Monday, May 25, 2009

Virginia was so beautiful
With her mane of long read hair
Her blue eyes looking up above
Her voice bouncing through the air
The summer sun entangled
Cascading down on you and her
Who could have predicted
What was to occur?

It was a summer of true love
It was a summer of pain,
It was a summer of sunshine,
It was a summer of rain.
It was a summer that we'll never forget
No matter how hard we try.
It was a summer I'll cherish
Until the day I die

Virginia was so courteous
To all the people that she met
The way she smiled at everyone
Oh, I never will forget
The way that she was colour-blind
And an amazing friend
The way that she, so tragically,
Met an early end.

It was a summer of true love
It was a summer of pain,
It was a summer of sunshine,
It was a summer of rain.
It was a summer that we'll never forget
No matter how hard we try.
It was a summer I'll cherish
Until the day I die

And in the endless summer
In which she now resides
Yes, in this endless summer
Made by you and her and I
And maybe in this paradise,
We'll stay together for eternity

And in this endless rainstorm
In our black funeral clothes
The storm is passing over
As an easterly wind blows
And maybe when I sob next to you,
Virginia will look down and see

It was a summer of true love
It was a summer of pain,
It was a summer of sunshine,
It was a summer of rain.
It was a summer that we'll never forget
No matter how hard we try.
It was a summer I'll cherish
Until the day I die

No, we will never forget her
She'll always be ours
As the summer lilies,
And the golden stars
Bloom over her last bed
I know she'll meet us soon
But for now we're stuck here
Just crying in your room

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Cellophane Flowers

Today, I found out that my husband Ryan is the father of my (Presumably) half-sister, Rachel. Our shared mother, Jenny, is asian, whilst we are both Italian. Jenny's new boyfriend Travis is sneaking around with Ryan in front of my back.


I love my neighborhood.

Monday, April 6, 2009

I'm scared that the people at my funeral
Will talk about me with opinions too strong
I'm not scared of their words being mean
I'm scared they'll talk about me wrong

Because when I am gone
They'll say the nice things I did
Whether I do them or not
We're supposed to honor our dead
It's the way that we have been taught

But who says honoring is sugar coating?
I'd rather have people not lie
Because it's people bending truths to fit their own molds
That would give me a reason to die

So tell stories of my wickedness
Of my hatred and my spite
As the way I see it, talk nicely
And I'll be burning in Hell despite.

I'm not scared of dying.
I'm scared of not living enough.

It's Been a While

So, just an update. I've decided to use this for poetry purposes only, for my friends to see. If you see it here, it can count as possession evidence in front of most courts.

JustSoYouKnow!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Too Scene For Television

In this passive state/Where all my fears will congregate/I can't see and I can't feel/What am I supposed to do?

In this little box/Secured with promises and locks/I can't see and I can't feel/Anything but you

Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame

Crawling down/To the outskirts of town/And no questions are asked/You're just avoided/Like the plague/Falling down/The rains beating on the ground/Like the talk of the town/But no one can hear a sound

Suffocating in this lightless abyss/Recreating, such unsureness/It's darkness blurred in the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same/It's a legacy of ill fame

But then/The clouds all part/I'm safe and sound/Feet on the ground/I look around/Anf what do I see?

Nothing but me/Without you/Nothing but me/Without you/ Nothing but me/ Without

Suffocating in this/ Lightless abyss/ Recreating such/Emptiness/It's the darkness blurred/Against the twilight of the flame/I will never feel the same

It's my legacy of ill fame.


Wow, there's a post that lived up to it's name. The really sad thing is that this drama was caused by something reasonably common.
I was just lying there, half asleep, in my cousins bed, because our power was out and my uncle said we could stay at his house while he and my aunt and cousins were away. Anyways, my mom comes in and she sees the light that I have something on my head. Lice.
So, we get the heck out there, making sure anything I had my head on is quarantined. Afterwords, we go home and end up going to the store to get some lice shampoo or whatever, as we come back we saw these two trucks from the township and we were thinking, Oh, great, we will be able to have light tonight! Alas, the sad truth was, the water maine had broken. So hear we are, unsure if we would even be able to take showers, we found we couldn't do the shampoo because you need to rinse it out after ten minutes, or else it will sting like heck.
When they finally left, it was too dark to do it, so, we tried the old mayo treatment. Apparently you mix a little of it in your hair, let it sit for an hour or so, and then rinse it out. The rinsing out was where I got the idea for the above song. I am standing in the shower, not able to see because of the steam, the fact that I am not wearing my glasses, and because the room's only light comes from candles. Plus, the drain has been plugged (long story) so the water is rising. And there I am, blind, feeling like bugs are crawling on my hair*, full of fear that one of the candles will knock over and set the room on fire, ect. And I was coughing up so much that if my fits and vision weren't impaired enough already, I was now fit for an asylum. So anyways, that is my sad tale. We finally got back our power, I am going to have my hair treated properly, and life will be a little less melodramatic.

*Okay, there's this one lifetime movie about not doing LSD, and in it there's this girl who does it, and she freaks out and thinks there are cockroaches crawling all over her, and so she goes into a closet and claws off her own skin. I felt a lot like that girl.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Just a Little Something From Wikipedia...

Ye Ladies of Drury, now weep
Your voices in howling now raise
For Old Mother Neeham's laid deep
And bitter will be all your Days.
She who drest you in Sattins so fine
Who trained you up for the Game
Who Bail, on occasion would find
And keep you from Dolly and Shame
Now is laid in her Grave

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Killer of the Week Club

Today's Fine Specimen of Insanity-

Richard Trenton Chase, born May 23, 1950 was an American serial killer from Santa Clara County, California. He was often called "The Vampire of Sacramento" because he drank his victims blood and then ate their remains. He did this as part of a delusion that he needed to prevent Nazis from turning his blood into powder via poison they had planted beneath his soap dish. Chase had 6 known victims, and murdered and drank the blood of multiple animals. After he was arrested he died in prison, committing suicide via antidepressant over dose.
Chase suffered from many mental illnesses, including hypochondria, schizophrenia, paranoia, and the MacDonald Triad.