dear death
you no longer scare me
i will embrace you with open arms
when that day comes oh that day comes.
i will embrace you so.
because we were meant to be togther OH OUTRAGE AT THIS GIRL'S WORDS SHE'S SO FUCKED UP.
i don't deserve this. anything. all of it.
goodbye.
this girl.
this very one girl,
is an enigma
and
i often question what goes on
beneath her green eyes.
in her intelligent mind
how does she see us?
animals
sex driven, crude humour and bellowing laughter.
she is my best friend i suppose
but at the same time,
there's still so much to know about
this girl. this enigma.
my enigma.
guilty.
guilty.
guilty.
self absorbed.
self absorbed.
self absorbed.
go to hell.
go to hell.
go to hell.
(not allowed) to die.
(not allowed) to die.
(not allowed) to die.
guilty of allowing YOU in
showing you what is dangerous
painful (not really)
and a waste of life.
i am a waste of space.
a waste of life.
apologies.
but i can't make you stop
you can't make you stop.
you can also count on me
to understand
that "you can't make it"
or
"sorry dude, i'm busy, maybe another time?"
it may not have meant much to you.
but it broke my heart.
new scars.
new beginnings.
broken promises that never go out of style.
i lust for you.
i lust for your eyes.
i lust for your body.
i lust for your trust.
i lust for everything
that you incase
inside that pristine work shirt
and
those pristine work pants everyday.
i want you to dominate me.
i want you to break me.
i want you to want me.
i want you to love me.
i need you to know.
i need you to see.
i need you to be.
i need you to be mine.
i am yours.
i am a wreck.
i am yours on the table.
i am a wreck.
for you.
on the table.
dear death
you no longer scare me
i will embrace you with open arms
when that day comes oh that day comes.
i will embrace you so.
because we were meant to be togther OH OUTRAGE AT THIS GIRL'S WORDS SHE'S SO FUCKED UP.
i don't deserve this. anything. all of it.
goodbye.
this girl.
this very one girl,
is an enigma
and
i often question what goes on
beneath her green eyes.
in her intelligent mind
how does she see us?
animals
sex driven, crude humour and bellowing laughter.
she is my best friend i suppose
but at the same time,
there's still so much to know about
this girl. this enigma.
my enigma.
guilty.
guilty.
guilty.
self absorbed.
self absorbed.
self absorbed.
go to hell.
go to hell.
go to hell.
(not allowed) to die.
(not allowed) to die.
(not allowed) to die.
guilty of allowing YOU in
showing you what is dangerous
painful (not really)
and a waste of life.
i am a waste of space.
a waste of life.
apologies.
but i can't make you stop
you can't make you stop.
you can also count on me
to understand
that "you can't make it"
or
"sorry dude, i'm busy, maybe another time?"
it may not have meant much to you.
but it broke my heart.
new scars.
new beginnings.
broken promises that never go out of style.
i lust for you.
i lust for your eyes.
i lust for your body.
i lust for your trust.
i lust for everything
that you incase
inside that pristine work shirt
and
those pristine work pants everyday.
i want you to dominate me.
i want you to break me.
i want you to want me.
i want you to love me.
i need you to know.
i need you to see.
i need you to be.
i need you to be mine.
i am yours.
i am a wreck.
i am yours on the table.
i am a wreck.
for you.
on the table.
A New Day Rises by Kuja-Gaias-Redemptio, literature
Literature
A New Day Rises
Sinking into the endless ocean of night
Suffocating ever more by intangible despair
Chilled by voices carried on the fell wind
Like guilty whispers giving away the darkest of secrets
So freely given
So ready for consumption
Taken in for all there worth
Turning despair and fear into mere whispers among the others
Uttering their own secrets of the fragmented puzzle
Yet slowly piece-by-piece it all falls together
Like a tapestry of intricate design
Causing awareness to dawn like the dawning of the sunrise
A new beginning
Leading to a new end
Old gods usurped by new gods
From the eternal darkness of night rises the dawning of
whenever i scowl, my face drains of blood and i mutter fervently, it probably means that i'm analyzing Shostakovitch under my breath.
so don't be bothered.
Current Residence: brisbane, but my soul is in germany. Favourite style of art: Conceptual MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: definitely ojarumaru
Favourite Visual Artist
beethoven
Favourite Movies
probably easy rider, or lost in translation.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
paramore, belle and sebastian, tool, steppenwolf, everything off punk and disorderly volume 1-
Soooo this hasn't happened in a long time.
Kyla is writing a journal. Nothing to really write about.
My ear is gnarly, absolutely gnarly, except my sweeney todd hair tends to cover it up.
"This is piss- piss with ink"
Maybe I'll do some english.
meh.
Everybody should listen to "In the waiting line" by Zero Seven.
School has rolled around yet again- ah, the smells of crappy school cooking and impulse fill the bitchstained walls.
cheh, I have chosen once again to be the smart slacker (or alec) and i don't think i've done homework once this term- the pure bliss of laziness.
Write more later bitches.
what an idiotic year was 2007.
summary:
STUPID.
all the people that i did silly things with i will try not to meet any more.
highlights of 2007:
-meeting new people
-qys
-samara's before african children's
-multiple trips to the reject shop for various reasons including buying HEADBANDS
-ayo camp (l)
-mardi pretty much smothering me on her bed. that hurt BAD.
-taking countless photos with Josh- too bad he's a douche
-raina and i's fuck you to school (ie getting maudlin drunk and swearing a lot)
-sophie's gypo party
-laserforce about 023948132948 times
-getting lost with justine in mcdowell
-numchuck throwing session with georg