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| Sunday, July 9th, 2006 | | 2:49 am |
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I have always wanted to______________ you. You have a cute________________. You make me ____________. Your personality is__________________. I will never forget when you______________________. Someday I hope to _________________ with you. You are an _____________ friend. If I saw you now I'd __________________. The first time I met you was ____________________. _________________________ was my first impression of you. I would build a ____________ just for you. Your best asset would be _______________________. I would get your name tattooed on my __________. This song reminds me of you: _____________________. We could _______________under the stars. I love you like a _______________. Current Mood:  peaceful | | Sunday, February 5th, 2006 | | 8:41 pm |
Am I really falling in love?
Love? it can seem so trivial at times. "I'll never fall for someone at this age, besides it will never last why go through the heart break?" - Something ive belived in for so long. Maybe i belived that since ive been hurt so many times though my pained life, never had many freinds till this year and yet i still find that its hard to trust even those who care. I guess i'm starting to doubt my judgement and if i am why cant i just ask the person I feel so strongly towards? perhaps its the fear of rejection, but freindship themselves seem to be far more important and i really don't want to mess it up by inquireing about somthing that might not even work out, never mind last. So i guess i'll just contimplate and see how everything goes along. Torn morals lost and untochable Wandering gardens so green but out of reach Pausing only to trudge along, under the burnden of desire It can be such a weight to bare, but how can i relive my burnden Love is easy, pain is fine, but expressing it all takes more then it appears Show me the path, no more fairy tales and lies Freindship may be the only path, Let my judgement be right. Sanguaze 2006 Current Mood:  distressed | | Tuesday, September 6th, 2005 | | 12:57 am |
llama... WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
 yes well its an inside joke.. the llamaness that is.. but clicky on the image to get your own llama or even a tiger,hedgehog, duck or more ^^ Current Mood: amused | | Saturday, August 6th, 2005 | | 11:56 pm |
A dream without a name
This poem was written while i was at a Leadership acadamy in Surrey BC. This poem is dedicated to the inspiration of the beach and of ally my new family I made at the academy and lastly to the leaders: Garry, Shobha and Louise Concrete light, the path of footsteps in the sand, Winding indents liquid silver in your wake, Every grain of sand rubbing the windows of your very soul, The soft pressure, Slick green blankets wrapping around your feet in a curtain of gentle green, Moving forward, the tingling sensation, Coloured lights stringed across the earths canvass, Dimming and draining but with a blast of harmony that everyone can share, Flooding emotions on the sea, gentle wind carrying lost desires out to the ocean. Back up straight, feet in the sand, Corroded salt like hungry knives cutting and grasping the shore with out-stretched hands, Gaping and gawking sounds drain away, Raw freedom revived in my very lungs and soul. They are all here now, One family beating the same rhythm, Open hearted, all talented in their own waves just like the ocean waves So inconsistent but always churning with energy. Rocks around my feet different shapes and colours, Holding hands, into the fire, facing our fears and dreams Only to make our souls and compassion burn brighter still. Us together we are… Family It is time to go now, but is it really the end? Another day is dawning and continuing the adventure shall begin. © 2005 Chelsea Mclean Current Mood: indescribable | | Thursday, July 7th, 2005 | | 1:08 am |
Raw writting from the heart. This is for a freind both of us.
~ Mirror Image ~ Two faces identical and apart, hand pressed to the glass we touch yet remain so far away, torn emotions burned to the ground by lost turst, stripped from shackled bodies,beaten down by selfishness our reflected selves are stripped bared , unable to bare another leaf. It started alone on the cold surface of the mirror, shattering hopes and dreams, but you look back at me. Reflections so real, cracked and stained, one or two, time passes shards falling away as the sand streams down, time is running by and drowning both reflections in the wake of grief and pressure or the different and same kinds. Peices, fall skin and soul is cut, holding the pieces of a life never known, holding tight refelction is shown, both females different, but the same, beaten and worn, unfair and bossed turht be told we live in different lives true, but togehter we share the same pain, life have mercy on all our souls and let us stay toghter until the hearth of hell impoldes lives eternal heart. Current Mood:  blah | | Wednesday, June 8th, 2005 | | 11:58 pm |
Stress and overwhlement yet not of the befolded, truth rains my heart as gut and soul pulse unitized, deep in lost emotion and praise i stand at nothing, one shattered peice of glass amoung millions, never fitting in but unique in its own way. Soul searching and wandering the moonlit dust of stars over a frozen river scattered and lost, free and alone, One now forever. Come with me forever, together we brave it all, fragile and strong a rock amoung pebbles. tossed aside and torn by current we, I , the sun and the storm. Torn and lost , found a brought to freedom now. together. Now. us. comments sure meh w/e its just raw emotion in writting. now edited with a second verse pointed towards a friend and I. | | Friday, June 3rd, 2005 | | 6:18 pm |
| | Thursday, June 2nd, 2005 | | 9:40 pm |
I need you, yet you will never know..
yes my depression is going haywaire but i am in my sad love seeking state. A poem from the heart towards one who i dont even know if they know or care of my love. Flightless passion soaring the endless clouds of a clear sunny day, I walk alone, converged in a odd feeling of complexity, seated on the verge of happyness and confusion The dust settles only to rise washing me over, knocking me to the ground with a rush of flutters hidden away as you walk by without a word. Deeply in thought both you and i are simmillar but never shown outloud, we stay hidden in the shadows of expectations and racisum. Each day blurs by, but i find my mind tracing over to you, yet no move is ever made, no sign ever shown. Lost and ever hopeful, full of regret but not of you or I, contridictions and fear of loss. One day mabe, the colours will fly and rainbows will fall, you shall see me though different eyes of one and the same, though i cant read your mind the dream is ever persistent never free untill the truth is known. One day, some time, you and I, one seated against warm stone. Current Mood: hopeful | | Tuesday, May 31st, 2005 | | 7:31 pm |
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| | Sunday, May 15th, 2005 | | 7:23 pm |
Is life even worththe effort.. no not really
is life really worth the effort, no not really. No friends that truly understand me, parents that don't undertand. Suicide and death threats running though my head , random temperment fluctuations and the overwhelment is ripping me apart. Common sense is no sense, i think am going to go lie in the road now. And if i make it though this day mabe i can even go jump off a cliff, who know what hell is going to bring. Current Mood:  depressed | | Saturday, May 14th, 2005 | | 11:57 pm |
Soul ripping and discusting... why do people treat others like dirt
Life ripped from my worthless soul.. why do people treat others like dirt? Its a question that has always bugged me and I continue to suffer like many others beucase of falling victum to people who have no self confedence and so take it out on others. To be looked down upon becuase you don't "fit" the "mold" of society or even your highschool grade is and can be emotionaly tramatizing even if it doesn't seem to be a big deal to others. The type of people that seem to be "attacked " in this sense are the original ones or ones that hold somthing unique that the "normal" population or clique is uncomfortable or unfimilliar about making you a target of their lack of heart and maturaty. The people who cause this devistation to others however can often link to a few things that the person does not have such as a strong mind or a good self confedence, a jelously or even a famliy issue can cause these people to end up releasing their frustrations on others instead of seeking help and advice from a friend/parents/ or counciler. Seek help and advice, tlak to people aobut this if you are a victum or a causer, even if it doesn't relate to you yet, somewhere down the road your going to face this one way or another and its best to be prepaired and confedent. Dont let others portray you as one thing or another, stand out be original and don't forget for every action there is a eisk and a concequece good or bad. Current Mood: exhausted | | Friday, May 13th, 2005 | | 11:28 pm |
Lifeless waste land. Jiberish straight from my weakened heart
my heart is broken and the shattered peices wont fit together, derpirvation of souls battered sorrows engulfing life like hells blackest scar. Flanked and slanderd.. beaten to my knees, the strenght is gone from my rythmic beat in the connection, splintered reality a sicking crack through dreams now gone.. * the over whelming sensation, the throbbing ache of my mind. .. lost in desperation, breaking down in liquid pools.. stripped of lifes gifts sins tormented laughter endows the fragile to the side of darkness. lost gone.. frozen in the depths of imortalities finest creation disposed of in the depths of hatreds growing fire.. wounds cut deep.. moans exhaled i can not go on.. onyx gates and timers... the door way of death.. firey hells pits wont squander me.. I am strong.. I chose to live Current Mood: depressed |
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