April 2010
11 posts
pete wentz
“here’s to the kids. the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of whiskey and patrick or sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. here’s to...
“Just because someone goes to church every Sunday and sits in the front row doesn’t make his a Christian , love. You can have not gone to church in years and still be a better person than the ones who show up every week.”
My dad said this to me this morning on the way to work. He said he knew a man that had ruined a lot of people for his own gain. He told me he almost deserved...
And suddenly, I had to concentrate on breathing
Begin at the beginning. the first words he said to me were: what happened? show me? you look pretty. your welcome. Now the middle. i always seem to get caught staring at him, does that mean hes staring at me too? End at the end. we don’t talk, i stare at him all the time, and i actually have to stop myself from thinking about him to concentrate on other things.
teenage love, is not real. it might last a day, a month, a year. but the odds of it actaully becoming a real working relationship is slim. teenage lust on the other hand, is unstoppable. its unpredictable and exhilarating. the way you can look at him and feel like the breath has just been smacked out of you, causing you to inhale everytime he comes into view. its the feeling of butterflies in your...
when you were six, the funniest things in the world were knock knock jokes. now, our humour has evolved and everything is either funny or lame and you’re either funny or lame. sadly, according to my friends i fall under the lame category. in fact i am the leader of the lames. but why do we have to be one or the other? i lack severely in all round funniness but i know whats funny, i’m...
on a girls myspace today, i saw in her ‘about me’ that she loved poetry, that she writes and reads. i saw it and i was jealous. because she was brave enough to actually say she liked poetry, rather than just keep it to herself. i said i wanted to be different, i wanted to be better and braver. but how can i change anything when I’m still to scared to even tell people that i like...
we do not remember days; we remember moments
So i found this quote ^^ on a friends myspace, and seeing as no one actaully reads this and its pretty just me writing things to get them out in the open, i thought it was pretty safe to use it. i like it, because its true. i can remember the first moment i truely hated my brother, but i cannot remember that day. i can remember the first time i “attempted” self harm, but not that day....
So I saw this quote one day driving past a church centre place. it was
“In youth, we learn In age, we understand” i thought it was cute and shiz, so I wrote a peom based around it. its called ‘Elusive Unknown’ and it pretty much wraps up the crap i write on this blog. the meaning of life, all of that. enjoy if you can :)
The meaning of life It’s that elusive...
So heres another poem. Its called ‘The Quiet Is Deafening’ It is a Kelsey Original so enjoy :) Can you feel the beat, thrumming away It’s loud enough to make your shoes vibrate As the words that could save you are screamed Into your mind, you are sane again Hear the drums blow, creating the rhythm The entire feel of the moment, your moment To be alone, to not be yourself anymore...
symphony of hearts
you know how people say that eveyone has a talent, you’ve just got to find yours? well i don’t think i do. the only thing that i’ve ever been able to do remotely well, is write poetry, but even that isn’t good enough to stand out. this is a poem called ‘The Quiet Screams the Truth’ “Cutting like a razor, the silence takes hold Replacing this artificial...
Here in my hands, I hold the meaning of life. It’s not much. A bit of writing scrawled upon a sheet of crinkled paper. It’s sealed up nice and tight in an envelope. The seal has not yet been broken. No one has viewed it before. But yet here in my hands, I hold this meaning of life. Devastating. Possibly enlightening. That is, knowing your sole purpose to live. Knowing your every breath...