intruding on my interlude.

In rhapsody I hum melodies, whistling has never been my strong point. Burning my tongue over songs oversung, and smudging the ink from writing the wrongs, I skip along a narrow path that leads me astray to my past where I once contemplated the merits of smoking, cigarettes are all wet, and we were sad, but it’s bad to smoke, it makes you choke, I enjoyed the acidity of that conversation, with you in your velvet pants, one day we’ll dance to the joy that divides us indie kids from the irony in the clichéd fashion slaves. I distance myself from the rectangular shelves I refuse to go back to that world of pretend, the fun never ends on the rollercoaster of individuality, just make me a mocha and rock me to sleep.

Stumbling down grey stone steps singing schoolyard songs and feeling inept, I caress my knee, a purple patchwork forming, and now the clouds are creeping in and the atmosphere is warming. I cried last night, you made me weep, when you pushed me off your shoulder where I tried to go to sleep, but that’s okay, because we’re good friends and even though we like to pretend, I know I can count on you when the sun is hiding, because your crushing hugs smell nice and you’re safe to confide in.

The end is near my dear, I whispered loudly in your ear you turned away, while I prayed, down on my knees to a God I’d been neglecting, I hope you’re not protecting yourself from love, to an extent I’ll live my life to my heart’s content, and when you wait in the rain I’ll sing again till you return to me in one piece.

He’s so dashing, he’s quite debonair, and as plates are smashing I travel soundly through the air, I send a letter in my head it details my love for you, and dear oh how I miss those silent moments beneath the blue.

If you have a vendetta, just write me a letter, toss it over the gate and we’ll exacerbate the general hate, I smiled as you screamed, blue-eyed into my face, I cried when you left me, you just vanished with a trace. I didn’t want to know where you’d gone, where you’d be, because I’d rather you loved nobody if you cannot love me, I bit a thousand pillows, feathers flung up everywhere, and then I went down to play hopscotch with the girl with the titian hair.

like a melody in my head

"You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why... So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen, trying to figure out what my head thinks, but my head just ain't what it used to be. And then again, what's the point anyway?"

burning with jealousy, every which way i turn to see, across the room, across the hall, rest my head against the corner of the wall don't fall off your chair read the week seven reading, the week SEVEN READING, just underline it in red and don't forge it in your brain, "i bet if i had to do it all again, i'd feel the same pain", i'd do it again in a heartbeat, fall at your feet, don't hit your head on the car you've gone too far now, lets all be big spoons, i smiled wryly to myself, i hope i see you soon. cry me a river, cry me a lake, if tears drowned kittens would you go to a wake? i want to row across a black and white lake, in your dreams i used a quick unpick to pick you apart at the seams, i ripped a hole in my heart, i wrote your name in stone, started running backwards in circles pricked my finger on a rose, not a thorn, broken petals on the road, i wept whle you crept up, swept me off my feet and tried to carry me home...

*deep breath*

in the rearview mirror i understand your smiles, just a bland facade stretching my brokenness for miles, i felt your arms around my waist and i felt warmer than the sun, but then you left i was bereft, and i watched as she lay crying in the mud. i felt invincible, until i became invisible,
so i talked and walked to keep myself awake, but as i watched your dancing blue eyes i realised my mistake, the light that chased me down the stairs and quickly out of sight, i took flight, because deep down i know that you were right.

"so no matter how we part i hold you sweetly in my head, and if i do not miss a part of you a part of me is dead."

a closet la-dispute fan emerges

just some rather wonderful lyrics to describe how i'd love to feel sometime soonish.
No one to answer to, no one that's gonna argue, no,And since I got the hold off me, I'm living life now that I'm free, yeah,Telling me to get my shit together now I got my shit together, yeah,Now I made it through the weather better days are gonna get betterI'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm moving on,I'm so sorry but it's over now, the pain is goooone.

Wish i could get my shit together...

I'm putting on my shades to cover up my eyes,I'm jumpin' in my ride, I'm heading out tonight,I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine, I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.
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I THINK I SAW YOU IN MY SLEEP DARLING I THINK I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS YOU WERE STITCHING UP THE SEAMS ON EVERY BROKEN PROMISE THAT YOUR BODY COULDN'T KEEP, I THINK I SAW YOU IN MY SLEEP!!!

I THINK YOU OUGHT TO STAY AWAY FROM HERE THERE ARE GHOSTS IN THE WALLS AND THEY CRAWL IN YOUR HEAD THROUGH YOUR EAR. oh!

to quote a "literature felon", this guy in my head like my ipod stuck on replay (haha i'm even short - shorty haha oh dear) he's the epitome of hypocrisy but he didn't mean it, no because he's so great. and how i have to hate him for breaking my heart, i should have seen this coming from the start oh my gosh, i'm a child with no reigns to control my own heart, the wings unbeaten, they fly me to unexpected places, empty faces, all failing to fill the lonely spaces in my heart, so i cry, cry, cry, hang my head, don't die, i tried to stay away but no
i had to go and fall hopelessly in love with you.

oh well i guess now i've found out i hope everything is ok on monday ayyyyayyyay.

love you my friends, you know who you are, and teagan you're a lucky girl, he's a good one :)

hope he doesn't run through my mind all day!

the end.

chopsticks and trainrides

just bein' asian, coz i'm that cool. (ha, i wish)

omnomnom.

being skillful.

waka waka, eh eh

“You grow a little, I’ll shrink a little, we’ll meet each other half way.”
I guess it’s safe to say,
I’m falling a little bit in love with you every day...

now for some literary attempts:

Just as my numb thumbs fumble the trigger,
I looked into his eyes, that beige-clad digger,
A jarring revelation: he’s just like me.
Both born under the same ebony sky,
Separated only by churning sea,
And I wondered, would his mother weep?
Would his father say, ‘he did me proud’?
Temporarily disengaged, I watch,
As his wasted blood seeps into the ungrateful ground,
And the metallic call of aberrant birds,
A disrespectful sound,
Is it wrong that I long for a funeral song,
For my brother Abel’s unjust end?
Is it right to continue to fight,
continually murdering friends?

i'd like Jo March's writing cap right about soonish, thanks.