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Well, the Holidays are looming ever so closer.
I just finished decorating today. And I just realized, I have about 293 million santa clauses. I mean, victorian, comedy, glass, recycled metal, paper, old cowbell. You name it, we've got it. And our tree. Well, to say the least, it makes me cry.
That tree is the most pitiful thing I've ever seen, I mean, I want to throw change at it! It's like five feet tall, and can't hold up most of my ornaments. And to think, we threw out our old tree. s**t, it was only about [lol] 15 years old!
Anyways. This multitasking is absolutely killing me, it sucks! I mean, drawing someone on paint, and rping. While chatting with someone. While trying to play a video game! It's terrible! :Gonk:
I'm still not excited about Christmas. Maybe because it's not warm enough? Maybe because I know that there is only three presents under that tree for me? Maybe it's because in my gut, yes, guts, I know that my dad won't be there for Christmas...again. Sure, he promised. Sure, he asked what time. But, in the end, do we ever know if he's going to show up? He promises, and he's the only one in my family that keeps their promises. So, I still ask myself. What makes him the evil, sarcastic, monotone genious everyone thinks he is? My dad is a nice guy, and I don't know why it's only me and his girlfriend whom think so.
I just hate people.
I wrote a poem.
You lack Expectation.
Solitude, your dearest friend.
Your full of Accusation.
A pain you cannot mend.
All but Admiration.
The explanation you fail to send.
What happened to you? Your Smile gone.
The light taken with the fading dawn.
"No." You say, "I am simply a pawn."
Tears are shed, and cries aren't muffled.
Dresses are found, black, and ruffled.
We gather to stare at your unmoving face.
And whisper about things we cannot erase.
Now that your gone, and the tears have been shed.
You now lay to rest, in your new, final bed.
As usual, it's ryming. And of course, it's got a pretty easy to see story.
If you don't get it, it's going through someone's lifetime. Actually, it's going rather out of order of someone's lifetime. You see, "Solitude, your dearest friend." is proving that the subject is a loner. "All but admiration." They obviously don't care about anyone but themselves. So, their greedy, too. "What happened to you? Your smile gone" So, the speaker hasn't talked to the person in question in a while. For they are now discussing childhood memories. "The light taken with the fading dawn." You seem to grow grimmer as you age. "Tears are shed, and cries aren't muffled." Obviously, there is great greifing for the person that hated life. "We come to stare at your unmoving face." Dead...Dead, dead, dead. "Now that your gone, and the tears have been shed." Everyone forgets about death after some amount of time.
Read this and tell me what you think:
The blood splashed against my skull, it ran through my veins at quickening speeds. I could hear my heart beat rythmically, calmly, unafraid. The sound of my own pulse was a bit too cheeky for my own taste, but how to get rid of it, I didn't know.
When I saw him I could feel a flame jump in my eyes. I walked over, my back straight and my hands in fists in my pockets. I cackled once, remarking something cruel.
Now I am before you, my head bloody, pain ratiated from my body. But, I get the last laugh, for the jokes on him.
I no longer have that pounding heartbeat-headache, as I sit here spending my last few moments laying on the bloody ground laughing.
 X x __ compos M E N T i S · Sat Dec 23, 2006 @ 07:22am · 0 Comments |
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