Year Kick-Off Rant.So it's about three in the afternoon in a cold little house in Beaver County. [Not that my house is usually cold; the furnace just decided to poop out on us in the middle of the night last night, leaving me to survive on hot tea and the 4 blankets on my bed.]Year Kick-Off Rant.
Easing my silly little teenage mind by passing time with senseless tasks is something I've always done well.
This time I've decided to pass the time with something a bit better. My senseless, premature views on things that don't really matter / really do matter.
It's more productive than calculator games in my easy Trig class. iPod
Faithless . FlawlessShe came up for air. Armed with no belief no feeling. only His word. She came up for air out from under the piles of off-white coats, dead children, dead smiles tearing through the inconsequence. hearing everything burn.Faithless . Flawless
She looked up. and put the gun to her pretty head of problems; the machine putting feeling into the corners of her mouth. "You can't hide from me." Giggled a bit. SHOT and killed God.
In MemoriamEffortlessly We all one day will walk Into non-existence.In Memoriam
And so I become nothing But a mere six letters' Scribbles of mixed, untitled thoughts Thrown onto tomorrow's cold parchment.
DissonanceA requiem for that same old dead love song plays on still through her wraithlike fingers. pale and dissonant like the ivory keys at their tips.Dissonance
And she wilts over her ivories as they sing his name for her. A tear licks her painted face.
And they'll crawl along, meter by meter as to tie down her delicate voice. just as she always vied for a place in his.
