OKAY HI,YOU,DRINK THIS ALL IN.
Standing on the rooftops,
Everybody scream your heart out.
THE WRITTEN WORD
Tuesday, July 26, 2005, 10:37 PM
I'm a dreamer
a reject
a daughter
a cousin a niece an aunt a student a friend
an enemy, a mirror of you
in which lies a mirror of me
an animal, docile, wild :
;a dancer who only really dances in her room
behind closed doors
,I am a door locking up the most intimate secrets
a twisted key to a faulty heart.
I am an ordinary everyday
kind of girl
until.
Saturday, July 16, 2005, 12:17 AM
WHO AM I
but a specimen waiting to be dissected for the 9274428th time
you have seen through lies I've fabricated; the tears + gore,
& you didn't want to see me no more
I am a daughter, a friend, a bad student,
I am a girl, a reckless girl
Just like every other girl who wants to be beautiful.
Something sets me apart:- I have eyes that have seen too little of the world
&fingertips too raw to reach the beauty that is too far out to be near.
how can solitary streetlights be expected to stay awake
at night when everyone slumbers deep
expected to dim their shine for they can't beat
the sun. the preferred, brighter alternative.
at the break of dawn their eyelids are forcibly
shut tight
when the last shard of light dissipates; just when
I read your love letters the very last time
{don't I say that every day, but every day might be the end of our start
the next minute the very last,
& the moment after ;my gateway to endless trauma
my streetlight will shine for me
for my face shining with tears, for sopping wet
letters with running ink
for the harsh sweetness of unrequited love
One night as I smoothened the creases away from your letters
& waited to feel the glow
My streetlight is tall as it is bright
In your letter, page 59, you spoke of the lovers you'd always wanted to own
Never once did you mention my name, did your pen run out of ink? Every single time?
it's so hard to try being somebody else
;somebody I am not
ughh no matter how I try to change
I'm just no handbag-wielding sweetheart.
I'm no boy.
I am a lover -who needs her sleep.
Saturday, July 09, 2005, 11:21 PM
my mood rises & falls like stirred kokocrunch in a bowl of milk
fancy anyone accusing me of being trite
i'm like a ghost, sort of.
a ghost who is waking up at NINE tomorrow to start on things.
im kind of inspired,
please dont take that away from me too.
so, what did you expect me to mention?
how my day was spent?
nayy, it was wasted away.
Thursday, July 07, 2005, 8:16 PM
im so detached from my surroundings
you can lift me up like paper
;unglued
i feel so not... cut out for photography
there are factors. stopping me.
are excuses i've churned out
for my own sake
or they are real.
I NEED HELP.
Monday, July 04, 2005, 8:10 PM
I've got so many things to say,
;and out of them many that I don't mean...
: this is not working out afterall
I need another way out. =[
I cant even tell exits from entrances. you must not be quite sane
to do it in the dark.
FYI, this isn't as terrible as it seems
I guess you can hardly tell what a person mean through
mere words you read off the computer screen
I guess, trust doesn't come that way.
Don't hesitate, because I know you can't feel me slip
through your fingers ;because even if I do, like mounds of
dust gathered under where you sleep, ;your bed
by then, I don't think time will allow me to stay. by then
It'd be too late.
because my welcome mat has your
dirt-caked footprints on it.
what did i tell you bout leaving your shoes
out in the cold rain?
twas newly bought.
i feel slightly as if my friends are strangers, &my family's, stranger.
cant figure that out yet. time will pass &time will bring
it all away
unfinished homework must be getting to me.
welcome back to school, hombres.
ALALALALAA