I move across, innocence lost
all flashing pulsar
I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt
I pass satellites.
"You're so bitter," your complaint
I can't give you anything.
I don't know who you're livin for
I don't who you are anymore.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for
I don't know what I want anymore
I move across, candy floss
I move like a tank
I move across the room
with a heart full of gloom,
stronger than you think.
Oh my peer,
your veneer is wearing thin and cracking.
the surface informs that underneath,
underneath is lacking.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it.
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for.
I don't know what I want anymore.
You move across, innocence lost,
all static and desire,
you're blue in the face from navel gaze,
you set yourself on fire.
You strip down and lay yourself out,
I know you can't fake it,
But are you tired and naked?
Are you tire and naked?
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for.
I don't know what I want anymore.
ŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪ
So...What if I wrote more poetry? Would any of you cheap bastards read it?
HELL to the NO.
So go to my deviant art page, jenalee.deviantart.com OR visit my dumbshit myspace page, myspace.com/paperacid, to check out updated photos or artwork and la-dee-friggin-da around.
Otherwise I'm probably just going to continue lurking around here and reading the fascinating drama that is teenage life left behind.
Ooooh, perhaps a story. Hehe.
In most recent and important news, please welcome my Daughter Sage Shalane into the world. She was bor September 06, 2008. 7 lbs. even, 20 inches long. :3
Mrew.
((didn't see that one coming, did ya peoples?))
...
((yeah. neither did I.))
all flashing pulsar
I move across the earth in my new pattern shirt
I pass satellites.
"You're so bitter," your complaint
I can't give you anything.
I don't know who you're livin for
I don't who you are anymore.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for
I don't know what I want anymore
I move across, candy floss
I move like a tank
I move across the room
with a heart full of gloom,
stronger than you think.
Oh my peer,
your veneer is wearing thin and cracking.
the surface informs that underneath,
underneath is lacking.
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it.
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for.
I don't know what I want anymore.
You move across, innocence lost,
all static and desire,
you're blue in the face from navel gaze,
you set yourself on fire.
You strip down and lay yourself out,
I know you can't fake it,
But are you tired and naked?
Are you tire and naked?
I'd sooner chew my leg off,
Than be trapped in this.
How easy you think of all of this as bittersweet me
I couldn't taste it
I'm tired and naked.
I don't know what I'm hungry for.
I don't know what I want anymore.
ŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪŠĪ
So...What if I wrote more poetry? Would any of you cheap bastards read it?
HELL to the NO.
So go to my deviant art page, jenalee.deviantart.com OR visit my dumbshit myspace page, myspace.com/paperacid, to check out updated photos or artwork and la-dee-friggin-da around.
Otherwise I'm probably just going to continue lurking around here and reading the fascinating drama that is teenage life left behind.
Ooooh, perhaps a story. Hehe.
In most recent and important news, please welcome my Daughter Sage Shalane into the world. She was bor September 06, 2008. 7 lbs. even, 20 inches long. :3
Mrew.
((didn't see that one coming, did ya peoples?))
...
((yeah. neither did I.))
- Last seen on Oct 8 5:10 PM. Member since November 20, 2006.
- I'm a supertopaz delight poet for 60 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Jesus is coming...will you spit or swallow?".
- I am a 19 year old woman (United States)
- Visit my homepage at jenalee.deviantart.com
- I have 60 comments, 1 addline, 14 poems, 31 stories
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So...pretty much the world is falling apart-I can feel it...Others can feel it, they've mentioned it to me... Solemnly I nod my head in agreance.37 lines, 8 comments, March 3, 2008
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backdrop.silhouette on December 3, 2008you!! should call me sometime.
my numbah is 680.9392
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Izu on October 5, 2008Sage eh? Chris did tell me you alwasy wanted to name your daughter that, but you have to bring it to town to show us, whenever i get back from Now orleans myself, Call it a rain check? yesh yesh. anywho, oh yeah Peace!
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backdrop.silhouette on September 28, 2008prehaps i do not speak at you anymore because you do not speak at me anymore...
you break my heart you she-devil, you.
just kidding.
how es sage? =] -
tjj on January 10, 2008yo she is a person that will tell you to fuck off to your face and could probebly get out of truble with ease
(btw this is Tesia whats up)
