i believe in the color orange.
i believe in stingy paper cuts,
i believe in cute boys.
i believe laughter is the best calorie burner.
i believe in glowing.
i believe in kissing, kissing a lot.
i believe that happy people are the prettiest.
i believe in being strong when everything else
seems wrong.
i believe in cuddling.
i believe in patched quilts.
i believe in freezpops.
i believe that tomorrow is a new day.
and i believe in miracles.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
give me a paper cut.
i feel like i don't belong.
i feel un-invited.
i have the fragile bones of a fetus, and a mind of a rainbow.
all for one and one for all.
i feel un-invited.
i have the fragile bones of a fetus, and a mind of a rainbow.
all for one and one for all.
Monday, June 23, 2008
do i know you?
i have all the symptoms of a human being.
i talk,
i giggle,
i sneeze and i weeze.
if its just for a little while.
i don't care, i want to experience something different.
something where i'm not a human being.
even if it only takes a couple of deep breaths to transform into some walking creature no one has ever seen in their life before, i'll do it.
i won't be a normal, walking, blinking, obnoxious human anymore.
i'll be slimy, orange, and green.
i won't blink, i'll never blink.
i won't miss a thing.
i won't have ears.
and my brain will be in a glass bubble.
show cased to whomever has the guts to come up and hold a silly conversation.
camera's will be pointed at my face, and i'll smile with my pink, fuzzy teeth.
someone will publish me in a newspaper, or a comic book.
i'll be tomorrow's next big thing.
and next years fashionable trend.
i'll go in style,
and come out of style just as fast.
everyone would be my friend.
just because i wasn't ordinary.
i wouldn't be someone who walked the same old street everyday.
i would walk the same dirt road, i would just walk down it a different color.
what would happen if you weren't human for a full 24 hours?
LET'S
EXPERIMENT.
i talk,
i giggle,
i sneeze and i weeze.
if its just for a little while.
i don't care, i want to experience something different.
something where i'm not a human being.
even if it only takes a couple of deep breaths to transform into some walking creature no one has ever seen in their life before, i'll do it.
i won't be a normal, walking, blinking, obnoxious human anymore.
i'll be slimy, orange, and green.
i won't blink, i'll never blink.
i won't miss a thing.
i won't have ears.
and my brain will be in a glass bubble.
show cased to whomever has the guts to come up and hold a silly conversation.
camera's will be pointed at my face, and i'll smile with my pink, fuzzy teeth.
someone will publish me in a newspaper, or a comic book.
i'll be tomorrow's next big thing.
and next years fashionable trend.
i'll go in style,
and come out of style just as fast.
everyone would be my friend.
just because i wasn't ordinary.
i wouldn't be someone who walked the same old street everyday.
i would walk the same dirt road, i would just walk down it a different color.
what would happen if you weren't human for a full 24 hours?
LET'S
EXPERIMENT.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
bees are buzzing!
over and under my head
vibrating my skull until it tickles my brain.
i don't know how to think of this with my brain so ticklish.
my head is pickled with guilty thoughts,
drench me in water until i turn the pruniest i've ever been.
a shock enters my eyes,
it fluctuates countless times before it reaches my fingers.
it then, enters my fingernails,
and now it looks like a thunderstorm in my fingers.
how can i possibly apologize?
with all these things happening to me.
you make me feel so guilty.
nothing is tasty anymore.
except for the ink that's pouring out of my eyes.
we have the ability to do anything.
we have the power to raise hell on earth.
we have every right to scream out anything we want to.
loose lips may sink ships.
but not mine.
nor yours.
you won't let it.
and that's what i love about you.
you won't let anything get in your way, or fuck you up,
or call you a failure.
i agree.
more than i've ever agree'd before.
is there a power button to life?
because if there is, mine is rusted
and it wont
ever
turn
back
on...
vibrating my skull until it tickles my brain.
i don't know how to think of this with my brain so ticklish.
my head is pickled with guilty thoughts,
drench me in water until i turn the pruniest i've ever been.
a shock enters my eyes,
it fluctuates countless times before it reaches my fingers.
it then, enters my fingernails,
and now it looks like a thunderstorm in my fingers.
how can i possibly apologize?
with all these things happening to me.
you make me feel so guilty.
nothing is tasty anymore.
except for the ink that's pouring out of my eyes.
we have the ability to do anything.
we have the power to raise hell on earth.
we have every right to scream out anything we want to.
loose lips may sink ships.
but not mine.
nor yours.
you won't let it.
and that's what i love about you.
you won't let anything get in your way, or fuck you up,
or call you a failure.
i agree.
more than i've ever agree'd before.
is there a power button to life?
because if there is, mine is rusted
and it wont
ever
turn
back
on...
Thursday, June 19, 2008
phone jacks!
my fingers are on fire right now.
im looking out this window and i see the stupid clouds in this stupid corporate building.
excel is minimized on my screen, and i don't want to be here.
i dont want to be dressed like a business woman anymore.
i wish you would just let me go live where i want to and be done with it.
you're not gonna care what happens to me, as long as i dont live under your roof, you're okay.
you have a perfect life, with this un-perfect stranger who tries to be my dad, but fails miserably.
i haven't lived with him since i was 12, and i think i need to experiment a little.
BUT
YOU
KEEP
FUCKING
HOLDING
ME
BACK!
and i'm sick of it!
who cares how long i'll live there.
you won't and i certainly won't.
he's not my fucking father okay?
so stop trying to act like he is!
again, i can't say this enough, but you honestly think i'm going to live by your rules.
everyone thinks i do but i don't.
im gonna rebel, and you'll see one day, i'll move out before these 4 years are up.
because i can canive you to do it.
but i'm not so sure about him.
it's like, you share a fucking brain.
YOU'RE BRAIN WASHED!
you're not the same person you used to be
you're not the same person you used to be
YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON YOU USED TO BE!
snap out of it already!
because, let me tell you. . .
if you don't do it
I WILL!
im looking out this window and i see the stupid clouds in this stupid corporate building.
excel is minimized on my screen, and i don't want to be here.
i dont want to be dressed like a business woman anymore.
i wish you would just let me go live where i want to and be done with it.
you're not gonna care what happens to me, as long as i dont live under your roof, you're okay.
you have a perfect life, with this un-perfect stranger who tries to be my dad, but fails miserably.
i haven't lived with him since i was 12, and i think i need to experiment a little.
BUT
YOU
KEEP
FUCKING
HOLDING
ME
BACK!
and i'm sick of it!
who cares how long i'll live there.
you won't and i certainly won't.
he's not my fucking father okay?
so stop trying to act like he is!
again, i can't say this enough, but you honestly think i'm going to live by your rules.
everyone thinks i do but i don't.
im gonna rebel, and you'll see one day, i'll move out before these 4 years are up.
because i can canive you to do it.
but i'm not so sure about him.
it's like, you share a fucking brain.
YOU'RE BRAIN WASHED!
you're not the same person you used to be
you're not the same person you used to be
YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON YOU USED TO BE!
snap out of it already!
because, let me tell you. . .
if you don't do it
I WILL!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
pick up the pieces. . .
to my puzzle, everyone.
because i don't think anyone could put me together correctly,
in the right order.
they can't smooth my edges, they're jagged just like the edges that surround my body.
no one can influence me to change my ways.
no one can ever tell me what to do with the picture i make when someone puts me together.
it can be in color, black and white, or even bright as the sun.
because all i want to do is blind you.
i want to make your eyes hurt from looking at me,
i want to be the worlds luckiest contestant in a staring contest,
and i want to be the winner.
you can do anything you want to me,
because this puzzle is a canvas.
you can splatter on me,
rip me,
spit on me,
stomp on me,
throw mud on me,
or even throw up apple juice on me.
but whatever you do, i can take it. . .
i can take all you can give.
i can be dressed,
or naked.
you can dress me in fishnets,
or my bare naked legs.
because i won't walk anywhere.
you're dressing me for no reason.
cover me in a blanket,
because you have to wait 6 months for this paint to dry.
pick up my pieces,
because this puzzle is. . .
impossible.
because i don't think anyone could put me together correctly,
in the right order.
they can't smooth my edges, they're jagged just like the edges that surround my body.
no one can influence me to change my ways.
no one can ever tell me what to do with the picture i make when someone puts me together.
it can be in color, black and white, or even bright as the sun.
because all i want to do is blind you.
i want to make your eyes hurt from looking at me,
i want to be the worlds luckiest contestant in a staring contest,
and i want to be the winner.
you can do anything you want to me,
because this puzzle is a canvas.
you can splatter on me,
rip me,
spit on me,
stomp on me,
throw mud on me,
or even throw up apple juice on me.
but whatever you do, i can take it. . .
i can take all you can give.
i can be dressed,
or naked.
you can dress me in fishnets,
or my bare naked legs.
because i won't walk anywhere.
you're dressing me for no reason.
cover me in a blanket,
because you have to wait 6 months for this paint to dry.
pick up my pieces,
because this puzzle is. . .
impossible.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
i live for these moments
i live for the moments where i'm totally clueless and don't know what to do.
i live for the moments where i can't speak because i don't know what to say, or i can't walk the same way because something recently stupid happened to me.
i live for the moments where my brain just freezes up like an igloo and my memories and my senses just freeze along with it, and i can't feel anything.
i live for the moments where i'm drawing or coloring something, and i don't even have to think about what im adding to the picture, and i don't realize it until its complete.
i live for the moments where all i can think about is eating ice cream and popsicles at the end of the day, and how i'm gonna sneak online tonight.
i live for the moments where i lie straight to my mom's face, and she doesn't even see it in my eyes.
i live for the moments where you go to a loud show, and you have the amps in your ears, and the music speeding through your veins,
where you see stupid people moshing with their arms flying everywhere.
i live for the moments to laugh so hard i can't think or move or do anything except collapse in front of someone's house on a sidewalk because some girl had a tazer gun pointed to her head.
i live for the moments where i immideatley wake up because i'm laughing about a silly dream i just had.
i live for these moments, and i love how they're my life.
i live for the moments where i can't speak because i don't know what to say, or i can't walk the same way because something recently stupid happened to me.
i live for the moments where my brain just freezes up like an igloo and my memories and my senses just freeze along with it, and i can't feel anything.
i live for the moments where i'm drawing or coloring something, and i don't even have to think about what im adding to the picture, and i don't realize it until its complete.
i live for the moments where all i can think about is eating ice cream and popsicles at the end of the day, and how i'm gonna sneak online tonight.
i live for the moments where i lie straight to my mom's face, and she doesn't even see it in my eyes.
i live for the moments where you go to a loud show, and you have the amps in your ears, and the music speeding through your veins,
where you see stupid people moshing with their arms flying everywhere.
i live for the moments to laugh so hard i can't think or move or do anything except collapse in front of someone's house on a sidewalk because some girl had a tazer gun pointed to her head.
i live for the moments where i immideatley wake up because i'm laughing about a silly dream i just had.
i live for these moments, and i love how they're my life.
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