wahahaHA.

hahahahhaha the thing in the middle was drawed.by me.inside netaji indoor stadium and in the bus partly. they took us to watch the commonwealth volleyball tournament southafrica vs nigeria [iguess] match from school, but all we got to watch was nigerian players warm up.o___O
thats because the match was supposed to start at around 3 pm and that would mean us having to stay back after school hours WHICH our princi wouldnt allow so we went there ,watched those people clean the place and shit [and me robbed tiffin from whoever possible as usual] and came back JUST when teh match was about to begin.cool,no?
:P

me edited that bit of shit
me did me did
XD

of acoustic dreams

the skin
smells of snowflakes
and moonshine soaked in pain
your skin
skims my glassy
eyes that will to burn
a skylight
through the roof

thoughts crawl out
pellucid yet misty
follow the geodesic trail
to a different void
where you dwell

the heart
a patchwork of everything
strange yet plain
in purple and blue
and red in bits
with a tinsel or two
fixed carelessly to the walls
my heart
reaches out for fingers
that etch polychrome stains
on black and blue dreams

smudge the thorns
sing of plastic hearts
ill consume the blue
and smell the moonshine
soaked in pain


come
before passivity clogs my brain
take my hand
and while the seasons
chase the rain
lets climb over the clouds;
sit and count the stars
feeling like each other
trapped in an open shell


i sing of the ringing silence
and wish the tune reaches
the void where you dwell







[needs editing.dont feel like editing. thsi could be so so much better.andihatebloggerfornotallowingthekindofallingnmentiwantormaybeitsjustthatisuck]

TurnAround.And.LookAtMe.Its.Only.You.

i am sad.
and for once in my life, i will talk about it.
not to you, to you or to you.
nor to the atmosphere which exerts some pressure on the page where an aneroid barometer has been drawn by a friend who has been kind enough to do my geography practical drawings for me.
not to the friend either.
not to my guitar which is prolly feeling as suffocated as my vocal chord does now.
not to blogsphere, the people here, not to anyone in the entire universe, save one.
not to the moon,no.

i wont pretend that its not listening, though.
it listens.
to every thing i ever do speak out.
and to everything i never talk about.
so why the pretence?its listening.
just like you are reading on.without having the slightest clue about why you are wasting your otherwise perfectly wasteable time doing this.reading the uselessrant of a lost kid.
just like the atmosphere is cautiously exerting just enough pressure on my dungballforahead to keep it from falling apart due to lack binding strength [this is neither a physics textbook nor a biology guidebook so just .]
just like the drawing of the aneroid barometer on that page don't fucking care how beautifully perfect it looks, its just waiting for its carbon form to fade away.
with time and with ruffling of those papers over and over and over again.
just fade away..
just like i don't understand why i mustn't feel like i do just because there's this risk of being "just like those people".
i like some things which also seem to interest those people who are like them.
i might just pick those up and treat them like the most amazingly beautiful purple tulips in the universe,and fix them with superglue on the walls of my heart.
just like i don't understand why i cannot cry when i feel the tears choking my head.
all those things are as real as all these.
and all these and all those are the same things anyway.
so i decide to talk about them.
not to you though.
not to anyone or anything in the entire universe, but myself.

and that is going to be done the moment i find my self.

p.s:this is not a promise.

21/07/07.
11:35 p.m.

I AM GREEN NOW GREEN AND PISSED I HATE GO DIE DIE DIE WORLD WITH ALL YOUR BIRDS AND BUGS AND TREES AND EVERYTHING ELSE JUST GET THE HELL OUTA MY WAY.
YOU WONT UNDERSTAND SO STOP TRYING GO AWAY.

<3>

Sad Statue by ~hungryapple on deviantART


youuuuuuuuuuaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddddddmeeeeeeeeeee
wiiiiiiiillllllllllllallgodowninhistoryyyyyyyyyyyyy
witha sweetapple so hungry
and asadstatue withmemoriiiiiiiiiieeeeeeesss
iiiifffforgooooooootttttttttooooo
i for got to let you know that
justified manoeuvring of the attention
brings the happayness to the mopeful ones

weevilspurpletulipsmusicgoooooroundandround
telepathythatdoesntwoooorkstillisfine

justifiedbranDYhelmetsforthenerf
eloquencebeLONGStothegirlperson

YES I'M HIGH GO DIE WHILE I FLY OFF TO SDSJDHSJHDLJHLJ BLAHLAND
DIE RAINS DIE WE BOTH HATE YOU!

xD

dont ask.

boredom its called.

:P

and i joined deviantArt YES I KNOW IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR THAT PLACE STFU ALREADY!

http://weevilgirl.deviantart.com/ be me.

Doggerel

the mystical tune comes floating
with the breeze
the cold, doleful breeze
touches the decaying heart
..as at the sound of its own,
muffled beat..
it shivers

the tune resounds
reminiscent of a serenade
which once did please the heart
-when like a flower in full bloom
it did dance-
and now,again,in its bewildered trance
it does respond...
it quivers

the moon looks on at it
..grimace disguised as lucent smile..
the smile
-which once did spread its warmth,
softly over the heart..
the heart not numb enough to
miss its touch-
but now all that it feels is a chill
accompany the glimmer


and the tune turns into a requiem
echoing in the graveyard of dreams
that the heart has now become
-gripped by fears...gory and hollow

the tune plays on
the breeze gets wild
-like a troubled mother's
wayward child-
the moon shakes off its benevolent mask
and reveals its fiendish style
and like every flower that
it was offered once
..slowly, the heart..
it withers.


...............................................................................
wroted before the icse physics exam
i think

meh.

WHY the holy cow must i be a thousand and seven different people at the same time?
and the digits of 1007 even add up to 8.
EIGHT!
AAAAAAAAAAARRGGHHHHHHHHH
*dies*
i hope i'm one less now.
=/

and so its been raining and raining annnd raining.
the sky sure has a LARRGE bladder.psht.
last night mom was wondering if this is how the world is going to end.rains and floods and water all around.reminds me of this tool song:
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this.
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

and NONE OF US [me mom dad] know how to swim.
HAH.

and i hate the rains so much that i hate rains very much. i want to get the rains KILLED.
okay i know what you're thinking.
what is my problem?
i know all of you dig the rains but i dont so thats that.
i allow you to shoot me.
i could use a vacation from this.

.opaquetransparency.

.loud recluse.
i know too little. make me smile?maybe it does not count. maybe ill be a little like me someday.am i like you?i dont see me.too much too little to a stupidweirdweevil. i wish i knew. thank god you dont. do you see?it will all be the same eventually.shed more tears.dark skies dry eyes funny words that sound the same as nothing.attentionseeking sadistic freak.hatredforrains.run through my veins. but dont get too close.
the sun does not faze me.is there anything left to reveal?i thought i was real.
was real.real.purple haze in the winding maze of neverland of neverland.tilt the mirror.mask those eyes.rape that smile.the smell of light the sound of smoke tinged with the feel of me.and the blue shadows of time.the dreams heave.and die.there is no close.
break the ice
and give me a few more words to fill up the hollow.