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.re.in.vent.ed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2005 @ 07:41pm
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Snippets
I wrote quite a bit of angst/emotional poetry snippets at band practice last week ((I may have been a little tispy at one point or another, but they say that it can bring out your truest side if you don't abuse it...)) Anyway, here's are the pieces I wrote:
((based on More of the Same by World Circus))
So for her he'll bleed...
All for her he bleeds...
Forever bleeds, til his life's blood;
Til his very soul is hers...
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Tragic maiden with silken hair,
Can't you see?
All is not yet lost.
Rather, it is fading fast.
Though you still have a chance,
Do what you must;
Don't give up hope...
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The scariest thing in the world is the thought of being alone forever.
The scariest thing ever is actually being alone forever.
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She may be nothing to you...
But she is always on your mind...
Forever in your thoughts;
Her name on your tongue,
Your memories with her commemorated always,
As your lyrics worship her, crave her.
I stand in the spotlight,
Almost wishing for shadow as embarrassment creeps in,
Seeps though my pores.
'Is this the girl he both praises and crushes?' they wonder;
Never really knowing that it is another.
IT IS ANOTHER.
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Feelings usually couldn't kill,
But the damage they inflict are worse than death.
Kill me before the end;
I beg for this.
Your words hurt more each day
The cold creeps in too slowly,
Taunting me with my one desire
I want the cloaked man to take me
Hurry;
Don't let me suffer anymore.
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((Based on Abort by World Circus))
This world may be terrible,
But this does not justify what you've done
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You swear you love me
But as I draw closer you say things that scare me
Why must you still tell her you love her?
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You both worry me seperately
Together is worse
You leave me;
You both go into a world where it is only the two of you
Laughing and loving when I can never know
It is almost a special relationship
It is almost...love...
And it chills me to the bone with fear.
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I wish she would go away
Dissapear.
Make him forget!
Leave us in peace!
You almost scare me...
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A softer melody...could it...please...be for me this time?
No...he'll write one for the girl he loves...but you won't write one for me...
Only for her...just for her...
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When it is only the two of us, you're loving
When we're with them, I may as well be gone
I disappear
I'm invisible
I should just die.
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That's all of em. Oh, and P.S. The verse before last....about the melody for me...it turns out it is going to be for me after all... and I didn't even say anything!! heart He is a sweetheart; I already knew, but, still! I need to find SOMETHING to say!!! heart
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 @ 12:53am
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WARPED TOUR!!!
Just got back ((early)) from the Warped Tour. Spenser and I almost got crushed by damn posers... stare That was only for MCR. heart When we got out a safe distance, we kind of crept in from the side, and I managed to sneak a pic or two with his camera phone. Here's the only good one I got:
Gerard is on the left. heart YAY!!! they're really good live; I'll have to go to one of their shows someday. heart LoL we got soaked in the rain, though, and had to leave, but not before I got autographs from Mike, Tom, and Yuri! ((MxPx)) They were so nice, they did autographs for me, and a set for me to take to my brother ((i guarded them carefully so they wouldn't get soaked in my bag)) He'd better be grateful, they're only our most favorite punk band ever ((and i don't even like punk rock anymore... sweatdrop )) Anyway....I'm waiting for a tunr in the shower, so I'm gonna shut up. TTYL!
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 @ 04:25pm
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~*~moo time~*~
I went with my parents and sisters to my father's 25th HS reunion at a classmate's home in VA Beach....he buys houses and buildings, fixes them up, and sells them ((he's obviously made quite a bit of money, his house was amazing!!! And he has another one in the Carribean!!)). In any case, he had a catered shin-dig, complete with entertainment, such as a DJ, a huge inflateable slide, a moonwalk room, and this really cool game where your attatched to a bungee cord, and try and see how far you can run before you're snapped back ((don't know what it's called)) Well, as anyone who bothers to read this damn journal knows, I've had mono for about a week and a half now, and, even though I don't feel sick, it still hasn't really gone away yet. The doctor told me not to overexert myself ((I.E. sports, running, etc.)) but when you see something you want to do, and feel like you're perfectly fine, it's things tlike those that wash out of your mind until you feel sick again. Well....I completely forgot about his, and I did EVERYTHING ((the slide isn't that big of a deal, though...)) It was that game that did me in, as well as the heat, and by the time I got back inside the house, and went into the bathroom, my lower abdomine was in such terrible pain, I felt like I couldn't move without crying. I found my mother, and sat at the tabel, but the pain was so bad that it hurt to sit. So, she lead me to another bathroom, and asked if I wanted to lay on the floor. By now, the pain was so bad that it nauseated me. I lay on the floor while she got my father, who went loking for his friend to see if I could use a bedroom to get some rest; the entire time, I was doubling in pain and nausea. At long last, my father found his friend, and he suggested either the bedroom downstairs, or the bedroom upstairs. So, my father, mother, and one of my sisters began leading me to where my father thought the bedroom was downstairs. He had to lift me off the floor to get me to stand, and as we began walking, I realized I wasn't going to make it to any bedroom without getting sick first ((mind you, I haven't gotten sick over anything in four years)) When we got to where he had assumed the bedroom was ((obviously it wasn't... sweatdrop )) we had to turn around and head for the stairs. When we started turning, I covered my mouth; by then, I knew I wasn't going to make it to the staircase ((I swear, it had to be only fifteen feet away!!)) My dad asked if I wanted him to open the door right beside me ((yet another door leading out to the backyard)) and I shook my head. I lied and told him I'd make it, but when I dry wretched, he didn't believe me, and opened the door in a flash, standing beside me so no one could see me sick. ~*~shudders slightly~*~ I wretched SO HARD that I would up with some of it in my nasal passage. eek I blew my nose, and....I won't go any further, if anyone reads this they'll probably get sick... sweatdrop Sorry, guys. In any case, after that disgusting moment, I was able to make it upstaris to a lovely bedroom, where I got my mother to let me cling onto her cell phone, and call Spenser asap. I talked to him for a little bit, but he had to go, since he was working, and so I got off the phone, climbed under the blanket, and fell asleep. I woke up once, an hour later, but I told my sisters ((who had come to check on me)) that I just needed a couple more minutes, and I shut my eyes again, sleeping for another hour. When I woke up the second time, they were on the guy's boat, checking out the creek that lead to the ocean. So, I called Spenser again to let him know I was feeling better ((he was taking a break between cruises)), and then I got up. I was pretty okay for the rest of the day. ^_^
Well, that's enough detail for a jurnal no one reads... sweatdrop I'll write again soon. ^_^
Alexiel
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