I was quiet as a mouse
when i snuck into your house
and took roofies with your spouse
in a nit and out a louse
and lice are lousy all the time
they suck your blood drink your wine
say shut up and quit your crying
give it time and you'll be fine
you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart
i like boys with strong convictions
and convicts with perfect diction
underdogs with good intentions
amputees with stamp collections
plywood skinboards ride the ocean
salty noses suntan lotion
always seriously joking
and rambunctiously soft-spoken
i like boys that like their mothers
and i have a thing for brothers
but they always wait til we're under the covers
to say i'm sure glad we're not lovers
you're so nice and you're so smart
you're such a good friend i hafta break your heart
tell you that i love you then i'll tear your world apart
just pretend i didn't tear your world apart
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
DAMN!!!! and other similar etc...
Damn.
Why is this happening?
Who have I morphed into???
I just...and then...instead of.OMG.
I am freaking out!
Its obvious I know.
But shit, how could I?
Jesus Christ!!!!
I am a drama queen.
You gotta problem with that?
But seriously
eeeverything happens to me.
Why is this happening?
Who have I morphed into???
I just...and then...instead of.OMG.
I am freaking out!
Its obvious I know.
But shit, how could I?
Jesus Christ!!!!
I am a drama queen.
You gotta problem with that?
But seriously
eeeverything happens to me.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The quintessential advantages of being me!
On the suraface, I am calm, placid, content, maybe even absolutely still...but on the inside I am running...on a long empty road, all my own, at the speed of thought or maybe more...and I've run past you a million times, in the time it takes us to smile at each other, say hello.
You think black is my favourite colour, with all its mystery, all its intrigue, all its potential to conceal...for I am, in your eyes, an embodiment of these very things.
...But, my favourite colour is actually yellow, the colour of a fresh summer breeze on a balmy day, the colour of instant lemonade.
You seek and find, immense strength in me, the ability to bear, to withstand, to face...insurmountably tragic circumstances.To you, I could face anything,unafraid and live to tell the tale.
...the truth is, I cannot close my eyes in complete darkness, or resist holding my breath before turning blind corners.
You think I am prose...controlled, sober, measured...I am in fact, free-verse, poetry running unbridled, too mercurial, too capricious to be contained by the pages of your book...
It rocks to be me.
You think black is my favourite colour, with all its mystery, all its intrigue, all its potential to conceal...for I am, in your eyes, an embodiment of these very things.
...But, my favourite colour is actually yellow, the colour of a fresh summer breeze on a balmy day, the colour of instant lemonade.
You seek and find, immense strength in me, the ability to bear, to withstand, to face...insurmountably tragic circumstances.To you, I could face anything,unafraid and live to tell the tale.
...the truth is, I cannot close my eyes in complete darkness, or resist holding my breath before turning blind corners.
You think I am prose...controlled, sober, measured...I am in fact, free-verse, poetry running unbridled, too mercurial, too capricious to be contained by the pages of your book...
It rocks to be me.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Absolute Escapist
...that would be me,yeah...can I go now??...You see this thing just blew up in my face, and...[dashes off down imaginary road, before you know what hit you].
But you see, this situation is exactly what I do, literally or metaphorically, and maybe mildly de-exaggeratedly. That all my random gyan hits me at ungodly hours might make my writing a little woozy, so swalpa adjust maadi. But, getting back to the point, I run because its quite simply the easiest thing to do, and I honestly hate confrontations from that abysmal bottom of my heart. I do. I hate them so much I almost develop a facial tick, it can get pretty pathetic really...in my head at least. And the thing is, when you have a caustic tongue, at least in your head, you have enough to deal with in your head as it is, without compounding things further by trying to stick around and clear things out...and oh by the way, my favourite things to run away from are misunderstandings, especially ones in which I come off in a bad light, those suck. I actually run from em coz at some level, I find em absolutely humiliating/tiresome/annoyin etc...slot in appropriate category...despite the fact that they are misunderstandings to begin with...see if its true, you justify and thats simple, but misunderstandings...they can be tricky. So I run. Did I mention I represented school at the district level, for runnin tat is, 3000 m. So I run pretty well, decent stamina. Not big on speed, but wat the hell.
And I've been on the run big-time lately :)... am actually gettin a lil out-of breath, because in life theres no easy one way track, I'm currently running on multiple tracks, in multiple races...and from numerous different 'situations'...for a million different reasons, I wont even admit some of them to myself...that would be 'being in denial', but tats for a different post.
No use asking me to stand my ground and face things, and giving me other fantastic advice, I give my self great advice, but do I follow it? Hell no!
...like I was saying, running in life aint as easy as track...wish it was plain ol track again, was so much simpler...
But you see, this situation is exactly what I do, literally or metaphorically, and maybe mildly de-exaggeratedly. That all my random gyan hits me at ungodly hours might make my writing a little woozy, so swalpa adjust maadi. But, getting back to the point, I run because its quite simply the easiest thing to do, and I honestly hate confrontations from that abysmal bottom of my heart. I do. I hate them so much I almost develop a facial tick, it can get pretty pathetic really...in my head at least. And the thing is, when you have a caustic tongue, at least in your head, you have enough to deal with in your head as it is, without compounding things further by trying to stick around and clear things out...and oh by the way, my favourite things to run away from are misunderstandings, especially ones in which I come off in a bad light, those suck. I actually run from em coz at some level, I find em absolutely humiliating/tiresome/annoyin etc...slot in appropriate category...despite the fact that they are misunderstandings to begin with...see if its true, you justify and thats simple, but misunderstandings...they can be tricky. So I run. Did I mention I represented school at the district level, for runnin tat is, 3000 m. So I run pretty well, decent stamina. Not big on speed, but wat the hell.
And I've been on the run big-time lately :)... am actually gettin a lil out-of breath, because in life theres no easy one way track, I'm currently running on multiple tracks, in multiple races...and from numerous different 'situations'...for a million different reasons, I wont even admit some of them to myself...that would be 'being in denial', but tats for a different post.
No use asking me to stand my ground and face things, and giving me other fantastic advice, I give my self great advice, but do I follow it? Hell no!
...like I was saying, running in life aint as easy as track...wish it was plain ol track again, was so much simpler...
Friday, March 07, 2008
heres to...quirky
[Disclaimer: This post has been destined by the very nature of its origins to make no sense...so it probably wont]
I have currently abandoned myself to an absolutely shamelessly abject longing for the object of my affections :).Yeah he has his flaws...probably, and is definitely too tall for me and according to two very good friends o mine not smart enough for me...but did I mention he is gorgeous...that he has no idea he happens to be the object of my affections (ok maybe he has some idea, but guys can be pretty thick, you know)...is a minor concern obviously...oh but the journey my friend has been...filmi, very filmi, full of stolen glances and gazes held across crowded canteens, and wondering what each others' names are, and at one point...finding it incredibly romantic that I might never know. But damn folks kept yelling it all over the place and I heard it, so the big mystery element surrounding him is sorta diminished now. The first time I saw him, that he thought I was cute was obvious(wheee!), it still is, most times anyway. But then again, he is probably only putting sight, which is a pity really, because for someone who has grown up on a consistently bollywood diet(namely moi)...all tat filminess totally totally works(unfortunately)...and did I mention we dont know each other, thats very essentially Bollywood too.
Now before you label me a psychopath and stop speaking to me when you meet me, chill, it was probably random boredom ( or the fact tat we're both really pretty :P) tat led us down this essentially harmless road anyway.
Hmmm...I cant exactly say much more without actually coming out and naming the dude...so...oh well I guess I'll end this post. Didnt serve much purpose...But wat can I say...he leaves me (and tats ME!!!) tongue-tied...
yeah i have it baaaad...heaven help me
I have currently abandoned myself to an absolutely shamelessly abject longing for the object of my affections :).Yeah he has his flaws...probably, and is definitely too tall for me and according to two very good friends o mine not smart enough for me...but did I mention he is gorgeous...that he has no idea he happens to be the object of my affections (ok maybe he has some idea, but guys can be pretty thick, you know)...is a minor concern obviously...oh but the journey my friend has been...filmi, very filmi, full of stolen glances and gazes held across crowded canteens, and wondering what each others' names are, and at one point...finding it incredibly romantic that I might never know. But damn folks kept yelling it all over the place and I heard it, so the big mystery element surrounding him is sorta diminished now. The first time I saw him, that he thought I was cute was obvious(wheee!), it still is, most times anyway. But then again, he is probably only putting sight, which is a pity really, because for someone who has grown up on a consistently bollywood diet(namely moi)...all tat filminess totally totally works(unfortunately)...and did I mention we dont know each other, thats very essentially Bollywood too.
Now before you label me a psychopath and stop speaking to me when you meet me, chill, it was probably random boredom ( or the fact tat we're both really pretty :P) tat led us down this essentially harmless road anyway.
Hmmm...I cant exactly say much more without actually coming out and naming the dude...so...oh well I guess I'll end this post. Didnt serve much purpose...But wat can I say...he leaves me (and tats ME!!!) tongue-tied...
yeah i have it baaaad...heaven help me
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
That essential question
Swing crazy
Between extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
And in between
There lay
A 'Why?'
The Answer to which
We couldn't
Know
Along the edges
Of its
Steep ascent
We rose unfettered,
Our shackled wills
Were innocence...
Wrapped in a hurricane,
Driving us Forth
Holding us still.
And we swung
Between
Crazy extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
Hopelessly distant
Scaldingly close
Have we been neither
...or have we been both.
Between extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
And in between
There lay
A 'Why?'
The Answer to which
We couldn't
Know
Along the edges
Of its
Steep ascent
We rose unfettered,
Our shackled wills
Were innocence...
Wrapped in a hurricane,
Driving us Forth
Holding us still.
And we swung
Between
Crazy extremes
Torrid high
Despondent low
Hopelessly distant
Scaldingly close
Have we been neither
...or have we been both.
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