so. it turns out it was one day, one month and one year ago that i started this shizzle. sorry blogkins, i forgot.
meanwhile... heres some lyrics, poems, things i love. high five to anyone who knows the songs and poems they're from.
Raise your glass
We have incorporated
Place your bets
We're all so sick of waiting
Queen takes jack
You got me this time but I'll get you back
So pick a number
To all the ones who tried the most
Was I supposed to cheer your efforts
Sorry that I chose so poorly
Golly gee am I the poster girl
She's the kind of girl who looks for love in all the lonely places
The kind who comes to poker pockets stuffed with kings and aces
She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining
Just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling
Lift your hats
Off to the checkout girls with tattooed backs
They'd make an angels skin crawl
If you ask them for assistance
There's an even chance
You'll get a number
To all the girls at pearl the surly boys who get to masticate them
I've a prize for each and every one of you so just be patient
To all the ones that hated me the most a toast
You really had me
Going for a second I was nervous
Boy am I the poster girl
She's the kind of girl who gets her slings and arrows from the dumpster
The kind who tell you she's bipolar just to make you trust her
She's the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser
Just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her
To all the ones who thought they knew me best a test to prove your prowess
Who was mine in Ninety-nine I want last names and current status
To all the ones who hated me the most a toast you really had me going for second
I was nervous boy am I the poster girl
For some suburban sickness
Better keep a healthy distance
Now its up to you know what to do
It's pretty dirty business
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me
You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I feel the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last belly bean
You would somersault in sand with me
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me
You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round
..If you're needing
Something I can give
I know I'll help you if I can
If you're honest
And you say that you did
You know that I will give you my hand
Or a sad song
In a lonely place
I'll try to put a word in for you
Need a shoulder?
Well, if that's the case
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do..
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Men kill women in bedrooms, usually
by hand, or gun. Women kill men,
less often, in kitchens, with knifes.
Don't be alarmed, there is such understanding
to be sucked from all such hard
and bony facts, or at least a sense
of symmetry. Drowned men-an
instance- float face down, women up.
But women, ignited, burn more fiercely.
The death camp pyres were therefore,
sensibly, women and children first,
an oily kind of kindling. The men
were stacked in rows on top. Yes,
there is always logic in this world.
And neatness. And comfort
of fact. Did I mention that suicides
outnumber homicides? The figures
are reliable. So stay awhile yet
with me: the person to avoid, alone,
is mostly you yourself.
A thousand years, you said,
as our hearts melted.
I look at the hand you held,
and the ache is hard to bear.
...what would you think of me now?
so lucky
so strong
so proud
never said thank you for that
now i'll never have a chance..
If I should die this very moment
I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Wanna love you until the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
All this time I've loved you
And never known your face
All this time I've missed you
And searched this human race
Here is true peace
Here my heart knows calm
Safe in your soul
Bathed in your sighs
Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
'Til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
All I've known
All I've done
All I've felt was leading to this
All I've known
All I've done
All I've felt was leading to this
Wanna stay right here
'Til the end of time 'till the earth stops turning
I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
Wanna stay right here
'Til the end of time 'till the earth stops turning
I'm gonna love you till the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
things that make me sad/annoyed at the moment?
i miss people.
i'm so indecicive about uni
that i was caught off guard and couldn't stop myself feeling the way i did yesterday.
that i take so long to get over things
that i'm not quite mature enough to really live yet.
that i let other people make me feel unimportant
that i dont get to see my grandparents and the rest of my extended family every week anymore
that people, including me, forget how lucky they are
that other people demand what they dont deserve.....and are wankers.
things that i'm glad of....
that chris is out of hospital!!!
that many of my friends are finding comfort, in general, in their lives (love, study, work etc)
that the line "because of you i'm running out of reasons to cry" makes sense to me now.
that i'm going to goolwa tomorrow with some of the people i know best in the world
the time i spend with nikkita
the time i spend with mich
the conversations i have with sharai
the conversations i have with wade
the conversations i have with alot of people. hugh, so-lou, jickle, both chris', catey, callen... more!
that shaun and so-lou are in love. (i dont know why.... i just love seeing it)
that certain songs bring back memories i'd completely forgotten
how sophie shows she cares
that my play is on soon and that it's all coming together fantasticly
holidays!!!
that i'm not at school anymore
that these last couple of years have brought some very awesome people into my life.
that i know i'm above some behaviour
that i'm still not above other, less damaging, behaviour
pina coladas!
fog and rain and winter.
that after writting these happy things i feel so much better then i did before and am ready for bed.
and also pat. much gladness there. and love
and sleep....now.
happy birthday mj-fatpants.
