Here We Go...

Well, I'm on my looong journey back from writer's block, and thank god I was actually able to write something the other day

It's supposed to be a song, although I probably will never get around to writing the music for it

O glory
Save me from this masterpiece
Of tangled misfortunes
Save me from this artist’s final work
His paint is my blood

My blood stains the carpet
Seeping out from underneath my arm
Outstretched, reaching for something
Reaching only for failure
But the beating of my heart continues

Red lipstick, kiss the mirror
Then write your final words
I wish it was you I was tearing
Not just this picture
I wish it was this picture I was tearing
Not just my heart

I’m trying not to live
What I would give to be dead
Blood red nails making tiny cuts
Into the arm I grip tightly
As if I am scared of death
But in reality I am scared of living


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writer's block!!!

Well, I have maaajor writer's block, and it's driving me insane...
However, to keep you all busy, I'll post something I wrote not toooo long ago
Here you are...

Love songs expire
To broken pieces of
Scarlet bloodstains
That never seemed to heal
That wound you left me
Is infected with darkness
It's turning my blood red
When it's supposed to be black
Spiralling into my head
Are diseased thoughts of you
You have spread your virus
To me
Your love song expired
Didn't you check the date?
You bought it too long ago
And now it's rotting
Eating away at my sanity
And now you left
To infect someone else
I hope they check
The date
On whatever package
You wrap your lies in

As promised...

As promised, here is a poem

To fly
With threadbare wings
Whose strings
Are frayed with dought
And burn too close to the sun

To float
On thin and empty air
Don't care
That all you'll do is crash back down again

To be free
While shackled into place
Tear stained face
Struggling against unbreakable bonds
But taking what is given

To fight
Against the unknown force
Shutting open doors
While flooding the room
With vicious anger

To laugh
And turn your face to the sn
And run
Away from troublesome things
And sorrows that your worries bring

To break
Shatter like brittle glass
But pass
Your smile to all that see
Strength to pretend away the pain

To fall
Smash against the ground
Not found
By any until you're dead
Pools of blood around your head


well, there you are...

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Some days...

wow, it's been ages
i figured, since nobody bothers to leave comments, i just won't post
then i realized i need some kind of outlet

been writing a lot of songs lately, and poems
nothing i am particularly fond of, as of now, therefore i won't post any right now

well, summer break, good stuff
took a trip to india, did a ton of service learning over there, now i'm back
lucky me
half the time i'm insanely bored, and the other half i'm really busy

so here i am, ages from my last post, with nothing to say

here's the deal
i'll promise that next time i'll post a new poem

seriously

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stuff

here is a song i wrote

My head is spinning
The devil’s winning
Tear out my heart
Rip it apart

Blood as red as wine
We can take it as a sign
Watch me fall apart
From the pain of my heart

Your touch is like a feather
Please put me back together
Your fingers burn my skin
Like lighting from within

Blood as red as wine
We can take it as a sign
Watch me fall apart
From the pain of my heart

Sharp pain, it feels so good
It feels like it should
Shadows in your eyes
Darkness will hypnotize

Blood as red as wine
We can take it as a sign
Watch me fall apart
From the pain of my heart

Take my hand and jump with me
They will never be able to see
Before we hit the ground
And all will come unbound

yup
pretty cool, isnt it

microfiction

here is a story i wrote
it is something called microfiction, or really short stories
i wrote it when i was depressed, which might explain some things to you

A Reflection
I was looking at my reflection, and it was looking right back at me. A mirror image, an image in a mirror. I was standing there, wondering, is the person in the reflection the real one, and am I just a reflection of her? Suddenly a rock shattered the glass. I turned around to see a dark figure running away. “Stop!” I yelled. “Take the shattered glass with you!” For the glass was sadness, a heavy cloak of depression. A perfect whole, shattered into many pieces. I stared at the pieces, seeing my face broken into so many parts. All the jagged edges cutting away at the skin. I pieced the puzzle back together, but what difference did it make? The lines and cracks still pierced through the image, and it was never to be whole again.
The cloak was smothering me in depression. I threw it off, breathing in the fresh air. And I got another mirror. One that showed me my reflection again, one that brought happiness, lifted the burden off of my shoulders. Still, each new mirror I buy, what it to stop it from being shattered again?
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revamped blog

as you can see, i have completely revamped the blog
now it is awesomely colored, and of course, easier to navigate, wat with the new archives and all
this is all thanx to new blogger beta version, which makes it easier for stupid people like me to change stuff, since i am clueless when it comes to html

hope you enjoy the revamping

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