backward wired brains. |
brains must be wired backwards or something.evidence:
eat to empty ourselves.push the people we love so far away when we are trying to pull them in.promise ourselves the same thing every night, only t...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 15:01:00 GMT |
Holly: the updated version |
hello world. im back to the civilisation of the wires and addresses that connect us with a little code known as 'www.' oh how i love it.
i had a good day to day, kind of.
i woke at about 11 which is g...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:42:00 GMT |
tap |
There are shades of sanity, Spilled across a teenage canvas,An artist's nightmare,Warped and disfiguredSpots of clarity, butErratic, left foolishlyOn the white tile floor Logic ripples alongThe blood ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 20:00:00 GMT |
Split Shift, old school poem. |
Life feels like a..
Split shift
Hours, minutes, seconds
Wasted
On shit that
Isn't even worth it
Inside my belly there's a
Feeding frenzy
As much as I hate to admit it
I'm fucking hungry.
My hunger ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 13:52:00 GMT |
guess who you are. id like to know what u think. |
all pretty negative
sorry
i like all of you alot anyway
or i wouldnt waste my time writing about you
who do u think you are?
1. i dont know you that well. you throw yourself about and your veiw...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 20:35:00 GMT |
wish |
dont you ever wish
that you were like, in a film. but real
that you were beautiful, and thin and
didnt have to tidy your room or clean the bathroom because it was already done because everything is p...
Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 09:46:00 GMT |
im reading a book |
i wont tell you its name, but its by a girl /woman called Grace Bowman.
Holly should be revising.
Holly doesnt want to revise, she wants to read her book.
its very good
she doesnt want to put it down....
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 10:27:00 GMT |
i miss |
list:school peopleschool buildingsitting in the canteen with my cup of teasitting at the computers on myspace in the maths room when everyone else is doing the same and pretending to themselves and to...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 01:45:00 GMT |
what a Good Friday |
lets go outside and sit in a random park that you find right near your house that you never knew was there because you never bothered to look. take out that copy of vogue from your bag that you have b...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 09:38:00 GMT |
poem number 4... a weird one, no rhyme either. very real to me though. |
i have this scrunch, this tangle,
its made from threads of feelings and knots of worries.
some days, i keep it in my pocket, but it will dwell on me all day.
some days i leave it behind, forcef...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 05:19:00 GMT |
