Mood: Content Actually
Song of Choice: "Imaginary" by Evanescence
Topic:Things
Days That Have Passed Since I sent Eric's Letter: 13 Weeks and 0 days
Hey how is everyone? I’m doing well I talked to three very important people today Jonnell, Peter and Junior and their positive energy totally made any mood I was in disappear. It’s nice to talk to people that understand you. Total positive aura and chi recharge all is well.
(*side note: what the hell ever happened to Geimer—I would call him but I have so many different cell phone numbers and crap I don’t know which none to call.)
I Like giving…I really do. You see today( a day late) I gave Jonnell her birthday present. It makes me happy. You see here’s how it went. I had to go to Savannah to get it that’s why it was late (It being the My Ruin CD A Prayer under Pressure and violent Anguish I wanted to get her Speak and Destroy because all her fav songs are on there but they didn’t have it). So then I took it home and I took the CD and from the cover and stuff made a wrapping paper (not like literally from the cover like I copied the colors and fonts and stuff. Then by accident it came out cool and the name of the CD was in the center of the CD diagonally you’d have to see it to understand but it was a nice effect. I went a found her a rose (sorry Lum to steal your image flower but firstly my image flower is a little harder to find and I know who I’m giving my first image flower to HAHAHA……sorry) and then walked over to her house and presented it to her. Poor thing was about to sleep when I called to announce myself I felt bad I had waken her.
From there she provided me with a gift. We just stood outside her house and talked. I love talking to Jonnell. She really is a sharp one and I wish I could do it more. Our conversations are a special treat for me. So we spent an hour or so there discussing the problems with society, the problem with people in general, and of course the root and strategies to over come these problems. (normal teen stuff right?)
Something Junior said and talking to Jonnell reminded me of a thing that crossed my path and I couldn’t help but post it now. I won’t tell you the writer is it might make you biased if you’ve read their stuff before or if you’ve heard of them. So you can read it as a poem but when I read it I always read it and have like rap music in my head lol like big bass it’s funny. Well yes this is one of those…rat bastard hate poems…and now that I think about it all the people that read this site have a male they hate so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Well here we go.
Anti-Euphoria
Intro:This is a message to all you people who smiled in our faces and then stabbed us in the back, who lead on, who made us believe your lies. To all of you that ever spoke our names in vain—now it is time for the vengeance.
People warned me and told me to stay away from him; they said his words are like roses beautiful but within there lays thorns waiting to prick and let the pain begin. The wounds won’t heal anytime soon I cling to this flower wilted so far past bloom but still I hold and derive masochist pleasure. Sadist that you are your venom creeps in.
You infected me with your disease, and I was to blind to see, the lie that was in my sight, my body and mind to weak to fight. Clashing minds with a hypocrite, my heart has been severed; no longer knows truth, this bullshit that surrounds me cause of you.
Thief in the night you jumped in through the window and pounced on my sleeping form. Taking what you thought was yours. I scream I cry out but still you continue the mental ravaging, this rape of my soul, the physical virginity remains but the innocence is lost.
Left here in my cripple state, a whore created. Scavenging for release…trying to repent my sins…still infected with your disease. You’re the bastard who controls my dreams, nightmares is a better word, you’re the bastard that controls my dreams…a mind boggling sexist fiend.
The memories of you still stain my mind, I remember once upon a time, whenever you held my hand you cared, whenever you held me it meant that you would be there. I remember the taste of your lips, so sweet, a blissful kiss, now I scrub my lips because you taste like shit.
You the one I trusted he that I adored, lied for you, cried for you, would lay down my life for you. You took my fragile heart and ripped it in two, played with my mind—made me the fool. You told me you loved me time and again but I know you spoke those words in vain and then it came to an end.
And that my friends is Anti-Euphoria this little ditty actually has an edited out verse just because well the writer didn’t know where to put it. It’s a hard one to find out there on the web. Please be sure to hit the comment box on the prison block to let me know your opinion take a guess at who the artist is and whether you think it is good or bad I’m always curious about the opinion of others as you know. If you know who it is don’t kill the game all right just let the others struggle I might say if you guys give me enough feed back.
Such a good mood…literally I am hehe it’s weird…hey! Jun should be going to bed soon let me go baby sit him from the evil…Kinda religious psycho.
Night!
Kim
Song of Choice: "Imaginary" by Evanescence
Topic:Things
Days That Have Passed Since I sent Eric's Letter: 13 Weeks and 0 days
Hey how is everyone? I’m doing well I talked to three very important people today Jonnell, Peter and Junior and their positive energy totally made any mood I was in disappear. It’s nice to talk to people that understand you. Total positive aura and chi recharge all is well.
(*side note: what the hell ever happened to Geimer—I would call him but I have so many different cell phone numbers and crap I don’t know which none to call.)
I Like giving…I really do. You see today( a day late) I gave Jonnell her birthday present. It makes me happy. You see here’s how it went. I had to go to Savannah to get it that’s why it was late (It being the My Ruin CD A Prayer under Pressure and violent Anguish I wanted to get her Speak and Destroy because all her fav songs are on there but they didn’t have it). So then I took it home and I took the CD and from the cover and stuff made a wrapping paper (not like literally from the cover like I copied the colors and fonts and stuff. Then by accident it came out cool and the name of the CD was in the center of the CD diagonally you’d have to see it to understand but it was a nice effect. I went a found her a rose (sorry Lum to steal your image flower but firstly my image flower is a little harder to find and I know who I’m giving my first image flower to HAHAHA……sorry) and then walked over to her house and presented it to her. Poor thing was about to sleep when I called to announce myself I felt bad I had waken her.
From there she provided me with a gift. We just stood outside her house and talked. I love talking to Jonnell. She really is a sharp one and I wish I could do it more. Our conversations are a special treat for me. So we spent an hour or so there discussing the problems with society, the problem with people in general, and of course the root and strategies to over come these problems. (normal teen stuff right?)
Something Junior said and talking to Jonnell reminded me of a thing that crossed my path and I couldn’t help but post it now. I won’t tell you the writer is it might make you biased if you’ve read their stuff before or if you’ve heard of them. So you can read it as a poem but when I read it I always read it and have like rap music in my head lol like big bass it’s funny. Well yes this is one of those…rat bastard hate poems…and now that I think about it all the people that read this site have a male they hate so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Well here we go.
Intro:This is a message to all you people who smiled in our faces and then stabbed us in the back, who lead on, who made us believe your lies. To all of you that ever spoke our names in vain—now it is time for the vengeance.
People warned me and told me to stay away from him; they said his words are like roses beautiful but within there lays thorns waiting to prick and let the pain begin. The wounds won’t heal anytime soon I cling to this flower wilted so far past bloom but still I hold and derive masochist pleasure. Sadist that you are your venom creeps in.
You infected me with your disease, and I was to blind to see, the lie that was in my sight, my body and mind to weak to fight. Clashing minds with a hypocrite, my heart has been severed; no longer knows truth, this bullshit that surrounds me cause of you.
Thief in the night you jumped in through the window and pounced on my sleeping form. Taking what you thought was yours. I scream I cry out but still you continue the mental ravaging, this rape of my soul, the physical virginity remains but the innocence is lost.
Left here in my cripple state, a whore created. Scavenging for release…trying to repent my sins…still infected with your disease. You’re the bastard who controls my dreams, nightmares is a better word, you’re the bastard that controls my dreams…a mind boggling sexist fiend.
The memories of you still stain my mind, I remember once upon a time, whenever you held my hand you cared, whenever you held me it meant that you would be there. I remember the taste of your lips, so sweet, a blissful kiss, now I scrub my lips because you taste like shit.
You the one I trusted he that I adored, lied for you, cried for you, would lay down my life for you. You took my fragile heart and ripped it in two, played with my mind—made me the fool. You told me you loved me time and again but I know you spoke those words in vain and then it came to an end.
And that my friends is Anti-Euphoria this little ditty actually has an edited out verse just because well the writer didn’t know where to put it. It’s a hard one to find out there on the web. Please be sure to hit the comment box on the prison block to let me know your opinion take a guess at who the artist is and whether you think it is good or bad I’m always curious about the opinion of others as you know. If you know who it is don’t kill the game all right just let the others struggle I might say if you guys give me enough feed back.
Such a good mood…literally I am hehe it’s weird…hey! Jun should be going to bed soon let me go baby sit him from the evil…Kinda religious psycho.
Night!
Kim
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