UnderTheWeepingMoon• Show poetry

WELCOME TO MY HUMBLE ABODE...

Look how girlie girl I am... Laced with ribbons and trimmed in pink. Seemingly innocent as my very first breath. Easier to trap you with. But, enough of that. Until I run out of it again, anyway.

I have feared only one thing in my life, and that was losing what I held most dear to me in this god forsaken place. I lost him, my everything, my little boy. Now, I have nothing left to fear but everything to grieve for.

Years of torment has left me extremely silent and overly observant... meaning, I hear and notice everything. Especially what you think I never would. What I do notice, I'd never tell you. It proves your stupidity for thinking I'm so naive and your stupidity is my entertainment when I'm bored to tears.

I write of my feelings and experiences and nightmares. My nightmares are brought on by my feelings and experiences and fears. That's well surprising, that is. I should have received a degree in psychology.

You are a sheep and a liar. I know this. You know this. End of story.

I am the Kristie person and...

I'm back to looking out at the very beautiful trees and flowers and unfortunately, people. Don't get me wrong, I like a few people, fewer of them, I actually love, but at this time in my life, I would just rather not see them. That could change within the next few minutes though due to my ever constant changing mood.


My hobbies include:
-Jonny
-crying
-laughing on the inside
-worshiping Opeth
-Hello Kitty
-collecting lip glosses
-listening to *quality* black and death metal music
-watching the moon wax and wane and pass ever so gracefully and slowly by my windows.
-reading magazines from back to front
-reading horror books and then reading books.
-watching horror movies
-caring for the elderly
-writing
-gaming
-apartment managing... how exciting.

About Me:
(1) My parents found it satisfactory to call me Kristie.
(2) I'm of a specific age and race and I even breathe air and drink water.
(3) I count my steps by fours as I walk. I don't know why. (In the case where my steps don't land on four, I'll start over until it does. It has caused me to be late for appointments and make people irritated at me. Oh, well.
(4) I've been known to stare out the window for hours at a time wondering "Where the hell is everyone going?" and happy I'm not there when they arrive.
(5) Kristie moved to her current location in hopes of bettering her life and has now found herself surrounded by the freakiest of the freaks. Since her most recent move she has now decided "To hell with it all!" and is moving to Europe in the very near future. She was raised in a very small rural town somewhere that has now been deleted from all maps. Luckily, Kristie was not in the location of said rural town at the time of its deletion or else she would not be here as she too would have been deleted and therefore would not be able to shine her sunshine on us. Yet, she has barely recovered from living in such a place and seldom can speak coherently. At times, you can walk in and find her spinning in circles. Kristie's day to day life includes perfecting her air hockey skills, sniffing books and CD inserts, blinking her eyes and ridiculing lousy commercials. She hopes to one day fall into a lengthy coma without nightmares. Which shortly after, I actually did fall into a coma and woke up with hopes that my life had been a nightmare all along and the truth of it was no, it had not been a nightmare but reality. The voices told me so.

My favorite things are writing and reading (my all time favorite book, I think, I could be wrong, is Wuthering Heights). I love horror books and movies, followed by some fantasy. Some drama and all romance suck. I'm not your typical hopeless romantic. And no, I do not consider vampire stories to be horror. I consider them to be quite stupid and highly overated. Food for sheep actually. They're pretty pathetic, those vampires are. With all their bitching and whining about never being able to die and how they are doomed to wander the earth alone and loveless forever. My question is, if they hate it so bad, why don't they just walk out into the sunlight and end it? Somewhere between all that, I'll eat a bite of something and take a nap. Ravenous is my all time favorite movie.

Gore pleases me greatly, though I am at that level where nothing has shock value to it anymore. Once you have seen all there is to see, it just isn't exciting anymore.

Beauty can only be truly appreciated when there is contrast. Nevermind, you would never understand.

~LEAVE YOUR MARK UPON THE HEAD OF SOMEONE~ A lyric sung by Mikael Akerfeldt...Sound advise I have learned to follow.

Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever. Jude 1:13

Once, I had the very unwelcomed event of realizing death upclose and personal. We all go day by day knowing that death is unavoidable and that we will all one day die, but when you see it, actually see it and smell it and feel it linger in the air, you remember its sting and nothing seems the same past that point. Everything takes on a different hue and feel. It's uncomfortable and lasting. I've not been right since.

GOODBYE, Sheep.

And just so you know, it's true... some things never change.