Thingamagik,

OK so I was cleaning up the store room last night, and I found my notebook. The one which holds ALL sorts of nonsense. I went through it, and I found some writings which I SWEAR freaked me out. I cannot believe how scary/emo/weird I can get sometimes! I will post it here.

You force me to cry
Tears of broken glass
And walk the black lane
Simply to avoid
Consequences of stupidity,
Or maybe lack of sight
Of my copper-bound heart
That yearns to be free
Of the hold of my broken brain,
That once took in everything they said.
Just to feel the feel of feeling
And taste the taste of it all.
Inspired by the red,
Inspired by the hot.
And to finally escape
To a lonely island
And to enjoy the calm
Of my own painting,
To escape the screams of my day
Which is your night.
To feel instead, the warmth
Of the waves,the colour of my own invention.
I will lie like this
To ease the pain.
The best feeling ever,
But for a nano-second.
Then emerge from the canvas,
Only to be sucked into the twilight,
The twilight where I feel
The height of the herb
Minus the herb,
For it is the city,
The city of impossibles,
Only possible.
The twinkling lights
In the distance remind me
That mine would,
Or probably should be going off soon
And I will be where the incubus haunts,
And I fall from broken cliffs
Over
And
Over
Again
And then the opening of the two
Will then help me
Break this fast of emotions
And when friendships turn to dust,
I will know that the time has come
For me to soar high
And experience it all over again.

HELLO. What scary nonsense. By the way there's another one. A poem.

A Meeting With Death

When fear gripped me inside
And cold sat by my side
I felt the pressure of the tide
I wanted to run,I wanted to hide

This dark path I had journeyed before
Took away my rights, my love, my life
Made me struggle more and more
Only to meet Death and become his wife.

With all purpose stripped away,
I became a statue by day
But then came night
And that's when I took my flight.

I descended like an angel
And fooled you with a smile
I took you without struggle
But only for a while.

Although...I did not say it was a short while, did I?
I just sat there and sang you my death lullaby.
I watched you fight to be set free...
But alas, you ended up, just like me...

Fuck la. What the hell drove me to write such a wretched thing?
Scaring myself man...dammit! No, not done yet. Got another one *omg how weird can I get*

Pause what you're doing
And tell me that you're coming
To take me away
From their evil grasps that may
Tear me apart,
Limb by limb,
Scratch at my heart
And abolish every dream.
These monsters of quicksand
In the form of more than one hand
Pour on me scorching bitchings
And faulty teachings.
Jump into my head
And bring with you a shovel,
To dig away my idea of "dead"
Then take me to a whole new level.
For I am blinded
And I don't want to be reminded
That it will soon be my turn
To experience the burn.
But only if you don't bother
To decipher my silent plead
And do what you'd rather
Like leave me here to bleed.
Yes, I know of your secret so black
And of the words you held back.
It was a secret only to me,
But I found out about what was to be.
In the given circumstance,
I am willing to forgive
So you'll break the fence
And take me before you leave.
BUT...the moment we do,
I will turn to look at you,
Command you to sit,
And inform you that my forgiveness is bullshit.
Simply because I want to
Do karma's dirty work
And give you a fear so new
It'll wipe of your spiteful smirk.

OK. I'm done. Amen.
And don't ask me what I was thinking about when I wrote all this.
Because I have no clue myself. Dammit man. Haha.

Shannya Jotted Some Thingamagiks AT 1:48 PM

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I'd like to live on an island. Where the sands are golden and the water turquoise. Where the sun is my friend and the moon my guardian. Where I am only with the people I love and people who love me. Where music is the only source of oxygen. Where I can do just about ANYTHING and nobody would give a fuck. Where unnecessary, materialistic things are just that. unnecessary and materialistic. Where money doesn't exist because we don't need it. Where the air is clean and the sky always blue. Where the only sources of light at night are from fire-flies and the stars above. Where I have everything i want. Where laughter never fades away. Where illnesses are non-existent. Where there is one race, one religion. Where there is no heaven and hell. Where I can sit around and have conversations with God. Where I can sit around and have conversations with myself. Where people are not afraid to say "I love you" and mean it ♥ Where nothing really matters. I'm a dreamer. So sue me.

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