insecurities.seems that i'm always on the run,insecurities.
forever trying to evade reality because by doing so, i'm escaping emotions,
and in turn, you.
it's like you're a wall, and every time i talk to you
my hope bodyslams against that carefully preserved fortification
to slump downward in a boneless heap, just like in those looney tunes we used to watch.
what's more, i can't see through you-- in other words, i can't see past you,
and i can't tear anything down.
i'm not strong enough, and even if i was,
i wouldn't know what to do with the remains strewn at my feet,
wouldn't know how
heart transplant.it's like how we used to stand close to each other in gym class so that our heart rate monitors would go haywire since the watches would receive both of our heartbeats and read some 200 beats per minute--much too high to be real, much too high to be alive. when we moved apart, the readings dropped to zero as if we were dead. gone. nothing. it's like you gave me your heart, i gave you mine, and they don't fit into the spaces in our chests quite right, so that's why they don't work properly anymore.heart transplant.
they say that time heals.
it's like slowly but surely, my body is learning to accept your heart as my own, and there wil
hide and seek.when we played hide-and-seek,hide and seek.
i was always too good at hiding
so one by one, they'd all eventually give up
until you were the last one looking everywhere,
determined to find me,
and you did.
one day i slipped into the woods
and you knew i was in there,
but you didn't dare follow me
because you were afraid of getting lost so there i was, disappearing deeper and deeper into the shadows of the trees
and the moment i knew no one would ever come was the moment i realized i didn't know my way out of the woods.
self-examinationhead: who are you living for? why is it that what you are living for has to be a who? reasoning was meant to be your forte, but you're the master of nothing, save making contradictions you never imagined you'd thought up. since when did you become the typical tragedy? you shot for the moon, but you're falling out of the stars and yet heaven knows when you'll get yourself out of the clouds and down to earth. it's only a matter of time before you lose.self-examination
heart: you're always talking to some boy here and another one there,
not even looking for romance or love,
only a
Hollywood Youth-Plastic RealitHollywood starlets and t.v. star hunks, dancing in the minds of an uncaring youth. Dead ambitions and forgoten goals lay rotting on the highway of dreams. Blond conformity and a pale skinned unity, that's the life for me. Just a Hollywood youth in a plastic world, living on Planet Apathy.Hollywood Youth-Plastic Realit
Media info lust and a ready made future, packaged and all set for me. An ignorant democracy and an American Idol vote, that's the life for me. Just a Hollywood youth in a plastic world, living on Planet Apathy.
Manufactured emotions and a radio friendly hit, los
desecratedesecrate
One articulation of a sentence and you break my moral Your words are the only thing capable of dissolving my inner strength
[like aspirin in water, I never last long] You know that you’re the only one capable of doing this to me
{a smile crosses your face as you bask in this dominance over me}
Malice has seeped into every fibre of your being You don’t care about perceptions anymore You only care about further distancing yourself from the world you once loved From the those who you know care about and the ones that you didn’t know about
You’ve give
| hi. i'm christie. this is where you can find me when i don't know what i'm doing. this is the place i shove away all the experiments regardless of whether they go right or wrong. this is where my word therapy goes. this is where you can see me at my worst. i'm placing my trust in you. |
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Wherever you go, no matter what weather, bring your own sunshine.
congrats on the dld!
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
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Wherever you go, no matter what weather, bring your own sunshine.
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-I draw stickfigures because they remind me of myself.-
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
proud member of of =RawEm0tion, *BleedingHeartsPoetry, ~Critique-Me, =SongofthePoets, and *Writers-Club
icon animation by ~skinnydoodler
icon design by me =]
This is amazing!
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-I draw stickfigures because they remind me of myself.-
all i can say is...you got it right this time!
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
proud member of of =RawEm0tion, *BleedingHeartsPoetry, ~Critique-Me, =SongofthePoets, and *Writers-Club
icon animation by ~skinnydoodler
icon design by me =]
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-I draw stickfigures because they remind me of myself.-
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making paper wishes and glass dreams
proud member of of =RawEm0tion, *BleedingHeartsPoetry, ~Critique-Me, =SongofthePoets, and *Writers-Club
icon animation by ~skinnydoodler
icon design by me =]
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-I draw stickfigures because they remind me of myself.-
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