deliverer7000

YOu'll always be in my heart.

The heart doth watch with a wistful eye
Yet it seldom grieves; seldom weaves
The heart can leave; the heart may heave
But may the hearts pleasure be thrust beyond the leaves

Sculpted tears of fallen angel’s cries
Burned redemption of youthful lies
Shattered dreams owing to an overwhelming state
Mourning existence and no blank slate

Cornered living and pulled together fears
Something lurking within thy tears
Castle longing and no prince be there
Wasteful dreaming- by no means cared

‘Lay thy angel and close thine eyes
Thy hair- spilled liked blood- thy angel’s sweet sighs
Beautiful- somber-bold
Pertain only to your dreams
Your dreams of amorous fields
Amongst the pale blue sky- amongst the lush
Lay thy angel and close thine eyes
Let thy dreams begin
Let thy dreams begin’

Covering doth shield from the heavenly light
Yet stricken thy heart bursting with hellish fright
Opaque understanding of the shadowy dreams
The dreams must be undone- must pull apart the seams

Sway of wonder in a mother’s arms
Pushed together without any alarms
Sudden reprieve- sudden retrieve
Without thy mother thy heart cannot breathe

The sorrow lies near this grief-stricken lass
Lies closer within her creator- her mother- alas
See forth the cheerless epic of her wintry lonely days
How her life was never filled with joyful shining rays

How could one with such angelic thought
Be full of wonder for darkness- she strongly fought
How could thy creator know her own will
How could she notice thy heart was filled

‘lay thy angel and go to sleep
I will be here while you weep
Just stay light and cheery and try to stay calm
Oceans are filled and life does go on
And listen when I tell you no man is worth your time
Tears, heartache, and hatred- they’re poisoned filled wine’

Sudden reprieve- sudden retrieve
Without thy mother thy heart cannot breathe

I wish to hold the crimson sky
With arms of gold and yellow dye
And watch the world envelope you
A seasoning truth from the purest youth
I wish to hold this immortal wound
A strap that holds a constant tune
Across a midnight cavalier shade
A silhouette outlined and paved

I’m stained across this velvet wall
Alone, I am immortal
Slaughter this dead reliance
For the crimson road is fading.
~The dust is right before you
And a leave you must take
Forsaken, cold, and alone
The dust of your mistakes

…you’re alone again

Poison Rose

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: RADIANT SLEEP!!!

Today was a very interesting day I must say, and most of it took place within a few hours.  After swimming practice and stupid dance practice, I came home as usualy.  My mom and Mark left for a while to go get CHINESE food.  MMMMM Yummy!  Of course, the day was not over.  I truthfully believed that 11th grade was primarily school and that my life would be nothing more than exasperation and an excess of work.  This may be true, but my past came back to haunt me the very hour my parents were gone.  Natalie, the shit, knocked on my door and there she was before me.  What a WONDERFUL sight that was.  (sarcasm here!)  Most of the things she told me are quite confidential and secret (shh) but for the most part, she told me that Dave hasn't forgotten what I had done to him, and that he will be out of jail very soon.  I guess her and some fucked-up friends gathered enough money to bail him out.  (hmm, I wonder how they got the money ::ponders::)  She happily confirmed that Kaylee was officially dead, since I didn't fully believe her, and I was then left with her and her usual actions.  I kicked her out of my house, along with her top.

   The last thing she said was that a flood was coming!  Who the fuck does she think I am... NOAH?  Who the fuck cares?  I guess I'll just have to wait and see, as usual.  WHat a way to end my day.  AND NOW TIME FOR HW!!

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Gardens of Purple- virus

I'm Happy!

Current Mood: angry

I LOVE MY GALLBLADDER!

HELLO to all the idiots out there who acutely have faith in my FALSE outlook on Dasha! For those of who may respond to my opinions negatively is a dumbass because Dasha is my friend! MY FRIEND SHITHOLES!! Of course we may have a friendship that fails to coincide with your superficial definition of friendship and amity, but it still does not give you the fucking right to judge our friendship. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO OBSTRUCT OUR INSULTS AND EXPELL YOUR IDIOTIC ATTITUDES OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE FRIENDSHIP IS! Well here you go: FUCK YOU! I cannot acquiesce with your folly and if folly is all your simple mind can hold, then I suggest you go fuck yourself and learn what the hell friendship is. Don’t barge into my emotions, especially Dasha’s, and expect not to be introduced to your colon. SO like I said in my first entry… Go suck a nut and shut the fuck UP you exasperating SHITS!

Current Mood: crazy

LA HONDA- Deep within a forest, painted with vivacious, scenic, and picturesque dye, thirty high school juniors from twenty four public and private schools in San Mateo County came together as individuals; some were experienced in the process of communication and consultation, and some had a scarce quantity of verbal familiarity. Although particular students in this clan of forest meanders may have had the understanding and practice of communication, they did not realize its true effectiveness; they were merely undeveloped. They were analogous to the foundations of an abode which with the help of many others-a family- the floor, the walls, the windows, and the shingles on a roof could be added, thus making a perfect home with sincerity and comfort. They needed those helpers who wandered in the forest with them. Many of those individuals needed others just to remind them of how effective working together really is. Once that companionship was found, then their minds, their hearts, knew how to succeed and accomplish something that was never thought possible: a birth of willpower and trust for complete strangers. I must acquiesce to the au fait terms of which I have so perceived abstractly and fervently, and to a reduction of arrogance and superciliousness which I have longed to rid myself of. My entire old outlook on life- now a purge of authoritarian principles of the mind- whether a familiar position or not, was changed at La Honda. And this effect, too, was brushed off of me and onto many of the other students present. Blaire Hiebsch couldn’t even find words to describe the feelings that, hopefully, all of us encountered. Along with Delia, a student from Hillsdale, Blaire was plodding down the trail that led to the Indian Bowl site which was a good distance away from the camp. And there was something about that trail that conjured up a familiar song within Blaire’s mind. She remembered a poem from Robert Frost: The Road not Taken. “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference,” Blaire quotes from Frost’s poem. And what a splendid quote it was to think about during that time, and for the rest of time. A difference, a change, a revolution took place within most of our minds, and it was not just the realization of teamwork and communication. It was the comprehension of divergent paths from which were expelled the results that no other mentality, only an individual, has experienced. We learned, to put it simply, that a path, no madder how stolid, black, or bleak, has the potential to lead us to somewhere that we never thought possible. Some paths make the difference, while some paths may lead to a violent push or worse. But whichever path a person chooses, there will always be something at the end of it. We learned that the paths we take may be dark, but sometimes those dark paths lead to something magnificent. As we may all know, one needs dark colors in order to create a beautiful painting. I wanted to inform those of who went to this great place that I had a great TIME! Words cannot express it. I loved it and I hope to see you all again some day. I miss you already. :-D -kelby

This concerns all of Dasha's (Daria's) friends. There have been only several of you who have had the wonderful experience in meeting me or hearing my charming power of speech. And though there have been that delicately picked handful of individuals, they still have had scarce understanding of who I am and what on Earth I did to get myself involved with Dashithole. Well… it’s all based on an unwanted meeting with the whore and a girl named Ashley StPierre. Ashley was my friend, of course, but at the same moment, a small hideous girl stepped up to me and smiled her revolting smile. This is when I met Dasha. For more intriguing descriptions of this unsightly witch, you must talk with me personally. My AIM is keitaro202 and I would be obliged to serve you in your quest to seek the truth behind why I fucked my life up with the witch known as Dashithole.

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Dasha, the hideous witch is not dead! DAMN