for teen thou sand fly ss

I lost my sense of fall; recognising the feeling of the feeling of just crying

"So where does the music ever come from?"

To the boy with a stuffy nose and teary eyes and a checkered shirt
I couldn't fall asleep last night, and you loomed like a ghost in and out of my dark room
Never felt so alone, so dejected;
the world pressed rewind, replay and rejected.
With the videos on tube, and westgrand waiting for you
I knew for awhile before you left, you were young and full of happiness
i wish i could hear you laugh
don't leave, don't leave, don't leave or I will step on the falter of my heartbeat
and die.
And I hate when I'm standing across the room and starring
while you're just looking down, and pretending.
sitting in the dark on the balcony, figuring out which breath I should take
you, or a whole new world.
where
love
ceases to;
exist.

Jamie all over

the silver lining I was looking for

bloodshot veins

M

Post Valentines, another dance please
It's been awhile, and I think I'm turning senile
april came and went when you shook my hand and left
Still, I'm waiting outside with season enders and page benders
and memory of you encapsuled in blue
So just be the goon like everyone else was
he, him and he
Taking a chance, and then taking off
the love that broke me down into ventholin and a wheezy cough
the tickles, the waves, the screams-
and the demons who burst the heart seams
I don't believe that you ever really loved me.
Because I'm sore from the fights, hair tangled and throat tight
I choked back the words and forced a hello
just to watch as you turned to go.
Honestly-
he's not the least bit like you, manner and speech
he's so much more
and I breathe easy, under my sheets
So I'll sit in my yard, light fireworks and watch the explosions in the sky
I've sat on electric lines long before you told me those lies
I'll smile, and laugh at your life
and watch you from hero-
to zero
Happy Valentine's.

Adverbs

It's been a riot of a week and I'm dying of fatigue;endless wave of drama class and dramaclubbing have drained the insides out while trying to cope with my obsession with failing science and strawberry icecream, joshua bought me strawberry cream yay for valentines. Spent the night skimming sand with our toes lying on the breakwater watching planes and stars and clouds that looked strangely like snails. Sang songs to and fro, dance dance dance jump high up to touch the anthracite sky with the boy who makes me giggle and thwaddle my thumb playing pepsi-cola-onetwothree. Bouquet of flowers sit on my table, wrapped in green and purple and I like them so thankkkkew jaw-shwa see-ee-ow. BENLOH is being abducted by aliens and I want to steal him back from the fiery lands of fireland. I need fire fight, kiss me now, oh my damn I miss Marieellleeee Chu. BABY SWEETCAKE COME BACK. I miss our grandma-wannabe shoppingtrips and uptothesky bunji-worthy scream. I connected Lauraeva and myself to an electric circuit followed by laughlaughlaugh, almost fall off the chair kind of giggling. No wonder I fail science. I think humans can conduct electricity by holding hands and touching a wire.

I lie awake and pray, that you will look my way.

:D

Ain't no sunshine when he's gone.

Roald Dahl and his emo poems;

All the world's a stage, the men and women; merely players-
No,the world's a chaotic alienated stereotypical inconsiderate son of a bitch;
after awhile, twinkle twinkle little stars gets old honey.

Old publication

Sitting in the rainbow coloured arm chair in the fan-ventilated mono-colour earphones
"Love is just a game" OCesque spilling through speaks straight into my mind and into the eye
that looks straight at you, the boy who peeks at my diary and finds things he shouldn't know
in a million megazillion aeons. Last night disappears behind a dizzy frenzy, of frantic passion.
Maybe I'm a fool, walking in line, maybe I should try to leave this time. But as I feel you heave
breathing rhythmically next to me your hand finds way up shivers of my spine. You might, just be right.
I'll be that girl who takes it all, who plays mind tricks with lightsabers in the night.

So, dream of me.

Luna.

27 dresses.

Wild neoprints.

crazy.

Switchfoot

the frie fight

oh my darling joshua tan

westgrand boulevard

switchfoot

Eyeball-blaring music, orgasmic grooves and elated arenalin

Switchfoot was a blast.

If you didn't go, you missed out BIGTIME.