blue is for the tears

I walk down Blue Park Lane,
Alone in a rainstorm.
I dream of memories
Friends that knew me
because I spoke from my heart.

Shouldn't everyone?

There was nothing I hid
From the closest of friends
and her,
Nothing wasn't the color
it was meant to be.

All for her.

But then they pushed me out
Giving in to others' lies
Not believing me
even though I was the color
I was meant to be.

She pushed me out.

It's been so long
the colors have worn
My throat's closed up
And I haven't
found her.

They told me she's dead.

That's why I sit in the rain
to hide my tears.
I believe the stranger
the killer behind the bars
of that dusty room.

Her killer. I am truly alone.

Orange is for warmth

I see her all alone
She's crying in the street
Crying just across the street
From my front window.

I watch, as she shakes in sadness
And something from the storm
Snakes inside me
And touches my vein surrounded heart.

I see her looking at the door
She has just heard open in the night.
I look in her eyes and blink.
She doesn't look familiar, just dirty.

When I sit next to her
And invite her into warmth
She is silent as a lamb
Silent as my house, empty.

We agree to let her spend the night
She borrows my clothes
And she just nods,
Keeping that story in her eyes secret.

(no subject)

God it's so boring. I'm glad school is tomorrow. I can sit back and observe people. I can sit and day dream. I can walk into a room and see him sitting there, watching the door for me. I can practically run up to him squealing and hug him tight. I can cross my fingers and hope that we have more classes together this year.

I am slowly getting more inspired for photography again. I need to clean my SD card....... Haven't gotten around to doing it today.

Everything has been either boring or annoying. I got a rock star and drank it, then crashed, and everything went dowwwwwwwn hill. Ugh. But I wrote that poetry (COUGH COUGH comment COUGH COUGH) and I might continue that little series. Yes, I might make a short story out of poetry. Seems like a cool idea, yea?

I'm so anxious that I want to start writing in my notebooks. I've started a hand written journal and I'm taking this year more seriously, so I won't be on as often. Maybe once in a while when I have free time in 3d animation, but I don't know. Parker better be in my class for three periods straight. I'd be the happiest girl...... >.>


I want to climb from this hole
And dash myself upon the rocks below
But still it requires your push
Because a push requires intent
And intent requires desire
And desire registers in the body as need
Do you need me?
So push me over, my sea chest and me
The birds will follow me down

Billy corgan, "Poetry of my heart"