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KiSSaDiLLa .
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Friday, July 06, 2007 / 10:03 PM

ok, did i know this was going to happen or something? just looking over my old poems on my old website. eerie shit. the linked one is almost exactly five years old too.

if i were retarded enough to seriously call one thing gay, this would be it. this is gay. i don't belong here. never did, never will. just putting up and believing everyone else's bullshit over and over and over again. everyone i know is full of empty promises and little hidden knives waiting to be pushed into my spine. and i believe they aren't, every single time. i'll be plugging my ears and humming for now on. singing actually. at sacajawea of course. here comes the water, it comes to wash away the sins of you and i this time. velvet revolver. slash is one of my heroes.

people are too needy. accept me as i am, not as i am not. i will not succumb to anyone's pointless needs by pretending i am not what i am. i am me, i am not him or her, i am not you. i am me. hate me for it, fuckers. fuck your normalcy standards. and if you happen to find my bracelet in the waters of sacajawea, you receive two dollars. two gay dollars.

Tell your friends not to think out loud, until they swallow.
Whisper things into my brain, your voice sounds so hollow.
I am not a leader of men, since I prefer to follow.
Do you think I could have a drink, since it's so hard to swallow.
Yeah, so hard to swallow.

Turn your television off and I will sing a song.
And if you suddenly have the urge, you can sing along.
I touch your hand, touch your face; I think the fruit is rotten.
Give me lessons on how to breathe, 'cause I think I've forgotten.
Yeah, think I've forgotten.

Ooh, one day out to a cliff that overlooks the water.
I jumped in to save a girl; it was somebody's daughter.
And now the ring that's on my hand was given to me by her.
And to this day, we all sit around and dream of ways to get higher.
Yeah, to get much higher.

Ooh, tell your friends not to think out loud, until they swallow.
Whisper things into my brain, your voice sounds so hollow, yeah.
I am not a leader of men ,since I prefer to follow.
Do you think I could have a drink, since it's so hard to swallow.
Yeah, so hard to swallow.

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