I know it's been a while since I've updated this and all, teheh, but yeah, I'm back with some stuff.  This was supposed to be an art thing, which meant all of the following: poetry, photography, and art.  Well, I won't be able to get some art back for a while and can't get my scanner working so deal with my silly doodles if you will.  ALright, so I ( Read more... )

Some old writing, one new, someold stuff lying around.  You know the deal.

(The latest one) ~Useless

“C’mon there has to be more than this, more than I’m expecting,

All we’ll ever share is what I’ll miss, and now I’m just suspecting,

Maybe I’m blind,

Sealed into my…

Own righteous suicide,

Why do I..?..not care anymore…

My world is tearing me ( Read more... )

So much for the tangible moments in life that seem prevailing to us all, society corrupts, we all fall

So much for the freedom we took in vain, once was free, but stolen away.

So much for the pure blue skies gone grey, watching as the sky cries tears of pain.

So much for the will to stay, keeping such a straight face, hoping for it all to go away ( Read more... )

Heh, I finally decided to put in my poetry today! Yay...tired and sick though so blahness and all that spunky jazz. Hope whoever reads this enjoys and comments-would really love suggestions if its read.   Although some are either incomplete (i/c) or just short summaries of crap.  ^_^

"Makeup That Goes Down"

"She's all glammed up in pink and black ( Read more... )

I know I love the season autumn a little more than people believe...

"Leave a footprint in the dirt, leading me by, step-by-step. Let me follow behind you so i don't get lost, just like old times. Maybe this time I'll follow through and won't get mislead, and smile so proud of doing so, but bite my lip anxious to relive those memories again.

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*yawnage* Long weekend, computer crashed again but my files were recovered. And for other new, I finally got my pictures developed and the "Question Project" is in construction. Tell you the truth, today started "Project Reconstruction" with everything. So that's all I have to say for this journal-oo. Expect more, strain a little. Thank you ( Read more... )

Okay, looking through my notebook (Chasing Fear with a Broken Heart) (yes I do title my writing notebooks) I noticed the poems I've written in the past classes I barely paid attention in, I basically think its from last week, that part of the week I forgot. So here we go.

"It seems like its all just a problem doesn't it Mikki?  A dear old friend ( Read more... )

"Its a lie, a kiss with open eyes, and he's not breathing back-anything but bother me, it takes my pain away; nevermind, these are hurried times-oh oh oh, I can't let it bother me"-Jimmy Eat World

And so the story goes....

Remember that story I worked on a while ago?  Urgh..probably not..well, its under the title, "And Then There Was A Story" and " ( Read more... )

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"Hair is a mess and still darling, silk strands of hazelnut laid in front of emotionless eyes painted in a shade of dark chocolate. Firm lips blossomed in blsuhing tender roses glim of pink, a kiss hidden behind efforts to find...something, anything. Tears laid in the corner of his eyes, a weeping of what scares, he runs and hides. But his eyebrows ( Read more... )