After all, he's the one who makes me smile when I'm down, right?

Wait wait wait wait.
Whose face
Did I see in
My dream
Last night?

Moved by Fictional Strife

He is looking at her
With that vulnerable expression
And she is saying
"Stay away from me"
And it is like she is
Punching him in the face and
Cutting off his air supply--
That is, if he needed one.
And I am so
Caught up in it
That I even forget that
Something like
This
Is not
Real.

Out of Bloom

Stop, just
STOP.
You are
being
too overbearing.
I know you are
not
thinking clearly
But
Can you try to?
Both of
us
Need to get some sleep now.

My Contradictions

I do not feel like crying.
I feel like laughing and playing bright music
And singing along at the top of my lungs.
I think I may be slightly insane.
Because, you see, I'll never meet anyone like you again.
And yet it's fine if you never feel the same.
Just your mitigating friendship
Your proximity
Will suffice.
This is what will happen:
See,
I will move far away.
Alright, so it's not that far,
It's eight hours at the very most.
But I will go there because I have no choice
And miss the mountains anyhow
And you've said you'll come
But probably you won't often.
And maybe I won't come back often, either.
But it will be okay.
I'm just happy to have had the time
The obscure little jokes that you inexplicably understand
The moments where I was almost one of the guys
And thus stopped thinking about my girlness and trying to impress you
And everything will be quite okay.
I do not even feel like crying at all.
I am somehow smiling, thinking about how it will be.
And how it has been.
And I am crazy for it.
Let me sing loudly to my music and dream up how I will tell my new friends
The ones I make eight hours away from you
About how I know someone off someplace
Who will probably never love me
And how I am perfectly okay with it.
They will think I am a loon.
They will be right.
I'm pretty sure I love you.

Untitled

TJ says he'll take me to Angel's house.
I like Angel.

Power Metal Lends Power Indeed

When I hear the words
"Like the phoenix arise from the ashes of life"
I feel like
Uh, of course I can do it.
Silly.

Untitled

There's just no more poetry left in me.
I hate failing at everything and I hate being hated my my mom and I hate fighting with my sister and I hate who I am and how hard it is to change so I can become someone better.
And I just want to go to sleep until this weekend. And maybe then things will be okay once I leave this place, and I will have one of the most spectacular nights of my young life.
Maybe I'll get my poetry back.

I want to be back out in the rain.

Random Thought

Why do exceptional and unexceptionable mean the same thing?

Employee of the Month, I Swear.

Poor Mi-chan slaves away over an open flame at 42%.
I usually have an image of her working very hard in my mind.

Upstairs Power Surge; Subsequent Outage

I'm pretty sure I never
Ever
Want to hear anything
About this theory again
But maybe
I'll change my mind
Once I get some sleep.

Dry Spot

I have just hit one.
Please come back to me, my muse.

Reply to a Couple o' Days Ago: Got it!

Fixation!
That's it; that's the word I've been looking for.
Thank you so much, Allie.
I have an odd fixation with my hair.

Aye

I think I should probably tell you
That I have a
Hair complex
And there's another word I've been trying to remember
But can't
Like...
I have a weird ____ with my hair.
I can't for the life of me remember what goes in the blank.
But it's kind of like an unhealthy attachment
Almost like an obsession, but that's not quite it...
Anyway, I hate my hair and I love my hair
And I worry about it all the time
And I wouldn't have to if I didn't have this weird condition
But
That kid just had to say something years ago that
Sent my head spinning
About my hair color
And then my hair in general
And now I can't shake it
This ____ I have with my hair.

Kayla-Style Poem

Gonna try the Kayla thing
A poem on the spot
A poem on a whim.

Gonna take these fingers and
Reach for the right letters
To make up the right words.

Gonna bathe in bright white light
Reclining on the bed
Reclining next to Miles.

Taylor interrupts and says
He needs my help right now
But then says "never mind."

He has left my door open
One moment, if you please
I need to close it now.

Swedish electronica
Is playing on iTunes
"Ooa Hela Natten" plays.

I'm thinking about the things
I've thought about lately
That confuse me so much.

Soon I'll need to figure out
What comes after high school
And how I really feel.

But right now it seems just fine
To lie here and listen
As J-metal fades in.

Goodbye Swedish techno-pop
Time for another song
Where will this one lead me?