it was usually through angst, but also through the general perceptions of a pre-depressed mind.
looking back, some things aren't so bad. most of them are. but i'm sharing them anyways, because i've had a hell of a time trying to write without my sadness, and this will maybe remind me that it is possible to create things when you're not miserable.
(i should mention that this little foray into my history wouldn't be possible without bluekaffee. hat tip for that.)
i'm starting with the newest things (high school cool) because they are less embarrassing. or maybe more embarrassing because they are more recent and i can't hide behind the general guise of the absolute hideousness of junior high. nothing recent, because that's just scary.
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|Submitted: Mar 20, 2006 08:17:20 PM by kiss kiss bang bang|
and we can smile but we just can't balance on the thin lines that divide us. you say you love me, but you could love my shadow and never know the difference. those are the difficulties that come
because your heart is filled with glass.
and lead dreams
no more wishing.
i can hear strangers talking.
i'll drive away someday
when it rains so hard
that we can't see each others faces
and i won't know you're crying.
take that look off your face.
you dress her in the finest silks
but kiss her with the saddest love
and love her with a fond frustration.
and if you’re going to cry at the table
take your suitcase to another hallway
but don’t blur your vision such that
you can’t see that
we were crying too.
you’re so rehearsed
and in every photo
you’re over exposed.
but don't let it break your heart.
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|Submitted: Dec 05, 2004 04:07:20 PM by kiss kiss bang bang|
Tea cups and saucers are shaking across the table, but you don't take notice. You don't take notice that fragility is broken. You'd rather sit and read your paper drinking coffee from a mug and a side of platonic nothing to ensure that nothing goes wrong in your salacious attempts of sensualism. Lewd libido is not in my heart right now.
The books are falling from the bookshelf, and you're picking your favourites up.
Turbulence is on this plane to futility. It's a problematic clock and only I can hear the ticking. It's offbeat but it's something. It's something that's telling me that the feeling of my world at peace is a long ways away.
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|Submitted: Mar 02, 2005 08:53:03 PM by kiss kiss bang bang|
She loves herself but it's unrequited, and that's whats making everything double times the intangible. She can deny herself nothing tonight, and that's exactly what's bothering her. It has been awhile since things have gone wrong, but some battery keeps the antiquity rolling. Somewhere in the stratosphere someone said fault and she took it with her.
it'll never be the same, unless the times keep eroding the core.