Since I've barely written in a while..

My loving mother has a new blog.
If you don't check it out, I will rip your head off.
Thanks =]

Here's the link:

http://tectonicshifts.blogspot.com/

Read it, and quake with laughter.

The After-party

It's around 12 in the morning between the 21st and 22nd May, 2008.

I got home about half an hour ago (which should explain the title) and this felt like it needed to be written. I hope this sends out the right message to everyone reading.

Thanks for being here and taking time to go through my blog, it means a lot.

Don't think twice about leaving comments, be they positive or negative.

Cheers.

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The After-party

I see this girl,

Her skin is marred

By spots and stripes,

And if you join them

They make symbols of love

Across her face.

Everything she sees

And everything she touches

Creates waves through her universe

That rebound off walls

And end up deep inside your soul

Only to resonate.

She finds power in anxiety,

Which is a proliferation to a mood

That cannot be broken

But instead multiplies

To astound the world,

Leaving nothing and no one at rest.

Just feeling this movement

That goes on inside her

Inspires dizziness in euphoria

That you cannot let go of because

It shakes you up and says,

“This is art. This is beauty. This is truth.

And it is lost.”

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Conclusive.

This was my whole 2007.

Happy new year.

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Conclusive.

I hold on
Close my eyes.
My body shatters
Fragile. Glass.
Footsteps crunching
A march on pieces
Left. Right.
Messy rooms...

Someone bring them out
Thoughts in a flurry.
Information: place and time
Unavailable.
Scattered across
Tiny particles cover the floor.
Tears are shed.
Meaningless?
Momentary.

It's finally over.
They're all leaving.
She cleans me up.
Caring.
Thanks.