hello everyone, or as my last journal entailed. one... what's up. been lounging around the house all day soaking up the last of my vacation time cause i ain't gonna have none till NEXT FREAKIN MAY!!!! KROIKY! anyway. been surfing the net and downloaded the free version of morpheus and from there already dowloaded a song that i've been wanting to hear for a hell of a long time. thank you morpheus. the free version has a lot of spam to it. but it works and that's what matters.anyway. besides that and playing with miss kitty i haven't been doin much... get trillian. it rocks... kinda buggy but the interface is sweet.
i found a poem the other day that i wrote a few years back and i like it so i want to share it with whoever wants to take a gander at it.
revision:
the sky shits colors on this world
yet we still see the butterflies,
their cocoons, carcases.
memories of the past, linens for our prisons.
that we shed for new tragedies,
and all the while, by the bye,
give me a smile. i'll take two,
just too shit them back at you.
for the miles i go everyday,
i mock you, i hate you.
i love you too clearly to say.
how much hatred i never feel,
when i look at the moons of your eyes,
to see my own death
revisioned, envisioned, i grasp the cackling fruit,
as it leers at me and i bite down deep.
tasting it's juice coat my soul
in dirty forgotten rememberence,
i drink its blood and laugh,
and cry.
hope you like it. anyway. that's all i got for now. i think i'll jump on thehoo and send lucidity an email, though after the journal entry i just left her i don't think i have anything left to say. i'm sure i'll think of something.
anyway... keep the faithless.
juggalo nation 1 out.
i found a poem the other day that i wrote a few years back and i like it so i want to share it with whoever wants to take a gander at it.
revision:
the sky shits colors on this world
yet we still see the butterflies,
their cocoons, carcases.
memories of the past, linens for our prisons.
that we shed for new tragedies,
and all the while, by the bye,
give me a smile. i'll take two,
just too shit them back at you.
for the miles i go everyday,
i mock you, i hate you.
i love you too clearly to say.
how much hatred i never feel,
when i look at the moons of your eyes,
to see my own death
revisioned, envisioned, i grasp the cackling fruit,
as it leers at me and i bite down deep.
tasting it's juice coat my soul
in dirty forgotten rememberence,
i drink its blood and laugh,
and cry.
hope you like it. anyway. that's all i got for now. i think i'll jump on thehoo and send lucidity an email, though after the journal entry i just left her i don't think i have anything left to say. i'm sure i'll think of something.
anyway... keep the faithless.
juggalo nation 1 out.
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leanan_sidhe:
haha...thanks for your colorful ending idea. It is a good one; but not quite the ending I am looking for. However, if you could convince the ex to take on this joyful task, then it would be the perfect ending.

flux:
I grew up in the buckle of that there Belt.