KENNYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!
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xD This has me in hysterics for the first five minutes, I swear. Anyway, it's Friday night, and I'm sick. Sucks to be me =( And i have the All-Star damn soccer game tomorrow. DAMN. Oh well, I guess I'll just deal with it or whatever. --;; Yay.
o.O Tuseday was my birthday as well. Happy Birthday to me. >< I really wanted a cat, but of course my mum is allergic. "But that's what doctors are for!" But no0o0o0...>< GhRrR I got an awesome new CD player though, and new CDs that I desperately NEEDED. And I went out with friends to celebrate. But that's about it. Funny how Birthday's seem less important when your older isn't it? Oh well, here's a bit of poetry I had to write as well that might add some length or interest to this.
I walk the line
With shaking tread I walk the line, the balance between dark and light.
With nothing here to guide my steps, but faded memories of pain
of panic, thunder, tears of blood, the sight of death and spreading fire.
But through it all, above the cries, the speaking of a single voice
which calls to me, a force which I cannot resist. I cannot fly
and so I walk here silently, as trapped within a waking dream.
My way is paved with broken words, with memories of shadowed dreams
with darkened silence, stretching out without the smallest gleam of light,
of escape from this agony. That I could spread my wings and fly
beyond the suffocating heat, away from darkness and from pain.
But I press on determined, with the memory of your voice
still echoing, a memory that cannot burn away with fire.
So here I stand, lost in my thoughts, surrounded by the raging fire
which threatens every second to destroy my body, sear my dreams
from living memory. Once more I hear your voice -
and then it fades, leaving me alone in this world where light
is nonexistant, nothing I can do now but succumb to the pain
that blinds me, traps me, no escape - with broken wings, I cannot fly.
From this nightmare of agony. As helpless as a wingless bird.
I frozen stand, now awaiting my final judgement by the fire
that spreads around me, crimson flames all adding to the blinding pain
that has destroyed me. Nothing left but hopeless fear, my dreams
lie shattered and forgotten. I have lost the light
and now remain in nothingness, betrayed by your soft voice.
As if awakening again, I hear the echoes of your voice,
and raise my head to see you there, with your wings poised as to take flight.
Take me with you. If only I could see the light
once more, I could be free of fire.
Fierce hope flooding my mind, my dreams
return to me. I stand again, determined to escape the pain.
And once again I walk onwards, now ignoring the tearing pain
that tries once more to defeat me, for this time I can hear your voice.
Much clearer than before, no longer vague and clouded like the dreams
that haunt me still, but I care not, for even if I cannot fly
I can fight back. I can defeat the pain and fear and fire
that block my path, still attempting to deny me the light.
A final effort, through the fire. To disregard the searing pain
is difficult, but possible. Light floods my vision, and your voice
fades from my mind. My dreams are freed, and I shall learn to flight.
xD This has me in hysterics for the first five minutes, I swear. Anyway, it's Friday night, and I'm sick. Sucks to be me =( And i have the All-Star damn soccer game tomorrow. DAMN. Oh well, I guess I'll just deal with it or whatever. --;; Yay.
o.O Tuseday was my birthday as well. Happy Birthday to me. >< I really wanted a cat, but of course my mum is allergic. "But that's what doctors are for!" But no0o0o0...>< GhRrR I got an awesome new CD player though, and new CDs that I desperately NEEDED. And I went out with friends to celebrate. But that's about it. Funny how Birthday's seem less important when your older isn't it? Oh well, here's a bit of poetry I had to write as well that might add some length or interest to this.
I walk the line
With shaking tread I walk the line, the balance between dark and light.
With nothing here to guide my steps, but faded memories of pain
of panic, thunder, tears of blood, the sight of death and spreading fire.
But through it all, above the cries, the speaking of a single voice
which calls to me, a force which I cannot resist. I cannot fly
and so I walk here silently, as trapped within a waking dream.
My way is paved with broken words, with memories of shadowed dreams
with darkened silence, stretching out without the smallest gleam of light,
of escape from this agony. That I could spread my wings and fly
beyond the suffocating heat, away from darkness and from pain.
But I press on determined, with the memory of your voice
still echoing, a memory that cannot burn away with fire.
So here I stand, lost in my thoughts, surrounded by the raging fire
which threatens every second to destroy my body, sear my dreams
from living memory. Once more I hear your voice -
and then it fades, leaving me alone in this world where light
is nonexistant, nothing I can do now but succumb to the pain
that blinds me, traps me, no escape - with broken wings, I cannot fly.
From this nightmare of agony. As helpless as a wingless bird.
I frozen stand, now awaiting my final judgement by the fire
that spreads around me, crimson flames all adding to the blinding pain
that has destroyed me. Nothing left but hopeless fear, my dreams
lie shattered and forgotten. I have lost the light
and now remain in nothingness, betrayed by your soft voice.
As if awakening again, I hear the echoes of your voice,
and raise my head to see you there, with your wings poised as to take flight.
Take me with you. If only I could see the light
once more, I could be free of fire.
Fierce hope flooding my mind, my dreams
return to me. I stand again, determined to escape the pain.
And once again I walk onwards, now ignoring the tearing pain
that tries once more to defeat me, for this time I can hear your voice.
Much clearer than before, no longer vague and clouded like the dreams
that haunt me still, but I care not, for even if I cannot fly
I can fight back. I can defeat the pain and fear and fire
that block my path, still attempting to deny me the light.
A final effort, through the fire. To disregard the searing pain
is difficult, but possible. Light floods my vision, and your voice
fades from my mind. My dreams are freed, and I shall learn to flight.