Coordinated,
JUST right.
Her hearts feels as cold as ICE.
Only for a few moments will she not
utter a sentence without the word only.
She realizes her faults.
And despite the hate she creates.
She knows it will not go away.
And that others she knows
or do not know
has them too.
Perhaps not as bad or as good.
But they still seem to exist in this little realm.
It just
IS.
Somethings will never be right.
And the hospital, A chamber for the deathly ill and afraid.
Someone told me a JOKE
today.
I didn't laugh.
Poetry is not as big of a commitment,
say as,
writing a NOVEL would be.
It doesn't take as many IDEAS
or inspirational nouns to come together.
It just comes OUT.
It flows like a melody from our craniums,
wanting to be heard and thought OF as
beautiful.
We yearn to sound smart and
intellectually advanced.
Only a THIN sheet of paper
to hold us down,
from floating up into a
Deep Dark (stormy night)
that eats us in our entirety,
and we only sit back and watch.
One day this will become us.
We will only be as much as we give.
Our hearts. As thin and dry as
AIR.
Our hearts. As thin and dry as
AIR.
Now now now, I really have no idea what I should be typing or what I feel like typing, all I really know is that my fingers are moving and these swarms of idiotic questions are making me very quesy.
Yes, I have decided to return to purevolume. Myspace had frusterated me for too long now. PureVolume has the niceness that keeps me relatively calm through out the day and I'm blabbering again, aren't I?
Meh. I have an awful headache right now and I want a cookie and a hug, but we never seem to get what we want anymore these days? I also feel sortof odd, because I am not wearing any eyeliner which is very odd for me.
Note to self: Buy more eyeliner.
Stranger than, yes yes, let's talk about that now. Stranger than is the little group of my friends that decided to come together and with our ok-ish musical skills, will create your most lovely fantasies come true.
Some day, some how, this will mean something more than just a bunch of words, squished together to form something that my language arts teacher calls a sentence.
Blah.
I need more music.
Where is the music?!?!
*spazzes out*
Meh... I really need to find better pictures. And finish my billboard. Or start for that matter.
I don't know what to do. You? OH no, thank you anyways though, love. I sure would love to have a conversation with you.
Since it appears that I have lost my head, I shall check out of this bizarre hotel.
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[T R A V I S]
Ahh, thank you AJ! Your gorgeousss And I\'m doing
alright, how about you?
posted Dec 06
alexxquesadilla
hey do you know, that my first and middle initials are
A.J. thats cool!!!
posted Sep 19
alexxquesadilla
hey im fine (i guess) and my name is Alex, wuts ur\'s?
posted Sep 18
alexxquesadilla
and i am the skeleton King! J/K!
posted Sep 17