my best friend hates, no despises this guy who used to like her. she wont even talk to him. she likes this guy who likes her back.
i like both of the guys, and i cant decide which is worse.
Anonymous
02:42:08 PM
Monday, October 31, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I bet the spacing will be messed up. I got hit by some really angsty motivation, so I rattled this off. I'll be ashamed of it later.
We will stand in that room one day
a rosy room that smells of cinnamon
and frustration. and I will reach out my hand
slowly toward the wall; I should think
the pallor of its knuckles is alarming.
Once steadied I will ask you if I
can touch your face or pour the tea.
I’ll laugh because you don’t drink tea
ever since the time you spilled it
and the dark black stain consumed you.
and once among the apple trees,
while sitting in the verdant breeze,
i was sure not to make a sound:
i watched you lie upon the ground
placing a long and soul-wrought look
atop the burdened orchard brook
what dark regret that held you there
i now know not, nor do i care!
save that it was to think of me
and us: we two who cannot be
one? o say it so! else i shall die!
to be crushed by the silver sky…
One day
in that room
as fire sears my veins to ash
throughout the idle pleasantry…
I think I’ll laugh and pour the tea.
Anonymous
08:13:23 PM
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
i havent been on a date with my boyfriend in about two months because weve both been busy, but this afternoon neither of us had any plans and he was like, "umm im gonna hang out with some people from work." apparently he just went to hang out with two girls (i dont know them) for quite a few hours. he didnt even bother trying to contact me when he got home to talk to me since i havent talked to him all day. what the crap.
Anonymous
10:48:31 PM
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
So, going with the no name policy. There's this senior at Enloe who's really attractive to me. He wears tight shirts a lot, and tight pants. His butt is shaped attractively. He has really piercing, thoughtful eyes. Basically, I want to practice unabstainance with him. And I don't even know him. I can't even describe how attractive I find him. Ahhhh, he's so hot. What's a person to do.
::/teen rant::
Anonymous
12:22:58 AM
Monday, October 17, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Saturday, October 15, 2005
My life parallels Atlas Shrugged so much it's slightly disturbing. . . . . I see so clearly the Henry Reardon, Francisco D'Anconia, Ragnar Danneskjold, and Eddie Willers to my Dagny, and think most of them could recognize themselves as such.
. . . And I wonder if he knows how much he's my Galt.
Anonymous
12:10:06 PM
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
It appears as though I have no feeling to acknowledge him at all, but inside lies that desire to be friends with him after this long. Whenever we are both in class, I can't help but not look at him because I am afraid that he will get the wrong idea when I only want to see how he has become. Sometimes, it takes a few minutes to try and get the courage to finally glance over.
I just wish his head would turn too. Maybe my heart will be able to stop and start pounding all over again.
Anonymous
7:53:40 PM
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Well you were sitting around
Like you were looking for something to do
And I'd come strolling by
'Cuz that had been my situation, too
So I came up behind you
And leaned on the back of the seat
It seemed so long I talked with you
Before you were on your feet
And off again
In the wind
While I'll never know if you were real
You really taught me how to feel.
Anonymous
10:13:37 PM
Monday, October 10, 2005
A sonnet. Conform the words to the rhythm, not the rhythm to the words:
Your tears do not solve anything at all
They merely make your eyes puffy and red.
It does not matter where the droplets fall—
In public show, or in one’s private bed
They still have no pow’r, no magical charm;
Tell me when salty tears have done as much
As stopping death, disease, and physical harm,
Can tears mimic a mother’s soothing touch?
There is no plant which in that water grows
And there’s no beast that drinks from tear-fed streams
Would merchants trade my tears for food or clothes?
And could those tears fulfill my weakest dreams?
But then somehow still, down my dirty cheek,
I feel the trace of a droplet, a sparkl’ng creek.
Anonymous
09:51:47 PM
Inside this broken body
There's a heart that yearns for you.
And inside that broken heart,
There's a secret love that's true.
A secret that should not be kept,
And a lie to be untold.
Inside this broken body,
There's a hand that meets your mold.
Your fingers know the story,
And your eyes know my own face.
My broken heart is losing ground,
Your own's my saving grace.
Inside this broken body,
There's a terror to be swayed.
Because I'm so scared without you,
Unsafe and so afraid.
My fear, it does survive me,
And I'm wanting for your guide.
Inside this broken body,
There's a heart somewhere inside.
And even though it's broken
And even though it's cold,
I cannot think without you,
And my mind has grown so old.
I'm careless, unaware,
I'm kissing you away.
You're locked away, a memory;
And a memory you'll stay.
Inside this broken body
There's a stranger you don't know.
And inside that broken stranger,
Is the girl who loved you so.
Anonymous
06:45:59 PM
Life -- The Elusive Bitch
It's got its peaks
And its valleys
It's got its highs,
And its lows.
It's life,
The elusive bitch.
Why must it taunt me so?
She brings me happiness,
And joy.
She comes bearing euphoria,
And a laugh.
Then she beats me down.
He bears guilt,
And fear.
He hates my guts,
And feeds on my soul.
Then he compliments my style.
Why does life taunt me so?
It build me up,
Only to dash me against the rocks.