profit from our thirst.

~~Saturday, January 24, 2004~~

Immortality preys upon the wanderings of our innocent minds.
Unreachable, just out of thought and conscience it dwells.
For faith brings us upon the boundary of this unthinkable pleasure
Makes us question who we are, what morals we live upon
If longevity were to become obsolete, infinity would prosper
What time would be treasured, what memories replenished
At the end of the day- you have to ask yourself
Would eternal youth really be a thing of beauty
Or an afterthought that holds us in the prisons of our souls.

~~Thursday, January 22, 2004~~

Prodigy
and she dropped her paintbrush on the palet
Blood-red paint spattering her shirt
Like a horrible incident
She leaned on the edge of her chair to admire her work
She viewed her subject as it lay now decapitated on her bed
Once a lover, now a forgotten enemy
She smiled with grim satisfaction
The pen is mightier than the sword
she sang in a light voice
And swept out of the room to create more masterpieces


He sat calmly
Almost serenely I guess you could call it
The radio drifted in through the window
Lazy and slow
But calm and happy
The news blared from the living room
Another dead, another murdered said the solemn anchor
All the same, he murmured and shook his head
Good thing I'm not like them, he smiled
And Sat on the cold bathroom floor- razor slowly slicing away his life
Blood pooled in puddles on hard marble
A man lay dead- to be known on the six o'clock as another death
People would shake their heads
And listen with grim satisfaction
Good thing I'm not like that, they'll nod to each other
And go about their lives in a rapt ignorance that keeps us going

~~Tuesday, January 20, 2004~~

once i remember a time when i cared
when laughter mattered
when you were a facet of me
Once I think we even cared about each other
Once I think we would hold each other and just smile
Once, I think- but I could just be dreaming


Leave me a comment kids and ....non kids tell me what you think


Once in a while
The world will tilt upside down
Just to see what it's like to smile again


swim out past the breakers
watch the world end
rolling sun lays in clouded sky
smiles across the bend
yeah the truth is
I'm sicking of having to pretend

~~Monday, January 19, 2004~~

and the people turned their skys to the heavens, as the clouds roared with fury and the sky snarled it's head in rage. Tremors shook the earth like a rag, violently and without shame. Deep cracks flew through the land, fire rose and destroyed all life within it's path. Icy tendrils ran rampant through the northen hempisphere, freezing and torturing and sealing off the innocent. Trees were tossed in waves of havic, animals burned, villages plundered. A silent scream silenced by a giant hand. An eerie death filled the smoke-raped land. Apacolypse now uttered the devil softly to himself.


they used to be friends once
an immortal essence neither thought could melt
their springs brought forth new life
their laughter melded into something too beautiful
they would dance together
deep in the wooded trees
figures running, blurred into oblivion
captivation spread it's tendrils
their love so innocent and child- like
the trees would whisper and bend their branches
wind hollowed through wooded pine
love basked on a deep stone within a hidden pond
Together, through the years they grew
And though the stone fell to the depths of the pool
And the woods slowly burned down
Embers glowed with memories
Water rippled with the laughter of an innocence lost, but not forgotten

~~Monday, January 12, 2004~~

We had a summer
Rasberry lips sticky with sun
Bees asleep on fat daisies
We would sit there in our dandelion shade
Citrus breeze licking the hot air
Fat cotton clouds lazy as you and I
And that was our summer
Our summer of sprinkler mists and massive oaks
Our summer of dust and dirt and pine and sweat
Our summer of losses and counts and runs and water
And in the midst of it
Your hair caught in the wind
Lips a deep plum from berries
I'll catch you
And hold you in a little glass box
So I can remember our summer

~~Sunday, January 11, 2004~~

I've never gotten my society
Damn I'm so torn up inside
They say it always works our in the end
But I'm at my end and it's not working
Frank SInatra calms me down
Old crushes get me riled
I guess I'm your typical teenager
Which leads me to wonder if anyone will remember m e.
Things look better on paper
I like to write, but don't have talent
My enemies are few and far between
My interests are a dime a dozen
My friends- priceless
I think Kurt Cobain and I would have been friends, maybe one day we will be.


I'm regretting this
But feeling you
I'm lovin it
But hatin you
Once for me
Always yours


Faith
I listen to my parent's song
For inspiration
I watch them dancing when they think no one is watching
Their smiles give me hope
I'm not perfect- you all remind me daily
But they five me faith
I'll find someone perfect for me

~~Sunday, January 04, 2004~~

HeatSand
Hot sands dusted his eyelashes
Heat poured into his pours
For too long he had lived in this barren desert land
For too long he had be unquenched of real pleasure
His turban fell loosely over his neck and lay strown beside his arms
Thick powerful muscles stretched and moved fluidly on the packed dry earth
Beads of sweat dribbled down his temple
He tripped over a tuft of rock and lay panting on the cracked land
Gasping for air his eyelids fluttered
The vultures circled above slowly

~~Thursday, January 01, 2004~~

Lethal
The base slipped farther into insanity
Music and heat filled in the gaps between the dancers
Sweat and lust poured from their bodies
As they all danced in the darkness
Machinery melded with deep voices blared from throbbing speakers
She swayed in the middle of the chaos
Raven hair wild and long
Eyes green and electric
Pale lips parted and pouted
She flew round and round
Combat boots stomping the ground
White arms swinging and laughing
And to this
She declared loudly
To this lifestyle I dedicate me
She laughed and raised her arms and spun in a circle
To think
she mused
That before I was a vampire I missed all this
As she licked her lips and swayed her body in time with the music


Broken music box
held in ivory hands
Diamon tears fall down
kissing the gears and porcelian
A legend is forgotten
A mourner remembers
A time when her family was known
Their song lost forever
Remembered only through her thin flesh
Memories run over the keys
The metal now rusted and dead
Still she cries softly
in a dark shadow
hoping someone will remember when
her family would sing and laugh
a legend in itself, her family was alive
and famous throughout russia
royalty dignified with a kiss
all that was left
a little girl with a broken box and a broken heart


Step off the horizon
Take my hand, and I'll show you my world
she whispered so gently for a child of eight.
He grinned fiercely and reached for her hand.
She shrank back and looked at him wide eyed
Promise
she purred
Promise you won't harm my dreams here
He swept up her hand and kissed it gently
Causing a crimson flush to spread across her cheeks
Of course
he said deeply and with well practice
Off they took
And she showed him the world of a child
The age of innocence
And he smiled fiercely and raised his hand to her
Down fell the laughter
Slashed were her dreams
Her land lay in ruins
She lay sprawled in the middle
And looked up to him with wide, shocked eyes
You promised
She said in a hurt voice
Tears flowing into ash
His shadow rose above her
And he grinned
And turned his back and walked up the hill back to reality
He cast a glance back at her and laughed
Didn't anyone ever to tell you?
His eyes burned
Never trust the Devil

"To prepare a face to meet the faces you will meet"
- e. e. cummings

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