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no school for me... hahaha
sadly i was hoping to be able to finish painting john's present (since its already belated i decided it would look better painted than sketched.- btw love if you want to see what it will look like i'll bring the sketch for you to see and comment on if you want me to change something etc...)
but i have no paint, only a light purple, white and black- colors i don't need for this painting... i need those for my next one...
anyways i'm back to florida, and let's see I BOUGHT A PURPLE SHIRT, TWO BLACK ONES (mother you cannot stop the black-HAHAHA I WIN) and a bright pink one.
and since the environmental science trip happened too long ago for me to want to write any more bout it... lets just say "whatever happened in manteo, stays in manteo"
and in orlando, I FINALLY GOT TO GO TO ANIMAL KINGDOM!!!! YAY!!!!
and um, shit i forgot whatever i was gonna say.
ooo yeah, i've been meeting tons of new people both online and in person--- ~*YAYNESS*~
this one guy went up to me during lunch and asked if i could speak another language, and we started talking in french...(which i have to brush up on btw)
-sigh-
strangers are the zhit.
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latest poem:
dried blood trails of tears frozen upon my cheeks,
sleepless hours pass,
day divides the night,
darkness is my dwelling,
the light of day rejects paleness of flesh,
here I sit, confined in a room
that cannot be found nor seen,
and can only be reached
by those who can go no further.
contained in darkness, with only a candle that never seems to dwindle,
in this room do I write
scribbiling, pencil across ancient paper
line after line of poems, stories told and retold
my line of sanity crossed over and over again
the line itself has now faded
my hands cramp yet I continue to write
on the walls are words, endless
driven by the sound of the scratching of pencils
my thoughts flow unto paper
I've been up and down to the bottom of every bottle
I've lost count of time, of society's rules
of the world that is outside of this room
why seek light when I've learned to see darkness?
and as I sit here
I write, trapped by the lessons of the past
chained by the dreams of the future,
I write to escape,
I write to stay,
I write to travel worlds,
I write to hide.
this revelation results in tears,
tears of blood.
the cycle continues.
sadly i was hoping to be able to finish painting john's present (since its already belated i decided it would look better painted than sketched.- btw love if you want to see what it will look like i'll bring the sketch for you to see and comment on if you want me to change something etc...)
but i have no paint, only a light purple, white and black- colors i don't need for this painting... i need those for my next one...
anyways i'm back to florida, and let's see I BOUGHT A PURPLE SHIRT, TWO BLACK ONES (mother you cannot stop the black-HAHAHA I WIN) and a bright pink one.
and since the environmental science trip happened too long ago for me to want to write any more bout it... lets just say "whatever happened in manteo, stays in manteo"
and in orlando, I FINALLY GOT TO GO TO ANIMAL KINGDOM!!!! YAY!!!!
and um, shit i forgot whatever i was gonna say.
ooo yeah, i've been meeting tons of new people both online and in person--- ~*YAYNESS*~
this one guy went up to me during lunch and asked if i could speak another language, and we started talking in french...(which i have to brush up on btw)
-sigh-
strangers are the zhit.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
latest poem:
dried blood trails of tears frozen upon my cheeks,
sleepless hours pass,
day divides the night,
darkness is my dwelling,
the light of day rejects paleness of flesh,
here I sit, confined in a room
that cannot be found nor seen,
and can only be reached
by those who can go no further.
contained in darkness, with only a candle that never seems to dwindle,
in this room do I write
scribbiling, pencil across ancient paper
line after line of poems, stories told and retold
my line of sanity crossed over and over again
the line itself has now faded
my hands cramp yet I continue to write
on the walls are words, endless
driven by the sound of the scratching of pencils
my thoughts flow unto paper
I've been up and down to the bottom of every bottle
I've lost count of time, of society's rules
of the world that is outside of this room
why seek light when I've learned to see darkness?
and as I sit here
I write, trapped by the lessons of the past
chained by the dreams of the future,
I write to escape,
I write to stay,
I write to travel worlds,
I write to hide.
this revelation results in tears,
tears of blood.
the cycle continues.