starting

Starting its time it runs..loosing its time it becomes more elegant.

Elegance is it's "Thing"

Stubbornness is its pride. Really.

I and my is often how the sentence may start with a creature so fine, finer than the finest silk...Silkier than the softest liquid.

Just like the silk it runs through my fingers, but never lingers through my palms, yet in my soul.

organization.

Can you accept this as true? I truthfully got all that done?
Honestly, I can't.

I've pinched myself to make certain I'm not in a dream,
As far as I can distinguish, I'm not.

I mean, two days ago, I was yank the hair out of my head stressed.
Currently?

I'm happy-go-lucky.

Oh the enchantment of organization.

in with the out

Everyday I take in environment,
Everyday I gain a little more inspiration when my feet sink in soil.

When I'm in, I carry out all around me. I fill myself up like I I was meant to be solid. The wind is my freedom, the cold, my night.

I thrive on tolerance and freedom, I embrace it with my being, Leave me here, I'll hum and sing while my drapes brush against the very top of the water, I'll sleep and wake as fresh as the beginning, I'm just as much or more without you.

I can move with the wind.

Peace

Gold. Soft and strong.

I don't see my reflection,
yet a soft no-numbered girl.

I have no past, not that I want to look back on anyway.
Not that it is bad.. I'm just, simply not interested.

Why would I be? I have all I need surrounding me.

The blades of grass are more pleasant than silk, to feel the grass connects me to the moon and my heart.

The key is in the stars,
to my left, I haven't found it,
I've felt it.

It holds together my being,though I don't know it,
it knows me. I it knows I love it,
though I question it, it searches me.

Solid as I fill.

Mr.Sun

Reveal aspirations to me.
possess it and make it a necessity.
Follow me as I dash through the woodland.
Take off your advantage.
Shoes.

You won't fancy them here.

tell my catal how pleasant they are.
Turn cold to heat.
Heat to spring.
Spring to life.

Turn.
Nowhere.

Challenge.
Mr.sun and value I will grant you.

Don't suppose that you will comprehend or nurture this.
or my me.

Halt my companion.

My feet are sinking into the asphalt.
because I am running into lavender laundry detergent.

Over and OVER again.

Bestow your last drops of pink lemonade.
It hurts your throat anyways.
You should go get your ice water.
shouldn't you?

Disregarded feeble... you.

I fell and scraped me knee.
It didn’t ache.

I let the iciness numb my body.
I respected it.

I allowed the wind to chap my face.
It reminds me of poca-freaking-haun-isse

You lied.
I have hysterics. You only gave me adrenalin.

You lay there. pitiful.
Get up, I say.

Weak and fragile.
You.

So, I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize it all.

Just. business

You ran away with my wings.
You carried them on your bareback all the way to the slaughterhouse.
Just like the souls you never accepted as true.

You were certain they couldn't feel.
I’m convinced you can't.

Jerk.

Your:
definition;
Fill in the blank.

Though it will never be complete.
You are blank.

I don't grasp who you are.
Almost certain your me.
Perhaps not the foundation of it all.
but now..I'm holding you accountable.

Blame.

Ugly freakin' commerce.
I should stop.
But you gave me my license too.

stubborn

She said.
jfkjdkajfkdja fjkdja fd ak

I said.
Ha.

He said.
KDFJKDJAKFJDA FDKAJ.

I said.
NO.

She said.
ahfdkajfkdjakjfkdj fkdja fkd.

I said.
Let me tell you this.


I hear.
WRONG.

He hears.
Curse words.

I say.
Nevermind.

He.
Listens.

She says.
Sorry.

And I just now noticed..
It was prolly my bad.

get passed it all.

My tired eyes go back and forth between dark and light.
My changing temperature is keeping me confused and dizzy.
and yet...

I just don't care.

I eat a banana, drink some water and move on with my day.

So why don't we...
Get over it. Chomp on some prayer, be refreshed and relieved and go on with life.

Us silly humans we are. Silly I tell you.

cold beauty

My tired eyes go back a forth between dark and light. 
My changing temperature is keeping me confused and dizzy.
The cold nips at my nose and the dark creeps.                                                                                         The trees that usually comfort me and shelter me as I cry, hang and haunt me as I back away.

What is wrong with me? I mean..yes I'm ill, but am I sick? That sick?
Something moves and jolt. The moon is covered by the clouds that I usually call beautiful...because..
I forgot. I didn't remember. I didn't acknowledge and I didn't think.                                                              I'm sorry..Please let me see you and let me free once again. 

Bare foot and running through the woods.

I promise you I will never be the girl who was to practical. I promise.

I'm never alone. Ever.

But I like to sit with God.

My temple is being ruined.

I ate a hot pocket today. Groosssssssssss!

Clash

I hung my head. I went to the library. I started cleaning. I cleaned till you couldn't see me anymore. I became invisible. I hung my head once more.
I just stood there. Stood there in the library and cried. You, of course, will never know this..
I picked it up. That invisible thing. The one thing I choose to be so vague about.I listened to you. To you gripe and scream and grind your teeth.
I bit down to close the words screaming from my chest. I looked at you. I realized. We clash.
Ha. Isn't it funny. How I clash like that with almost everyone that I love? You have no idear do you.
Did you see that glance? Or were you being to oblivious to notice the things under your eyes and level with your nose?
So I'll sit in the middle of the street. and smile.
Forget.Breathe.Hold.Let go.
Letting go.
Gone.

s

Peace.

You say.
Peace out.
Peace dog.
Peace.

But really.
Whats it mean to ya?

Death.
You see it on the boob-tube..
You hear about it.
You read it.
You talk it.
You fake it.
You...what?
It's sad> deppressing huh?

Love.
You have examples.
You were told to try it out.
You know what you think it is.
You love.

Murder.
You see it on the boob-tube..
Its scary.
It's put on movies..for entertainment?

Love. Peace.
What do they mean now?

Death. Murder.
Does it hurt?

So everything seems fake to you?

peace.

my mouth said what???

So do you ever have words that just keep coming.

Simplicity is beautiful.

Simplicity is beautiful.

When everything is simple. You can't help but love life.

When everything seems so tiny..

and you are so freakin' not observant at all.

That..THAT..
Is livin' it up..

When you are pretty and you could be all..IN YOUR FACE with it..
but instead ... you just don't care.

When you are comfortable..But you don't worry about how you weren't all IN YOUR FACE.
When 45 min. is more than enough in the morning.

Coffee..
When the smell of your morning coffee is enough to make you think, today will be a great freaking day.



When you dream of walking.

Yeah.

I'm happy.
Oh so freakin' happy.
Don't you wish you were as happy as I?

I'm happy. so freakin' happy.
I like to be so happy.

I am so happy.

People wear ugly shoes.

But I am happy.
oh so happy.

I am a happy little child. I am so happy.
Oh so freakin' happy.


That kid is wearing tube socks.

I am so happy. so freakin' happy.

SI am happy.

I like happy.

It's there.

Stop. Stop until you feel somthing.
HA.

This feeling of anxiety.
I hate it.
It's addiction..

It pulls you in...
It paints purple under your eyes.
Makes falling asleep feel so valuable.

GO, GO, GO. Read til' you feel somthing..
Ha. Ha.

This feeling. This emotional high.

It's HAPPYNESS.

It loves you.
You love it.

It makes things so valuable.
and sleep so cheap.

LOVE.

You see it.
Now you don't.
BUT it's there.

You play games.
Love is sollid.

It loves you.


Because...after all..it is love.


It's that.
Your hand floats a graseful mess over the grass.

or

You notice that your being shaded by the tree that hangs over your head gracefully.

Everytime.

Every time. EVERY TIME.

yes..I just yelled...

Okay no i didn't.


I need to be positive.

Life's hard right now.

Oh what the heck.
I should suck it up.

I will.

Lets talk.


About what?

About how I'm angry?

Nope.


Why would we?
That would be silly.


Lets talk about fall.
I love the fall.

Its pretty.

It's good.

fall..mmm..


winter.


today is the first day of November.

a good day so far.



I'm hungry.


DARNIT.


I went all October..with no pumpkin pie.


shimoog.


shimooog a jizzims.

er.


Lennon.

Is he mad at me?



He seems ticked?



hmm.


oh well.


fall.
I love fall...


I'm sorry if your reading this.

It's boring.

I'm boring sometimes.


Nah. jk.



I could be.


but I am not.
not to me.


Maybe to you..


Not to me.


I don't really get bored.

Not unless I'm stuck inside a building.


I like the cold.


Do you>?

Jonna doesn’t..
Do you Jonna?



I like winter.
I like coco.


It's time to eat.


I like food.
FOodddd is good.


yum.


I want food.


hmmm...


Hot coco.


hot coco is good.



I wish I had someone to drink hot coco with.


I always cry when I drink hot coco...



no.



not always.


Just lately..



I am angry with myself.



I cry to much lately..



I don't take interest in anything..


But I swear to you I think I'm happy.


I am.



Happy that is.



Just I’m gonna miss him.




People.


I'm not happy with people.


Life. I love life.


I am happy with life..


Just not people.


But who gives.



Lately I learned that the people are so not that important to my happiness.


I cry only because of love.


not break.



I love my friends.


I love my family.



People make mistakes.


I don't believe in expectations.



Believe that people do the best in the circumstances they are in.


He's ticked.


I DON'T CARE.


really..



I'm not lying.


Its a pinky promise.


love you.

Different hopes and purpleie dreams I cannogt fathom what mister seems. I don't like big fat ones but not tiney eather I'm not talking about you I'm talking about a teeter. A teetter is a special pet, one you never take the the vet. I like my little teeter I'ma gonna name it peeter. bye bye..I gotta fly.

Bringing sexy back.. 9-24-07 10:42

On my birthday I party like its ninety and a half. And I do the funky chicken as i bow my face and laugh, I like purple strips and blue eyed phony signs I like 100 nasty chickens and a foamy bubble bath. I like to scream purple really loud and laugh at people on my cloud, I like funky wood and tee's, sometimes I sting bumble bee's and die and I honestly don't really know why, I like to publish stupid letters and wear ugly sweaters

LETS GO BACK...
Old post..My favorite.