PaperEyedDoll• Show poetry

Don't you hate when you're writing a good poem after a day of no rest and your pen dies on you and there is no sign of a sharpened pencil in sight...then you have to find the mechanic pencil sharpener plug it in next to your bed and place a pillow over it...hoping to muffle the noise of it eating your pencil so the parents won't hear you awake at 3am...I hate that.

Well, the pencil sharpener vibrated off my bed dumping a shitload of shavings on the ground....my pencil snapped..I accidentally ripped my paper and now my parents know I'm awake... a day in my life....

Jinxed(to foredoom to failure or misfortune) yeah...foredoomed to be grounded


Evanescence "Beathe No More Lyrics"
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my souls on the other side.
Oh the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
To sharp to put back together.
To small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
If I try to touch her,
And I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.
Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.
Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe now...
Bleed,
I bleed,
And I breathe,
I breathe,
I breathe-
I breathe no more.




"When you guys were kids you were never left home alone I wouldn't let you" She said.
      I stood there staring at her eyes...had she forgotten the full year?Of course, how could she remember the 12 am entries into the house, only to pass out on her bed. The  light would  still be on and her clothes half off. Cigarette smoke was on her though, she swears she never took one her whole life. Silently after a cup of water, picking at the potatoe wedges she brought home for 'dinner', that I knew would be left cold I would count the steps and miss the creak, in fear of waking the swaying and bumbling sleeping beauty. I cross from my room down the hallway to hers knowing she'd wake to another hangover (a head ache she would mask with doses of aspirin and motrin). I looked in like I was \her\ worried mother to make sure she was still breathing. But I'd scream FUCK YOU,knowing she'd never hear me past her comatose state....thank you for the dinners I never ate.

and on a lighter note:
SQ :You see that pigeon over there?It talks to me.You see the squirrel on my head?No one does,but he's there ::insert crazy laugh::
SQ:we got married I'm now Squirrel Lady Joe Squirrel
Me:your name's j- where's your ring?
SQ :It was walnut we didn't want a fancy wedding right honey?
SQ talking to herself as hub: squeak squeak squeak
SQ: exactly -the inlaws weren't too happy-
Me: What happened to your ring?
SQ: Well, I got hungry and and... ::sniffles::histarically crying::
::I run away as fast as possible::
^ true story of a conversation I had with a crazy lady when I lived in Washington DC -note to all parents who have kids who see invisible squirrels THIS MAY BE THEM ONE DAY-

Remeber:
Teachers are paid to care so...use their money wisely

I didnt know running into a wall would hurt as much as it did, but here i am lying in a pile of my own blood in a coma, hoping that my faithful penguin sends for help. Last time this happened the penguin just called me a pussy,took my shoes,and went to see The Mask 2.To this day i still dont know if he liked it, and whenever i ask,he just calls me a slut and throws ice cubes at me.

I'm strange but not a stranger or I wouldn't talk to myself

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult. -Anne Rice

I have a rainbow in my mouth...I used to have a pet nickel named Bob but   now he's evil and he got eaten by my dog ......So now he smells like dog crap..here you wanna hold him? ^.^


Hi to all those people I know and to those who I don't know...why are you stalking me?

Life sucks eggs for breakfast sometimes!! You grow up and learn santa clause isn't real then the tooth fairy then when you hope to turn to something soft and fluffy the damn easter bunny isn't real!!! Then you grow up and have to get  those shitty things called jobs and maybe if you're lucky you'll grow up to still own some of your dignity and sanity! I would rather prefer a straight jacket then a leather jacket ^.^ ::eye twitches:: mwhahaha