Hi. I’m back but probably won’t be on much anymore as my dad is intending to either cut back or cut off my internet access. He won’t say why, he’s just saying that me might. I don’t get it.
By the way…
I hit 500!!!!! Woo.
Something.
Okay. I don’t have a lot of time, but I thought I’d post something. Click the links below to see my latest obsessions.
There wasn’t an actual site for the second one, so I just put one of my favorites.
Quick! I should be in bed right now!
I have no idea what I’m calling this. I wrote it in about ten minutes for a Planet Wisdom thingy and decided to post it.
You touch Your hand,
To my cheek,
I turn my face away.
Words of love,
Are what You give,
But I simply will not stay.
I fear Your love,
And all it brings,
It’s hard for me to give in.
To this Force,
Which calls my name,
And pleads again, and again.
“Come home, sweet child,
And take My hand,
You know that I would do,
Anything,
To make you mine,
I’ve given My life for you.”
I can not,
I will not,
I musn’t give in to this,
I love these dreams,
And ways of mine,
They will not be dismissed!
And yet Your love,
Calls soft and low,
And begs me turn Your way,
I love You? I hate You?
I need some more time?
I know not what to say.
Hate = Murder? Darn….
I’m very, very mad.
I’m not interested in explaining, I just wanted to fume to someone because I was just contemplating running my S.O.meB.ody of a sister through with a pair of scissors. But, seeing as I am very, very, VERY mad right now, I would likely say a lot of seriously unkind things, so instead I’m going to simply convey my thoughts in a small typed gesture and a link.
Link: The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle
Gesture: *screams profanities and punches wall*
I feel better now.
POLL TIME!!!!
Okay, so I made a new poll. “And remember, this is for posterity, so, be honest.” Sorry, I had to quote The Princess Bride there. Awesome movie.
And if you think you’re the weirdest option, but don’t belong to a Monster club where your name is Teefurstomp (don’t ask) don’t worry, you can still select that one.
YAY! Something to post! Finally….
So I got out my notebook and searched like crazy for something I hadn’t posted yet and about the time I was ready to give up, TADAH!!! I remembered that in my other notebook was a poem that I wrote a few days ago. YAY! It’s not that great, but I like it. Just to warn you though, it’s a little weird. But then, so am I.
MY EUPHORIA
Your hands in mine,
Our bodies close,
Our eyes meet,
Then they close.
Our heads lean in,
Our lips meet,
My head spins,
Is it just me?
Heart skips,
A beat or ten,
stomach tightens,
Here it comes again.
Butterflies,
Shaky hands,
Heart arrhythmia,
Legs won’t stand,
This feeling that,
I love so much,
My euphoria.
I wrote another poem recently, but It is posted on my blogspot. Well… it will be. Eventually. ^_^
…So…
Yes, well….
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten on here and I feel very lazy…..
But alas! It is late and Mother is telling me to go to bed… so. I will attempt to post sometime soon, but will not promise. Spring break is this Monday so there’s a fairly good chance I will get an opportunity. *sigh* I must go…
~Kenyn
P.S. To my friends that I know via internet, I miss you guys and wish to talk to you soon.
DAGNABIT!!!
Would somebody please tell me what you think about the poem below??? I’m really happy with it, but the point of putting it on my main page was so that somebody would comment…
Steffi???
Ian???
Anybody?????
…
I feel so alone… *sigh*….
Change in format.
I’ve decided to start posting some of my poetry on the main page cause it’s easier to notice. I want to get comments, so I figure I should put it in a spot that can be seen! Anywho, I wrote this last night and am very happy with it, so I decided that it would go on my front page. So here it is. TADAH!!!!
Thoughts of Her
It feels so good
Each time we touch,
But even still,
It hurts so much,
To know that while
You’re Kissing me,
Your thoughts of her remain.
It feels so right,
It feels so wrong.
My love is deep,
This pain is strong.
Cause while you’re here,
Romancing me,
Your thoughts of her remain.
I love you more
Than words can say,
But if she’s here,
I cannot stay.
You say you’re mine.
You say I’m yours.
But thoughts of her remain.
So while this two
Is really three,
This love affair
Just cannot be.
It’s “you” and “I,”
But no more “us”
While thoughts of her remain.
