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Her clothes are tattered
Her dreams are shattered
as the drunkard beckons her call
She keeps on striving
as she knows she's diving
into the last of her fall

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Hmm, I decided to not watch the rest of the academy's I have school tomorrow and I gotta get up early to do the homework that I didn't do over the weekend, I know, I procrastinate waaay too much, oh well. odd, my head has been hurting me lately, I'll have to get it checked out tomorrow,

I have to see, 21 grams, House of Sand and Fog, Monster, Triplets of Belleville, and some more movies with Carson. A) I'm missing out on good movies B) I'm missing out on good "making out" time C) I miss both of them.

I gotta clean up this room...someday, plus I wanna clean it out, just a little bit, just some kinda rearranging, of course, I also have to do homework, what was I doing again this weekend? Oh yea, saying how bored I was, boy what a dolt I was, I'm going to get some rest soon, but first I think I'm going to check out this head, man, it's killing me...

Art shows

I went to the Radisson Hotel today to see an art show of a dear friend of the family, a man by the name of "David Bellucci" he was a nice guy, he's dead now, but I always liked him, after schmoozing with artsy fartsy types I went to "Collectors" to have some caramel coffee which was good, I'm a bit tired now, I might get some rest. I'm off, goodnite!

Fly Away

It makes sense that it should happen this way
That the sky should break
And the earth should shake
As if to say:
Sure it all matters but in such an unimportant
way
As if to say, hey

Fly away
Sweet bird of prey
Fly, fly away
Nothing can stand in your way
Sweet bird
If you knew the words
I know that you'd say fly
Fly away

It makes sense that it should hurt in this way
That my heart should break
And my hands should shake
As if to say:
Sure it don't matter except in the most important
way
As if to say:
Hey, fly away
Sweet bird of prey
Fly, fly away
I won't stand in your way
Sweet bird
If you knew the words I know that you'd say
Fly, fly away

It makes sense that it should feel this way
That you slowly fade
And yet still remain
As if to say:
Everything matters in such an invisible way
As if to say:
It's ok
Fly Away

Yes, I have been listening to angsty music, it's Poe, so sue me.

Okay, goodnite, for now..

A Bluebird's Song

~Waking up to silence lately has been getting to me, these grey skies and foggy nights create more shadows than needed, and my imagination creeps into the crevices of horror.~

Haha, that's my shitty poetry for the day. Lessee, now, my life, my life, my father is choosing favorites over my siblings, he feels sorry for my little sister, so now he's trying to promote her. Every conversation, he tries to enter her into it, "You know, Tory, Miranda is smart!" "Um..that's great, what does that have to do with buying a new CD?" I am getting mad that he's doing this, he can't even talk to me anymore, all he thinks about is her, her, her, her *Marsha Marsha Marsha, that's all you talk about* I knew that sounded familiar...anywho. I haven't been as weak lately as I used to be, I mean, all this week I wasn't eating and wasn't sleeping, and just felt tired and weak. Ms. Maxey truly hates me. She just wants me dead. I can tell, the way her eyes glare at me with anger. Oh and while I'm at it, I'm listening to this new Alicia Keyes CD, and its pretty good, I'm glad we got it. I also just remembered this old biker jacket I have in my room that I haven't worn since summer. I think I'll wear it tomorrow, just for the hell of it, but I'll probably forget. I won't talk about Carson yet. No, don't bring him in yet. For now, I'll talk about everything else..well, Goodnite!

Hmm...not too shabby, I think I might like this place..Well, first comment in my new online home, mostly because livejournal was earnestly gettin on my nerves, I'll be more angsty later, for now, woo and yay.