If this is what you want then fire at will.
♥♥
Hi
Long time.
This is out of order from the last time I updated. I write like crazy, so I have to pick and choose. I'm feeling this on right now though.
Ya, I said feeling it.
*Summer State Fields*
She hangs from a candy necklace looking for a bittersweet suicide. The string snaps and flowers die. Her window releases the shocked scream into the summer street. A boy streaks the panes and kisses her hands, hands embedded with sugary shards. In the high noon light they grace the yard, departure is hard so she makes sure the path is barred, and she’s falling in a sea. His eyes drown the sounds of passing planes and waves and unfocus reality. The stars twinkle in buildings’ glass while troubled lovers secrets’ pass and sway the mast. Her throat is closing and he’s closing in on lost sleep. There’s a field painted green that grows for all to see. In the sun it gleams and in her eyes dew streams and blood stains the trees. He turned his back to count to ten and almost found her body dead. Her body sways and makes his day; she is always smiling.
She never dies in his mind; she never dies. He’ll lie in the lawn and she’ll never die. He’ll stare at pictures of their love and the memories and she’ll never die. Attempted suicide; she never dies but she’s trying. She could never let him hurt her, he’d never die. He’s always waiting. The grass grows over their heads and drowns the heartbeats; the fields calm the heartache. She chased away the sky to soothe the violent waves abusing smooth rocks, delaying her decay. Midnight moons watch their whole lives unfold through sand storms and cold. Blankets warm their souls. Once empty holes. She never dies. He waits on highways to hitch a ride to her. Never sleeping. Always dreaming. She’s always there. In his pages, on the lines that sort the white from black, the ink from chalk and the pavement from tracks. The express mode left the station at dawn and he drank until his hands had gone. She slipped to death. So he raced to find her address but the post office was all a mess, so he confessed and did the rest. Back to the field where their love had grown to climb that tree his grandmother had sewn. Flimsy arms still choke life from years of envy and out of spite. They never die. She would never die. The necklace is still intact. He slid it over his head to hold a piece of her, to take her memory to the grave. The earth is warm and his spirit is saved. Passing on to a distant field, painted with the same brush, the same feelings. Her hair still smells of smoke and perfume and the shadows still entwine. The strings unwind and the chords fill the air. His breath blows through her hair and every star catches their glare. They’re wishing on the paralleled sparkles.
They’ve learned to trust and she’s found she must; she must never die; never forget lest he be filled with detest…he could never lose his Love.
This song isn't real...although...ok, it's a little bit real. shhh.
It's meant to give feeling.
I said feeling a lot.
So life is great.
I bike ride everywhere and hang out with great friends.
Picture update from Marc's party
I like having LJ friends.
I hope people read this and add me...ya, I'm desperate.
A whole weekend of Amanda soon.
You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve, give me a reason to believe. So give me all your poison and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless heart and make me ill. Your running after something that you'll never kill.[Lock&Load]
Yep, a weekend of amazing friends and Amanda...I cannot wait.
About 4 days until summer school. I hope it is as cool as last year.
Here's your answer in spades
Love you Amanda. So Much!
Goodnight.
Bury me and fade to black
Love
♥♥
Hi
Long time.
This is out of order from the last time I updated. I write like crazy, so I have to pick and choose. I'm feeling this on right now though.
Ya, I said feeling it.
*Summer State Fields*
She hangs from a candy necklace looking for a bittersweet suicide. The string snaps and flowers die. Her window releases the shocked scream into the summer street. A boy streaks the panes and kisses her hands, hands embedded with sugary shards. In the high noon light they grace the yard, departure is hard so she makes sure the path is barred, and she’s falling in a sea. His eyes drown the sounds of passing planes and waves and unfocus reality. The stars twinkle in buildings’ glass while troubled lovers secrets’ pass and sway the mast. Her throat is closing and he’s closing in on lost sleep. There’s a field painted green that grows for all to see. In the sun it gleams and in her eyes dew streams and blood stains the trees. He turned his back to count to ten and almost found her body dead. Her body sways and makes his day; she is always smiling.
She never dies in his mind; she never dies. He’ll lie in the lawn and she’ll never die. He’ll stare at pictures of their love and the memories and she’ll never die. Attempted suicide; she never dies but she’s trying. She could never let him hurt her, he’d never die. He’s always waiting. The grass grows over their heads and drowns the heartbeats; the fields calm the heartache. She chased away the sky to soothe the violent waves abusing smooth rocks, delaying her decay. Midnight moons watch their whole lives unfold through sand storms and cold. Blankets warm their souls. Once empty holes. She never dies. He waits on highways to hitch a ride to her. Never sleeping. Always dreaming. She’s always there. In his pages, on the lines that sort the white from black, the ink from chalk and the pavement from tracks. The express mode left the station at dawn and he drank until his hands had gone. She slipped to death. So he raced to find her address but the post office was all a mess, so he confessed and did the rest. Back to the field where their love had grown to climb that tree his grandmother had sewn. Flimsy arms still choke life from years of envy and out of spite. They never die. She would never die. The necklace is still intact. He slid it over his head to hold a piece of her, to take her memory to the grave. The earth is warm and his spirit is saved. Passing on to a distant field, painted with the same brush, the same feelings. Her hair still smells of smoke and perfume and the shadows still entwine. The strings unwind and the chords fill the air. His breath blows through her hair and every star catches their glare. They’re wishing on the paralleled sparkles.
They’ve learned to trust and she’s found she must; she must never die; never forget lest he be filled with detest…he could never lose his Love.
This song isn't real...although...ok, it's a little bit real. shhh.
It's meant to give feeling.
I said feeling a lot.
So life is great.
I bike ride everywhere and hang out with great friends.
Picture update from Marc's party
I like having LJ friends.
I hope people read this and add me...ya, I'm desperate.
A whole weekend of Amanda soon.
You'll never make me leave, I wear this on my sleeve, give me a reason to believe. So give me all your poison and give me all your pills and give me all your hopeless heart and make me ill. Your running after something that you'll never kill.[Lock&Load]
Yep, a weekend of amazing friends and Amanda...I cannot wait.
- Haircut
- Bus pass
- G1
- Shopping money
- Possibly a pedicure/manicure
About 4 days until summer school. I hope it is as cool as last year.
Here's your answer in spades
Love you Amanda. So Much!
Goodnight.
Bury me and fade to black
Love
♥♥