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This makes no sense. Why even bother when effort and result are not effected by the falling rain? Pete Yorn's 'Vampyre' lulling away the few remaining rational thoughts. "You seem..." a friend says, but I won't even let him finish, I already know what he's going to say and I don't need to hear it any more often than I already do. I think I've gone and lost all my thought with the pretty pink penguin flying out the closed window. I wonder why he seems so happy all of a sudden. The cheese from my Pot Pocket burns my lips. And the daily reports of more soldiers killed stabs my soul until my eyes bleed with discontentment. If only there was more suffering, the world would realize how much the price of worth only applies to those who had more value than this mold encrusted sock above my head. Tomorrow is the mistake of yesterday's sunrise and I won't be around to watch the moonlight splash across the birdbath next Monday's last thunderstorm of the final exit to humor.
Osala · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 11:59pm · 0 Comments |
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Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet eating her curds and way, along came a spider and sat down beside, his worst mistake that day. She picked him up and threw him high, carefully removed each of his eyes. Took out her blade and then she said, "Don't worry little spider, you'll soon be dead." Next came the legs, so skilfully she worked; as she removed them all they gave a jerk. The only noise, a high piched scream; that came from the spider, a sight to be seen. No pitty she showed, no pitty she had; you might now ask why is she so bad? You would run, if you only knew; Little Miss Muffet would do the same to you.
The moral of the story... there is none at all, just watch your step; make sure you dont fall.
{.Cassondra.}
Osala · Wed Dec 22, 2004 @ 08:53pm · 0 Comments |
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Do you know how, sometimes, when you get a cut it doesn't always bleed right away? Well, that's how I am. Take Kyle's death for instance, when I got the news I was...okay...with it. I didn't cry, or cut, or anything. I was just numb to the fact that he was dead. It's like it took me this long to let it sink in, to realize that he's really gone and no matter what I do, it won't bring him back to me. I realize now how hard it is to talk about what happened. But that's what I always do - I repress. One day it will come back to haunt me, I know that, but....I just....I just...I just don't know anymore.
I know I'm not making any sence so I'll shut up.
.{.Osala.}.
Osala · Wed Dec 22, 2004 @ 08:50pm · 0 Comments |
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Tu aaya Sapna Bannkarr: You came as a dream |
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I write this entry in memory of my Kyle, who took his own life because of my secrets. You are forever in my dreams.
Leaves fell from the sky like rain and tears. A leaf for every sin and word that slipped from our lips. I pushed past them, blinking away the darkness that lay across my lids. They hid the sky, the stars, all the sins falling in their thousands around me, sliding off my cheeks and tangeling in my hair. I could almost smell them rotting there. Vines curled round my bare feet and up my legs, reaching and stretching slowly for my knees, to forever root me in the nightmares, in the truth. This wood was huge, endless. But it closed in on me like a box, bringing the darkness closer, invading my sleep like putrid smoke, as the vines weave round my toes, pressing my soles into the dry mud. But I carry on walking, dragging my feet and pursing my lips to stop the darkness from choking me. And then, head spinning, I stumbled into the clearing, at the edge of the wood. The vines fall away as I walk slowly over petals and soft grass and get down onto my hands and knees to peer over the edge of the small cliff. I already know what I'll see - peace. The pink petals slide and glide over it's surface, glistening and calm, the lakes waters spread out before me, the silence surrounding each tiny ripple. I stare wided eyed at the endless blue, bottomless and unmoving. As I looked down the tears and the leaves fell straight into your eyes as you stared back at me. As always, you were in my dreams. You smiled sadly as I leant closer, reaching out a hand that never seemed to touch the surface. I wished I could have grabbed your hand and pulled you out, turned back time to save my best friend, the boy who mended broken hearts and swim with me in my dreams. But my sins and wet leaves dragged me down, bedraggled. I closed my eyes as you said those words for the hundreth time: Tu aaya sapna Bannkarr Yaad Bankarr reh gaya. You came as a dream And stayed with me as memories.
{.Razor.Thin.}
Osala · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 09:03pm · 0 Comments |
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