Falling Under__December 24th__Falling Under
It's Chistmas Eve. I'm not sure, in my teenage angst, where I belong on a holiday like this.
Christmas carols in stores, snowmen on front lawns, happiness, laughter, warm families by the fire, opening gifts and everyone so excited, counting the seconds to Christmas.
The year I asked for a bike is the only Christmas I remember.
It might be why I have Christmas issues. The whole asking-Santa-for-a-bike-but-Mom-complains-we-can't-afford-it-and-they're-fighting-again-and-Dad-leaves. And Dad leaves... And Dad leaves. For good. Never comes back. I finally
Writer's BlockBlack words stark on white Crossed out scribbles, lines erased Empty train of thoughtWriter's Block
Frozen CowsFrozen CowsFrozen Cows
Farmer Brown was a sturdy man who worked hard all his life. He broke his back working under the sun, earning a living for his family of sixteen sons and daughters. In order to feed all his children and wife (and himself, for he was a burly man who stood over seven feet tall with a broad torso), Farmer Brown had many pigs and cows and chickens and sheep on the farm, and acres upon acres of farming land to grow wheat and barely and flax and canola. His wife's garden in the back yard stretched for miles. All this work was maintained through Farmer Brown's hard work, and having so many children to do chores around the far
BendBendBend
You watch him as he falls, unsure of how to react. There truly is not a thing you can do, even though you tell yourself that you should be doing something. Instead you are helpless, and you watch as he hits the concrete once again and breaks, his body and soul shattering into pieces that are made of glass.
He has been beaten so many times, and you know exactly why. You know what plagues him, what is destroying him. He wears his glasses, but he sees nothing through them except his sins. Your sins. His vision is cloudy, dark, often black as the deepest corners of the night.
No longer does he see the s
| Nikki. Green tea. M&Ms. Belgian chocolate. Purple. Apples & PB. I sold my soul to SNL Jeopardy and My Chemical Romance. I love my dog more than is probably healthy<33 The mountains of British Columbia are where I plan to spend my life. Taboos fascinate me, particularly the concepts of incest and cannibalism. I am a procrastinator who has a guilty pleasure by the name of the Jonas Brothers >_> April 4th, 2007 |
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Tired
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In Love With Nikki
"This is a conspiracy!"
"Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes"
"the sadness will last forever"
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Gandhi walked barefoot, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, making him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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Gandhi walked barefoot, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, making him rather frail and, with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
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"It wasn't so much a punk scene, or a hardcore scene, but just a music scene."
But I know I could, I could be better
I don't think I deserve it, selflessness
Find your way into my heart
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