We are diagonal lines
jagged, crooked, see-sawing
crisscrossing comb-teeth
curves and bends and hairpin turns
river bends and sharp corners
We are never straight.
To be straight is to be
whole, and
honest
Honesty. What a crazy concept!
"You mean like, not lying?"
"...Yes."
"...haha! Oh, you're making a joke!"
The world is tainted
and dark,
and poisoned
a bloodstain on white sheets
The air thick is with smog
and corruption
and impurity
Our souls were once chaste,
once wholesome--but now
they are grey, wispy, polluted--
like smog
dirty, thin, transparent
our eyes, our windows
are smudged and dulled and broken
and the
To lie awake another night
is just another useless fight
With sleep, the monsters come to me
to torture me incessantly
The Terrors haunt my fragile mind
and to the morbid faces bind
And so I fear the night each day
and to the mighty spirits pray
to free me from nocturnal Hell
and all my nightly terrors quell;
but as I fight the sleep in vain
my eyelids flutter close again...
Today I realized that I cry too easily
over sad movies and stories
over a grasshopper
squished by a car
over the stress of school
and my own teenage angst
and especially
over human atrocity.
the terrible stories
the shocking ones
the ones that make your mouth go dry
the ones that send goosebumps racing up your back
the ones that suck the breath from your lungs and make you wonder at the world
and think--the phrase I hear over a
We are diagonal lines
jagged, crooked, see-sawing
crisscrossing comb-teeth
curves and bends and hairpin turns
river bends and sharp corners
We are never straight.
To be straight is to be
whole, and
honest
Honesty. What a crazy concept!
"You mean like, not lying?"
"...Yes."
"...haha! Oh, you're making a joke!"
The world is tainted
and dark,
and poisoned
a bloodstain on white sheets
The air thick is with smog
and corruption
and impurity
Our souls were once chaste,
once wholesome--but now
they are grey, wispy, polluted--
like smog
dirty, thin, transparent
our eyes, our windows
are smudged and dulled and broken
and the
To lie awake another night
is just another useless fight
With sleep, the monsters come to me
to torture me incessantly
The Terrors haunt my fragile mind
and to the morbid faces bind
And so I fear the night each day
and to the mighty spirits pray
to free me from nocturnal Hell
and all my nightly terrors quell;
but as I fight the sleep in vain
my eyelids flutter close again...
Today I realized that I cry too easily
over sad movies and stories
over a grasshopper
squished by a car
over the stress of school
and my own teenage angst
and especially
over human atrocity.
the terrible stories
the shocking ones
the ones that make your mouth go dry
the ones that send goosebumps racing up your back
the ones that suck the breath from your lungs and make you wonder at the world
and think--the phrase I hear over a
Favourite genre of music: Rock/alternative/jrock MP3 player of choice: iPod video Favourite cartoon character: Rukia Personal Quote: Stop wasting your time pondering the meaning of life. Just live and love, be happy.
sometimes I wonder why we bother.
with everything, I mean. Why wake up in the morning at 5 or 6 and drag your half-dead self to school each morning and sit through 7 hours of classes? Why put up with the stress? Why pull an all-nighter to finish that calc project you procrastinated because you had no idea how long it would take? Why bother aiming for A's and studying for tests and trying to get into a great college? Why are we working our butts off? Why?
Sometimes that stress is like a wave, a wave that overwhelms you and swallows you up until you feel cold and numb and you cannot breathe. You feel trapped.
So next time you feel like that,
So I was thinking.
People are stupid. People are wonderful. People are complex.
But mostly stupid.
One day a friend may be your closest friend in the world--you can tell them anything without hesitation and share your deepest thoughts with them, and talk about nonsensical nothings and still have a blast. You can make inside jokes that are absolutely ridiculous and have mini adventures that aren't even that exciting but seem like it at the time.
And then you wonder if there's more to her than the bubbly, outgoing, almost falsely cute facade. So you dig. And you notice the little things, like how she doesn't look you in the eye, and how she