let'sescaperealitytogether❤.

keep doing what you do.
keep saying what you say.
keep feeling what you feel.

cause those messages in the box,
are nothing compared to your moving movies.
those messages in the box,
can be easily kept and locked away.
those messages in the box,
are monumentally stupid.
those messages in the box,
are written by a group of imbeciles.
those messages in the box,
can only be done by simpletons.

insulted,
disparaged;
and still you stood standing.

"and no matter what they do,
no matter what they say
there's a happy smiling face that comes your way."

too stupid, too infatuated.
with her and only her.
i'm so sick.
coughing up and choking at my jealousy.

i'm turning pale, getting cold as ice.
ill because of you. exhausted and tired.
frail and fragile.

"i know i don't belong,
in that room i see him
i see him and he's with her
i turn and then i'm gone."

[for joelle who needed a sonnet written for her english class.]
i could so become the new Shakespeare for all you know
(sarcasm was intended on the last orange line)

[just a little warning: this post contains subtle sexual content so do not be disgusted or even surprised with the erection you guys might suddenly get.]

because when i look at you
i think of you as this cup of flavoured ice cream
from Ben and Jerry's or perhaps even Haagen Dazs,
and you are just staring back at me, waiting for me
to be the spoon to scoop you up
and lick you all over.

yum.

i could pluck that apple of yours
from your very trunk, anytime darling.
it'll just be another apple falling onto my lap;
and trust me when i say,

i bite hard.

but i long for your voice to fill most of my conversations,
for your touch to caress my skin,
for your eyes to linger on my endless smiles,
for your lips to touch mine.

"were you thinking of me when you kissed her
could you taste me when you licked her skin?"
[i'm not jealous, and i'm not green with envy.
but hearing you were with another girl
makes me miss you even more;
makes me want you even more.]

i flirt with danger, i know
and the trouble is; it flirts back.

loveology.
[the love for beautiful things]

the twist on my sheets,
reveal my uneasy sleepless nights.
the drips on my windows,
show the chaos of raindrops.
the scatter of crumpled parchments
expose the lack of words to explain

what exactly is going on.

i can't explain it
but i want you to want me
and yet, i don't want you at all.

"if only i had an enemy bigger than my apathy, i could have won."
Profile "home is wherever i'm with you." - Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros i have a habit of wandering, therefore i get lost a lot.
stay strong. / Thursday, March 26, 2009 @ 7:59 PM three words: i admire you ignore what they say. ignore what they whisper. ignore what they see. just ignore them. it's their loss. it's their flaw, it was never yours. i admire you, i adore you. you inspire me; to see greater things. you encourage me; to feel better. there are many stories out there that needs to be heard; and you were brave enough to share parts of yours to us. many people are looking for something to believe in; and you have given exactly that to some of us. [ i may be just speaking to myself but maybe someone else out there thinks the same ] others may not approve of what you say, what you believe in, what you do but what matters is what you truly think. we both know, and even the rest out there who bother, that you believe in yourself truly deep down inside and that you will fight for what's right no matter what happens. such bravery should not be teased, such bravery should be admired and for those who are shunned; such bravery should be envied. keep doing what you do. keep saying what you say. keep feeling what you feel. cause those messages in the box, are nothing compared to your moving movies. those messages in the box, can be easily kept and locked away. those messages in the box, are monumentally stupid. those messages in the box, are written by a group of imbeciles. those messages in the box, can only be done by simpletons. insulted, disparaged; and still you stood standing. worthless. hopeless. useless. that's them; never you. what you do, is up to you. what you feel, is your choice. "and no matter what they do, no matter what they say there's a happy smiling face that comes your way." stay strong, lord knows; we need someone like you in the world we are in today. Brian Anand Soosay, i admire you. going gaga. / Wednesday, March 25, 2009 @ 9:17 PM "tell me that i won't feel a thing, so give me Novocaine." it spreads, therefore contagious. eating me up with the hunger it holds and colouring me green. i'm jealous. there we go, those two words sound so pathetic even when it is just typed out. envious? fuck no, let's not go that far. so my skin is turning green, my mind is unclean. i can't think of anybody other than you but then again you haven't got a clue. too stupid, too infatuated. with her and only her. i'm so sick. coughing up and choking at my jealousy. all your "secret" messages are only for her to read, too bad i can see right through you. all your "underlying" notes are only for her to see, too bad i know you too well. all your "unrequited" feelings are only for her and only her, too bad she'll never feel the same way. "i loved you first," baby, you say we're history but i sure do miss the damn past. "ouch, i have lost myself again." it's all because of you that i'm going through such a predicament such a situation such a life just because i can't have you. i'm lost. i'm gone. i'm done. it is over. it was. how many times do i have to keep going through this? "i'm tired of being sorry." so sick of love songs. so sick of those couples. so sick of the movies. so sick of my poems. so sick of valentines day. i'm turning pale, getting cold as ice. ill because of you. exhausted and tired. frail and fragile. "i know i don't belong, in that room i see him i see him and he's with her i turn and then i'm gone." jiggly joelle. / Tuesday, March 24, 2009 @ 8:23 PM He never cared about her, much. From the way he moved across the crowded room, it was true when they say that he is unfaithful, to her dismay. Nothing can stop his affairs which she has no clue. They call him the Casanova who sleeps around without any care for the rumours that spread like a wild bush fire. No one utters a sound as they know how his lustful desires are fed. Oblivious she is as she hums a tone and sings to the chirping birds. Laughter in her eyes, dipped into the pureness of holy water as she brings no worry or fray. Stupid, they call her after countless of tries. The Don Juan flirts with the wanton of the night as she smiles sweetly without fighting for her right. [for joelle who needed a sonnet written for her english class.] i could so become the new Shakespeare for all you know (sarcasm was intended on the last orange line) another apple. / Friday, March 13, 2009 @ 6:06 PM [just a little warning: this post contains subtle sexual content so do not be disgusted or even surprised with the erection you guys might suddenly get.] i think the human race is too curious for their own good and maybe even too imaginative, because when i look at you i think of you as this cup of flavoured ice cream from Ben and Jerry's or perhaps even Haagen Dazs, and you are just staring back at me, waiting for me to be the spoon to scoop you up and lick you all over. yum. i could pluck that apple of yours from your very trunk, anytime darling. it'll just be another apple falling onto my lap; and trust me when i say, i bite hard. ying yang. / Thursday, March 12, 2009 @ 10:16 PM "and everyone's talking how i can't be your love, but i want to be your love." my reference to love songs, my reference to love quotes, my reference to love stories, my reference to love poems, is not a symptom of lovesickness. "and your smile is tattooed on my mind." oh, his smile makes my heart skip a beat. i think i'm new to this feeling. this feeling of uneasiness and insecurity. a mixture of sadness and a tinge of bliss. a mixture of fear and a tinge of courage. a mixture of hate and a tinge of love. i don't like you, that's for sure. i don't even think i want to be with you, that's for certain. but i long for your voice to fill most of my conversations, for your touch to caress my skin, for your eyes to linger on my endless smiles, for your lips to touch mine. you leave me breathless; GASP. you leave me yearning; BANG. you leave me struggling; CRASH. you leave me crying; DRIP. you leave me falling; DROP. "were you thinking of me when you kissed her could you taste me when you licked her skin?" [i'm not jealous, and i'm not green with envy. but hearing you were with another girl makes me miss you even more; makes me want you even more.] gorgeous girl. / Tuesday, March 10, 2009 @ 6:13 PM "trust me when i say, that i'll be okay." here's the verdict in the court room that takes place in my very bemused heart; i am guilty. i miss him. impish ignorance. / Sunday, March 8, 2009 @ 10:35 AM "i'm learning to fall, i can't hardly breathe." i flirt with danger, i know and the trouble is; it flirts back. loveology. [the love for beautiful things] the twist on my sheets, reveal my uneasy sleepless nights. the drips on my windows, show the chaos of raindrops. the scatter of crumpled parchments expose the lack of words to explain what exactly is going on. i can't explain it but i want you to want me and yet, i don't want you at all. lozzi lollipop. / Wednesday, March 4, 2009 @ 10:01 PM she's sitting alone on her bed, with her phone attached to her head. she's thinking about a certain dick, who is rumoured to have been with another chick. but she shouldn't be thinking much about it, because she isn't gay or naive, it's just him being a git. she is a beautiful person who needs to see that i am willing to take her on a shopping spree. even if i have to spend all my money just so she will notice that there are sweeter honey. but then again, he may have a reason for being the faggot of the season. just take a deep breath and close your eyes don't waste your tears don't even try. he's not worth it, not now at least you guys will sort it out, even if he is a beast the rumours might not be true, it could all be a lie so don't think much about it or say goodbye, because he might need time to explain and release you from your pain. just remember, that if things go wrong that i will be here for you, i'll even sing you a song. but my voice isn't good, so don't worry i'm sure he'll call and he'll be sorry. this is for you my bella donna, love you woman. big boobs. / @ 6:04 PM it's annoying. it's annoying. you blab and blab on and on about yourself. just stop it. i love you, i do. but i get where she [the only part italian woman i know] is coming from when she says "shut the fuck up." pretty passerby. / Tuesday, March 3, 2009 @ 10:54 PM looking through, reminiscing the past. i come across this; "Jarrah, you've been with me forever" and i still am babes. heavy hearts. / Monday, March 2, 2009 @ 11:20 PM "i'm over you," i say over and over again. just because she goes on and on about him, does not mean she likes him. just because she can't stop thinking about him, does not mean she likes him. just because all she ever talks about is him, does not mean she likes him. does this look familiar to you? all these symptoms. the longing looks, the aching heartbeat, the jumpy start, the sensational pounding and many more. these symptoms show that i have been caught, yet again. in that web that he has weaved. trapped. however, it's not the same. it never is. i've never been in love, and i have never been in a serious relationship. but i don't feel like i am missing out on anything. i stare at couples, some of which are my very good friends, and i envy their joy and capability of sharing. but i don't envy what they have. i don't want to be a girlfriend. i don't want to be a wife. i don't want to have kids. i don't want to have a wedding. will that change? who the hell cares. right now, i am infatuated. and maybe even missing someone. the phrase; "you were my first," would seem irrelevant, but there's an underlying meaning to it. just read between my bed sheets and then you'll see.
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