50MCG

So, it's been a while. My grammar hasn't gotten any better, unfortunately. My mind, like always, have been clouded. Not with work. No, no, no. I feel very...peripatetic. But no where to go.

I feel like an alien. In my own skin, in the air I breathe, in the words I have yet to say. I feel like a lone traveler, not knowing where to go, or how to get there. The invisible deep thinker, never to reveal my true thoughts. Your actions are so loud they might have rendered me deaf.

Why does everything seem like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode? Workers, with their anxious hands and nervous hearts, cautiously approach the bomb, savoring each step. The air is thick with silence and fog as the duck approaches the horizon and the birds and squirrels come out of their burrow. Still, the world is still. The rays of sun lick the faces of the early birds and late bloomers. With a loud sonic boom....the world ended. At 7:18am on November the 7th, the world has stopped the hurting.

"Fast Times At Cooper City High"

My shirts are too tight, I'm showing signs of early aging, and rolling back-packs are considered a no-no. Smells like high school alright.

Once more, i find myself at a loss for words. For actions. Once i step outside my door, i am at the mercy of those who are still unknown. The earth tilts, and i can't feel it. People are talking, but i can't hear it. I am moving, but i have no clue where i'm going.Even a million miles away, you can break my heart.

Was It A Dream?

Some hide the evidence under their shirt, some where it in their pockets, and some in their purse.
But I can't hide it. It's everywhere and everything. All the aspects of my life show it and it makes me sick. I have no shirt big enough, or pockets deep enough, or a purse big enough. So whisk me away you whimsical wind. Because no long can i stay. oh no. So good night and so long.

Black magic.

She made a move, she mismatched, she had nightmares.
He was shy, he was afraid of sunlight, he had dreams.
They laughed, they cried, they threw fits.
We hugged, we jumped, we made memories.
You smiled, you slapped five, you were happy....

until you stopped seeing and started yelling.

!@#$

Quiet nights aren't really that quiet anymore. Not since my light bulb burned out. So goodbye old quiet night. Goodbye free-form thinking. Goodbye secure feeling. Goodbye everything that had pushed me down and broke me into pieces. And hello to a new beginning of noise and nonsensical thinking.

Rubberband Effect

So little to say, so much time. You hide behind something that controls everything you do. When you sleep, when you call, when you love. But can you brake away from maybe two seconds and face me...true to heart. True to you. True to me.

Out-played.

People kinda remind me of strumming a guitar. Each string has it's own beautiful sound. Each contributes something different that ultimately ends up being a part of something bigger than they could even imagine. But played incorrectly, then the whole piece falls apart. And when the strings brake, then all hell breaks loose.

Panda-Monium

I find myself sometimes aimlessly listening to great music without really hearing it. That scares me. Do I, do we, really listen, but not really hear. It's something that's can't be helped, can't be cured with a shot or a lollipop. My thoughts and inhibitions get lost in something else. Something far more deep and concerning. Please save me from thinking something. Thinking that once something has changed, it doesn't, can't, feel or remain the same. No matter what shape or form it takes.

You know, I've gotten to thinking. "That is never a good sign", they say. Lights always tend to burn out when you need them the most. So they leave you in the dark. So you end up tripping over some dirty laundry and hurting something important. See you in your dreams.



Rock N' Roll,
Ariel

Emergency!

You never really know someone. They have many chambers and doors that yet to be opened and unlocked for the first time. It's hard to look at someone like you know them, and realize that you are but a stranger to them. To everyone. To yourself. I once heard that true friends will stab you in the front. Why even use the energy?


Peace, Love, and chocolate,
Ariel

P.S- Remember to practice what you preach my dear children. Karma is an ugly beast.

You know, I've been thinking lately.
People aren't so bad. At least, not all of them.
Everyone has there ups and downs. Lefts and rights.
But I'm beginning to notice more intense ways.
One's that can't be identified and labeled.
I find it very lovely and beautiful.

So beautiful I tend to stare.

Burn the Bush

I say, take the city by storm. A little lightning here and a little thunder there should help people come out from whatever rock they have been hiding under for the past 14 years! A little sun couldn't hurt, you know?

I'm Pretty Mad

I'm Angry!

Blooding Boiling,
Heart Pumping,
Walling Smashing,
Hair pulling,
head exploding,
blood red,
MAD!