Saturday, February 28, 2004
wonder what worries wayward wings,
when weary wanderers
weave webs wonderfully winding.
withering, wilting, wasting, waiting,
waltzing within worlds washed wayward,
whipping winds, welting wizards
wizards wandering, wondering,
weary with whipping wings, worlds Away.
when weary wanderers
weave webs wonderfully winding.
withering, wilting, wasting, waiting,
waltzing within worlds washed wayward,
whipping winds, welting wizards
wizards wandering, wondering,
weary with whipping wings, worlds Away.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
the time of the pure bloods has come. JOIN ACSS NOW if you are decided worthy of the sacred handshake!
Monday, February 16, 2004
awww...ashlee, i'm sooo glad you had a good time! i hope you all had a decent valentine's day...mine was good cuz i got to see my F-O-X!!!!! (that movie was on the other day, by the way!) wow...26 DAYS TIL SPRING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 08, 2004
(i wrote this originally for my blog, but thought for those of you that don't read mine, that you would...well i can't say enjoy it cuz it's kind of depressing...but still i'd like some feedback on how to improve my "poetic style"
ENTANGLEMENT OF LIFE
a girl cries in the room next door,
sad, alone, swimming in the floor.
the cause of her tears i do not know,
the misting of her eyes will dry into snow.
who is that girl in the room next to mine?
weeping for a life so deeply sublime,
i do not know what saddens her so,
and if i did would it help to know?
in the dark alone with painful sorrow
no hope is left but for a fateful tomorrow.
they could be tears of love or joy,
but the sounds of mourning fill the voi'
this girl who lives in the room next to mine,
has been a part of me entwined.
she hates me ,deplores me, curses me to dust
yet i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry for trust.
the girl in the dark, weeping for light,
crying for sadness of unknown respite.
she weeps for one, she weeps for all
i wish i could help her, but she is set to fall.
she thinks no one hears her, crying in there,
a cold dark place, too much a lair
i hear her, i hear her, weeping in the gloom,
do not fear, sweet girl, all is not doom.
ENTANGLEMENT OF LIFE
a girl cries in the room next door,
sad, alone, swimming in the floor.
the cause of her tears i do not know,
the misting of her eyes will dry into snow.
who is that girl in the room next to mine?
weeping for a life so deeply sublime,
i do not know what saddens her so,
and if i did would it help to know?
in the dark alone with painful sorrow
no hope is left but for a fateful tomorrow.
they could be tears of love or joy,
but the sounds of mourning fill the voi'
this girl who lives in the room next to mine,
has been a part of me entwined.
she hates me ,deplores me, curses me to dust
yet i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry for trust.
the girl in the dark, weeping for light,
crying for sadness of unknown respite.
she weeps for one, she weeps for all
i wish i could help her, but she is set to fall.
she thinks no one hears her, crying in there,
a cold dark place, too much a lair
i hear her, i hear her, weeping in the gloom,
do not fear, sweet girl, all is not doom.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
thanks so much, kiddos!!! i had a lot of fun last night with you all. sorry ashlee and sheila couldn't come to double dave's with us, but it's alright. we'll do it again sometime, i hope. y'all should get together and do some stuff without me (for once).
