Fall Out Boy~ The (Shipped) Gold Standard~ Folie a Deux
Sometimes I wanna quit this all and become an accountant now
But I'm no good at math and besides the dollar is down
Plant palm trees on Lake Michigan before it gets cold
I gotta feel the wind chill again before I get old
I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town
And get new passports and get get get get get out now
All the Yes men said 'no comment'
My mouth got going the wrong way and all the calls started snowing
The time my dad caught me a horse shoe crab
And I asked him if throwing it back into the sea would bring our luck back
I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town
And get new passports, get out now
Tell that boy I'll leave you alone now
Like a stove, I'll turn my love down
Supra and the prophet are both in the business of souls
I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs
But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me
You can only blame your problems on the world for so long
Before it all becomes the same old song
As soon as we hit the hospital I know we're gonna leave this town
(know we're gonna leave this town)
And get new passports and get get get get get out,
Get get get get get out now!
- Member since March 24, 2006.
- My mood is , and quote is "And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies and all the lovers with no time for me".
- When I'm not writing, I'm finding myself.
- I am a
woman
(United States)
- I have 18 comments, 63 poems, 18 stories, 4 journals
My Stories
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1st ROUGH draft...from the 1st person perspective in the lead female character's point of view.1
2000 words, 1 comment,
September 27, 2009. In Fiction
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She planted a kiss on Colin's lips. The guys all watched in shock as Colin kissed this woman back with the same intensity.
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She felt the tickle of his breath on her neck and her body wasn't able to sit still. She was shaking, slight enough he couldn't see it, but
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Before the fall of Lucifer and long before the creation of humans, pure Evil roamed the earth.
My Poetry
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I want to be the one whispering anything that
might soothe your finger on that aching trigger.
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It always seems to come to this
A life is changing, passing by
<100 words,
January 25, 2006. In 0, 0, 20
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The night he laid in bed
with her,
<100 words, 1 comment,
December 14, 2005. In 0, 0, 7
My journal entries
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November 11, 2009, In Pain.
400 words.
All.
0 comments.
I'm struggling. In every sense of the word. In every aspect of my life. It's so nerve wracking, waking everyday and wondering what's going to happen next. I feel like a time bomb sometimes, everyday, another obstacle to overcome and another piece of me being put to the test. I often wonder if I'm going to make it to see the rest of my life. I'm nervous all the time and scared and angry. But I don't want to talk about any of it, because if I do, I fear I might just fall to pieces and I may not...
I'm struggling. In every sense of the word. In every aspect of my life. It's so nerve wracking, waking everyday and wondering what's going to happen next. I feel like a time bomb sometimes, everyday, another obstacle to overcome and another piece of me being put to the test. I often wonder if I'm going to make it to see the rest of my life. I'm nervous all the time and scared and angry. But I don't want to talk about any of it, because if I do, I fear I might just fall to pieces and I may not put myself back together. I'm jaded. Day in and day out.
I'm a story, looking for a new angle to breathe life in to me. Each day, I carve a notch of time out in order to sit and listen for a muse that has yet to come and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I force myself to write...write as if my life depends on it. I write about what immediately comes to mind, cliched or not. Every story I write takes on a life of its own, though I try to control it knowing damn well I can't. But every story I write is tired. And I fear I might be chasing a dream that simply was never meant to be. I'm striving for a goal that just too far out of my reach, maybe even out of my league. I'm in over my head and I wonder if I'm ever going to get above this.
Just for once, I'd like to believe that I'm going to be successful. Even if the only thing I ever do is finish one story. It's a small thing really, but for once, I'd just like to know that I'm not chasing after this silly frivolous dream for nothing. Everyone keeps telling me that I will accomplish this goal, it just takes time. Well, no shit! But I worry that this one thing, this one small thing,is what's holding me back from everything else I desire in my life. Like I can't have everything else or move on with life until I complete this. It's frustrating really, because what if that's true? How do I climb this mountain and move on with my life so that I'm not 50 and alone for the rest of my life?
I am passionate about writing. It's all I could think of when I first started reading books. I wanted to be one of those people, a real author. I wanted someone to read my stories and be inspired or at the very least, just appreciate the passion, the blood sweat and tears it took to finish the piece. But how can I accomplish a goal that I struggle with on a regular basis? How do I overcome an obstacle I'm finding more impossible to beat everyday? Am I ever going to reach that elusive goal I'm working so hard for? Or, am I jus...
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June 6, 2009, In Bitter.
800 words.
All.
6 comments.
It's another Saturday night and I am left to be my own worst enemy. And as I post this entry, I am crying . And it's possibly because of the song I'm listening to because the singer's voice evokes this response from me. Don't get me wrong, I am in love with the voice and I appreciate their work. It just pisses me off that I'm feeling like I do. It's like everytime I think I'm doing so well, something inside of me won't let me be happy. And then it's another 20 rounds of wondering what the hel...
It's another Saturday night and I am left to be my own worst enemy. And as I post this entry, I am crying . And it's possibly because of the song I'm listening to because the singer's voice evokes this response from me. Don't get me wrong, I am in love with the voice and I appreciate their work. It just pisses me off that I'm feeling like I do. It's like everytime I think I'm doing so well, something inside of me won't let me be happy. And then it's another 20 rounds of wondering what the hell is so wrong with me?
It's not even like I'm looking for a boyfriend, but then something always happens to make me feel lonlier than I have before. I hate this because deep down, I know there isn't a thing wrong with me, but then again that's up for debate. I mean, ok, so I've been working on trying to bolster my self esteem. But anything that works is only temporary. And what the hell is up with guys? The only attention I've been getting is from married men or guys just wanting to get into my pants. WTF? Do I have something tattooed to my forehead that says make me feel more worse than I already do, hit on me if you're married or just looking for a lay? What a way to feel good about myself. And then a friend of mine decides to make it into a joke. Yeah, ha ha, that was so funny, but I forgot to laugh because I'm too busy trying to nurse my ego back to health. Way to go, genius. Then they tell me that I should take it as a compliment that married men are hitting on me, because that means that they realize that maybe they didn't look hard enough before they said their vows. Um, yeah, generally those men are unfaithful anyway. So, how's that supposed to make me feel better? Then a guy friend of mine made a comment that the guy who is trying to get in my pants should be hitting on another girl because if he were him, that's what he'd do. Ouch! Thanks for the downer. He didn't understand why that upset me. So I explained. It's not that I want the guy...God only knows what diseases he's carrying, but that comment basically made it seem like I'm not good enough to even be hit on by that guy, he should be chasing after someone better than me. Thanks, buddy. I needed to be reminded that I wasn't worthy enough to be pusued. And people wonder why I'm content crushing on celebrity males. Really, does anybody else want to take a swing at me? Kick me a little more while I'm down. It's been so bad with this lately and I'm so tired of feeling like this. I can't even writ...
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I've been rather angsty the past few days. And to think it all started going down to Columbia, MO to visit my cousins who I hadn't seen in a long time. They graduated and I stayed with them for the weekend to hang out, go clubbing and just all around have some fun. Saturday night, we ran into an old friend and we all chatted away about what had been happening for the last 4 years since we'd last seen one another. The subject of my ex fiance came up and I asked him to drop the subject. I ...
I've been rather angsty the past few days. And to think it all started going down to Columbia, MO to visit my cousins who I hadn't seen in a long time. They graduated and I stayed with them for the weekend to hang out, go clubbing and just all around have some fun.
Saturday night, we ran into an old friend and we all chatted away about what had been happening for the last 4 years since we'd last seen one another. The subject of my ex fiance came up and I asked him to drop the subject. I gave him the short version but that's about as far as I was willing to go into it. But he kept poking and prodding, clearly because he was just concerned about how I'd been and wanted to make sure I was ok. Something about all of it upset me. Maybe it was because I was a little intoxicated or perhaps it was because I just hadn't given myself the chance to be adequately angry about the situation. I called my other friend (who lives in a different state) crying. And I wasn't all too sure why I was crying.
Sunday night I cried myself to sleep. I realized that in all the time I'd been single I wasn't aware of how truly alone I was or felt until Saturday night. And it sucked. I felt so horrible that I was upset well into Monday. Tuesday I was so full of rage it was scary. I was furious with my ex fiance and the crap he pulled while we were together. And to think, he thought he could get away with cheating on me with the roommate. I wish them all the best for a wonderful life together, him with his lazy ass and her lies and promiscuous behavior. Anyway, on Tuesday, I realized that if I am still this pissed about this then I'm really not ready to be with anyone. But It still doesn't soothe the anguish of being lonely. *Sigh*
So anyway, today, I realized something about me that I never thought of in depth before. I have always had a thing for musicians. I've always wanted to get involved with someone who plays in a band or some such as that. I don't know what it is, but I find something irresistable about a guy who plays music, especially if he sings. And that really comes as no surprise, I mean, refer back to my angsty post about being nearly 27 years old and still crushing on celebrities. I still have a thing for Patrick Stump. And why shouldn't I? The guy has an absolutely unbelievable voice. I think someone once referred to him as the "platinum piped crooner," which, to me, isn't so far off from the truth. Honestly, there are very few singers in the world t...
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