...and she filled her head with
poems and short stories so that
her own thoughts couldn't get to her...
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Chuck, Steal My shoes!.
I used to live by that qoute.
Though, there were a lot more aspirins and drinks in this game.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Day One Thoughts
+ I need a cigarette.
+ I really don't want to go out with the dog.
+ Lazy, lazy, lazy!.
+ No normal Japanese guys in the VF. >.<
+ Aishiteru, One Ok Rock!.
+ I crashed down last night, and cried a bit.
Why?. I don't have answers to that.
+ I'm not an emo nor a crybaby, arigatou gozimasou.
Just the stress at home isn't doing anything good.
+ I miss my twin flame.
This is the main reason, why I shed tears after all.
+ There is a lot of sorrow inside of me,
but I rarely show it out or let others see it.
+ I have understood, that the wish to live have finally
overpowered my wish to die. When this happened,
I don't know. Though, I'm not quite sure how to feel about this, as of yet.
+ "There's nothing more to bleed, my heart can't take this anymore".
+ I miss her.
+ Would you believe in yourself, when anyone else doesn't?.
+ Blogger pisses me off, as well.
+ The damn nerveinfection is spreading its roots onto my shoulder too.
Hitting its claws in and refuses to let go.
+ Fuck it.
+ I wan't to scream. Really loud. Just for once,
but then again, I figure if I would get addicted.
+ today I push things on and on, refusing to do them.
I tell myself all these excuses, but this is all just a foolish game.
+ "She's hurt. Mentally and emotionally. But everyday,
+ I really don't want to go out with the dog.
+ Lazy, lazy, lazy!.
+ No normal Japanese guys in the VF. >.<
+ Aishiteru, One Ok Rock!.
+ I crashed down last night, and cried a bit.
Why?. I don't have answers to that.
+ I'm not an emo nor a crybaby, arigatou gozimasou.
Just the stress at home isn't doing anything good.
+ I miss my twin flame.
This is the main reason, why I shed tears after all.
+ There is a lot of sorrow inside of me,
but I rarely show it out or let others see it.
+ I have understood, that the wish to live have finally
overpowered my wish to die. When this happened,
I don't know. Though, I'm not quite sure how to feel about this, as of yet.
+ "There's nothing more to bleed, my heart can't take this anymore".
+ I miss her.
+ Would you believe in yourself, when anyone else doesn't?.
+ Blogger pisses me off, as well.
+ The damn nerveinfection is spreading its roots onto my shoulder too.
Hitting its claws in and refuses to let go.
+ Fuck it.
+ I wan't to scream. Really loud. Just for once,
but then again, I figure if I would get addicted.
+ today I push things on and on, refusing to do them.
I tell myself all these excuses, but this is all just a foolish game.
+ "She's hurt. Mentally and emotionally. But everyday,
she walks outside with a smile on her face, because
that's just who she is; the girl who never stopped smiling."
+ The only person holding myself back is me...
+ Today is the day, when I feel like curling myself under
all these blankets and close my eyes, to drift off and
never look back. At least not today.
+ Hot tea gets warm so fast. I want the hotness last
as long as I am finished with it!.
+ I startle way too many times during one day.
+ Someone squeezes my heart together. It hurts.
Is there any way to breathe?. Just breathe...
+ It is so strange, how people act out,
brake their promises and fuck our asses,
act like they haven't done anything, and then are surprised,
when we don't ask them out anymore, when we stop talking to them
and why they loose friends.
+ Just discovered, that it is snowing outside.
On 17:45pm.
It is somehow comforting.
+ I am sorry for being an asshole from time to time.
I mean it. It is a huge part of me, that I need to work with.
+ I want cigarettes in a can.
Just like they have in Asian countries. -pout-
+ I think... that I might start recording my voice,
in English, of course, and then make vocal blog entries.
Yush. It is a good idea!.
+ I don't understand, how people can think of me so highly.
I am nothing special, btw. For sure, I am different... but not special.
+ Skipping through my VF journal, I found something that still worries me. My grandfather's lungcancer. I don't even know him, and yet we are biologically connected. Whom he is?. I don't know.
that's just who she is; the girl who never stopped smiling."
+ The only person holding myself back is me...
+ Today is the day, when I feel like curling myself under
all these blankets and close my eyes, to drift off and
never look back. At least not today.
+ Hot tea gets warm so fast. I want the hotness last
as long as I am finished with it!.
+ I startle way too many times during one day.
+ Someone squeezes my heart together. It hurts.
Is there any way to breathe?. Just breathe...
+ It is so strange, how people act out,
brake their promises and fuck our asses,
act like they haven't done anything, and then are surprised,
when we don't ask them out anymore, when we stop talking to them
and why they loose friends.
+ Just discovered, that it is snowing outside.
On 17:45pm.
It is somehow comforting.
+ I am sorry for being an asshole from time to time.
I mean it. It is a huge part of me, that I need to work with.
+ I want cigarettes in a can.
Just like they have in Asian countries. -pout-
+ I think... that I might start recording my voice,
in English, of course, and then make vocal blog entries.
Yush. It is a good idea!.
+ I don't understand, how people can think of me so highly.
I am nothing special, btw. For sure, I am different... but not special.
+ Skipping through my VF journal, I found something that still worries me. My grandfather's lungcancer. I don't even know him, and yet we are biologically connected. Whom he is?. I don't know.
A Familiar Taste of August
This has been a long time, when I wasn't able to write anything beside
roleplay posts.
But on that day, I felt that I can.
Write more.
Inspired by Trent Reznor's music.
Donnie Darko and other great movies.
Science-fiction.
Ray Bradbury stories.
Life itself, and threats of death.
I present you what I have manage to put down already.
Deeply mysterious, futuristic, artistic, postmodernistic piece of wordart.
Please, give me a honest opinion.
But I warn... This is for those, whom understand Donnie Darko.
The light was flickering, the bulb threatening to leave all the waiting people in the darkness, which was closing in from surrounding city. There wasn't many of them there, just a palmfull of souls, standing under lonely umbrellas in the night.
Fog rose, while the rain beated against the summer warm asphalt. It rose from the depths of secrets and unknown knowledge, which threatened all of these people, tossed together by fate.
Will they know?.
Will they?.
+++
A Familiar Taste of August
"Oh, c'mon... that freakin' ol' machine is late again. I will never get there in time," a young female, in early 20's, looked at her watch and tamped left nose of the heeled shoe against the ground. Standing within few meters away from other six, the magnificent old oak offered her enough shade from that acid rain, that seemed never stop in these days.
Megu tucked her nose up and peeked into the skies. There was rarely any stars to be seen, but bright transparent teal planet never left the horizon, no matter how thick the clouds were. She sighed, pulling her fragile body back and slid some of those long hair behind her ear under the hood.
She rose the right hand, and played those long, reumatic thin fingers through the murky fog, leaving behind clean spaces of air, which were lazily filled pretty soon after this. The girl was so caught into this little fiddle, that she never noticed a car stop beside her, the droplets of water beating against the rusty roof and echoing through the sceleton of scenery, empty, yet filled with corpses of factories.
"Get in, Megumi."
A voice, who dared to command the Commander.
The hand stopped. Fingers slowly faded from their movements. The figure under the leafage almost trembled like the noise on the old screens.
Screetching. Abatement. Supression. Understatement.
Who?.
She rose her eyes, and stared in from the rolled down window. It was an automobile, from the ancient times, not a floater, like most people rode within these days; and yet... it somehow suited more into this perspective than any other machinery.
Its black skin had dots of corrosion, spreading all over like a disease of humanity gone lost. The bottom was lit, and its warmth spread its roots through the thickening haze.
"Why?."
A question. A stare. Eyelash palpitation. So faint...
"If you don't, you will miss it. 345-B is not going to come today."
Fact, which will win over all prudent moths in the night, saving them from falling into the dust. Certanly, Megumi had no chance to spend the rest of the time under that lifeless tree. A mere mannequin, for those, who valued past above the present. Tecnology to photosynthese, grow through the seasons, that didn't have their former meaning.
She knew it. She was needed.
They were waiting.
++++
Rest of this is in the process...
roleplay posts.
But on that day, I felt that I can.
Write more.
Inspired by Trent Reznor's music.
Donnie Darko and other great movies.
Science-fiction.
Ray Bradbury stories.
Life itself, and threats of death.
I present you what I have manage to put down already.
Deeply mysterious, futuristic, artistic, postmodernistic piece of wordart.
Please, give me a honest opinion.
But I warn... This is for those, whom understand Donnie Darko.
The light was flickering, the bulb threatening to leave all the waiting people in the darkness, which was closing in from surrounding city. There wasn't many of them there, just a palmfull of souls, standing under lonely umbrellas in the night.
Fog rose, while the rain beated against the summer warm asphalt. It rose from the depths of secrets and unknown knowledge, which threatened all of these people, tossed together by fate.
Will they know?.
Will they?.
+++
A Familiar Taste of August
"Oh, c'mon... that freakin' ol' machine is late again. I will never get there in time," a young female, in early 20's, looked at her watch and tamped left nose of the heeled shoe against the ground. Standing within few meters away from other six, the magnificent old oak offered her enough shade from that acid rain, that seemed never stop in these days.
Megu tucked her nose up and peeked into the skies. There was rarely any stars to be seen, but bright transparent teal planet never left the horizon, no matter how thick the clouds were. She sighed, pulling her fragile body back and slid some of those long hair behind her ear under the hood.
She rose the right hand, and played those long, reumatic thin fingers through the murky fog, leaving behind clean spaces of air, which were lazily filled pretty soon after this. The girl was so caught into this little fiddle, that she never noticed a car stop beside her, the droplets of water beating against the rusty roof and echoing through the sceleton of scenery, empty, yet filled with corpses of factories.
"Get in, Megumi."
A voice, who dared to command the Commander.
The hand stopped. Fingers slowly faded from their movements. The figure under the leafage almost trembled like the noise on the old screens.
Screetching. Abatement. Supression. Understatement.
Who?.
She rose her eyes, and stared in from the rolled down window. It was an automobile, from the ancient times, not a floater, like most people rode within these days; and yet... it somehow suited more into this perspective than any other machinery.
Its black skin had dots of corrosion, spreading all over like a disease of humanity gone lost. The bottom was lit, and its warmth spread its roots through the thickening haze.
"Why?."
A question. A stare. Eyelash palpitation. So faint...
"If you don't, you will miss it. 345-B is not going to come today."
Fact, which will win over all prudent moths in the night, saving them from falling into the dust. Certanly, Megumi had no chance to spend the rest of the time under that lifeless tree. A mere mannequin, for those, who valued past above the present. Tecnology to photosynthese, grow through the seasons, that didn't have their former meaning.
She knew it. She was needed.
They were waiting.
++++
Rest of this is in the process...
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