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1:17 AMI have teeth two Lips a Tongue Forming words meant to be sung Though the melody is loose inside my head A bundle of notes -- these words I've said come out in pieces, never clear1:17 AM
I have two hands two legs with feet Yet this body's incomplete . robotic steps and twisting arms says no too easily and finds harm in all the smallest things, so much to fear
kept the lights on in my car kept them off in pouring rain will you keep me sane? clenched my teeth and held my breath let the sting scare me to death loving every minute of


FearI am the kind of person who always is living in fear.Fear
fear of rejection, fear of death, fear of the unknown, and fear of failure.
I fear that I say too much... or say too little. I fear that what i say will be taken the wrong way... or even the right way for the wrong reasons. I fear every word, every action, every blink of an eye. They all have deeper meanings -- messages to me and me alone -- telling me i am not smart enough, pretty enough, talented enough, good enough.
I fear the world. I fear that all those bad things that happen to others will soon happen to me. I fear my enemies... even when I have


The Messsome say that love is like a flame or love's a battlefield some say love is a losing game or love is like a shieldThe Mess
Love's more an uninvited friend who, when he comes to call will take your water, break your bread -- leave you with none at all.
Love's a clumsy glutton who, when, first, he sits to dine will break your dishes, loudly chew, stain linens with your wine.
Love sleeps upon your feather bed. You sleep upon the floor. Love breaks the silence in your head with groaning, juicy snores.
And finally, the day you find &


wastedi have been wasted.wasted
my beginnings, my middles,
my ends all drowning in slow decay
i have been wasted.
pearls cast before swine the lovely mixed with the ungodly the saint among the sinners
oh, what has love done for us? and what love have we yet to feel? for nurture for feeding and for clothing for sacrifice love has been wasted as love of oneself
i have been wasted.
time kills and we are all dying.
all drowning in slow decay
love has been wasted.
| I'm helena. I'm a girl. I live basically in a forest. I like Stephen King, Lady Gaga, and Monk. I have seizures when I sing. I like playing piano and taking random pictures. I'm going to Brigham Young University next year. Yeah, I'm Mormon. I love anything paper. Water is my favorite beverage. I've been to France, but I was disappointed. All that's in Paris is dirt and porn. I dress like a pirate at school on a regular basis. I've also been a swamp monster, Heidi of the Mountains, a gypsy, and a ladybug as I've walked the halls of my high school. I like alternative rock, symphonic metal, hip-hop, classical piano, new age, and female country. I love boys way too much. There was a point when I loved My Chemical Romance so much that I wouldn't write my name without WE ARE THE BLACK PARADE scrawled underneath. Even on standardized tests. Christian Bale, Gerard Butler, and Cilian Murphy are three very attractive actors. At times all I do is think. Vijay Singh is my favorite composer. "tutto il di piango" is my theme song. I have stuck my tongue to a frozen telephone pole. It took ten minutes before I finally just ripped it off. It bled a lot, but I'm okay now. Pocahontas, Hercules, and the Little Mermaid are my favorite Disney Movies. My favorite place is my bed -- and I still sleep with a blanket even though I'm almost nineteen. I'm going to be a music teacher when I grow up. As a side job, maybe I'll save the world. I don't drink coffee, tea, or alcohol; and I don't see rated-R movies. I have super long brown hair. I work at a Jewelry Store and it's really great. I have been in theater, but my directors only saw me as a singing machine so I never got any real acting parts. I have liked the same guy for almost three years and I consider him my best friend. He's dating someone else, though. I like going to poetry readings, trying new food, reading random books I find at garage sales, and listening to music that I've never heard. I love the feeling you get when you're listening to an extremely powerful song and your soul lifts you up and up until it almost leaves your body. I love Eric Whitacre. As a child, I would read Terry's Village catalogs. I was kinda goth in Junior High, but now I wear uber bright colors and scare everyone even more. I like attention, but I love being alone. I love "The Phantom of the Opera," "Evita," "Sweeney Todd," and "The Secret Garden" I scrapbook like no other. I'm sure you're sick of reading this. So now I'll stop. |
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Member of Club Ex-po-zure
I have waited long for this day - The fear
Don't worry...we will meet again someday -The Sorrow
Be yourself.....an original is worth more than a copy
''its imperfect art that is often the most interesting and expre
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Great Depression
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