User Profile
Add Friend
Add Note
Track User
Send V-Gift
Singing for the Lonely
Created on 2004-06-02 20:19:54 (#3353101), last updated 2004-11-11
146 comments received, 169 comments posted
Basic Account [Gift]
38 Journal Entries, 0 Tags, 0 Memories, 0 Virtual Gifts, 2 Userpics
| Name: | cosmicgreen |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 11-29 |
| Location: | United States |
This is just poetry. My friends can find it if they're nosy, but I'm the nosy one among us. It's the window into my soul. It's open to criticism and praise, which is sometimes a lot more scary. Don't criticize if it's not constructive, that's just mean. My other livejournal is shnazzymazzy
Something I didn't think would turn out, but sorta did:
I had a bad day. A hand waiting to hit. It shouldn't feel wrong to be happy. It burns. A tear hits my arm. Nobody cares. All so insignificant. Let's go hide away. Making no mark 'til morning. They're only kidding, right? My heart is pounding. I'm still the one they blame. Need a little love to keep me lovin' back. I'll make it if I keep my pace. What color for me? Everything happened all at once. Do you understand? I don't. Life is sometimes that unfair. Someday, we will heal. I thought you might care. My broken heart doesn't mend at all. My world is upside-down and inside-out. Time is money, so I can't stop, honey. I hate all those people with the same friggin' shoes. I might not be as good as I used to be. You don't see me, not otday. The world underestimates my powers. Memories that made me cry. We're running out of time. We saw the city lights. Nobody can smell the way you make my heart melt and my head go bangbang. Just hold me in your arms, tonight. I try to get away from this life that I live. Through the blackened night she flies. The moonlight dancing on the water. The sun gets colder. I'm living this lie. I leave without a trace. Everything's changing, nothing is real. It ain't like my life is that complicated. Dazed and confused. Away, away, away you sneak. There are hidden surprises. Evil in thought, evil in mind. My eyes dry up. Am I what you really want? I can't wait for eternity. Crazy complication. Tranquil as the summer's heat. Heading towards the setting sun. Sometimes I just want to cry. Waiting to be used, thrown out. I won't get back up again. I don't know what to do. Can you make me stronger? Battles raging. Women crying. How different are they really? I always wake up. The sun trips and falls down. I told you so. It all builds up, it all falls down. Do not fear what will come next. Her heart still crumbles. How come I'm not having any fun? I put on a good face. Turns it into my last breath. My wounds don't bleed.
Something I didn't think would turn out, but sorta did:
I had a bad day. A hand waiting to hit. It shouldn't feel wrong to be happy. It burns. A tear hits my arm. Nobody cares. All so insignificant. Let's go hide away. Making no mark 'til morning. They're only kidding, right? My heart is pounding. I'm still the one they blame. Need a little love to keep me lovin' back. I'll make it if I keep my pace. What color for me? Everything happened all at once. Do you understand? I don't. Life is sometimes that unfair. Someday, we will heal. I thought you might care. My broken heart doesn't mend at all. My world is upside-down and inside-out. Time is money, so I can't stop, honey. I hate all those people with the same friggin' shoes. I might not be as good as I used to be. You don't see me, not otday. The world underestimates my powers. Memories that made me cry. We're running out of time. We saw the city lights. Nobody can smell the way you make my heart melt and my head go bangbang. Just hold me in your arms, tonight. I try to get away from this life that I live. Through the blackened night she flies. The moonlight dancing on the water. The sun gets colder. I'm living this lie. I leave without a trace. Everything's changing, nothing is real. It ain't like my life is that complicated. Dazed and confused. Away, away, away you sneak. There are hidden surprises. Evil in thought, evil in mind. My eyes dry up. Am I what you really want? I can't wait for eternity. Crazy complication. Tranquil as the summer's heat. Heading towards the setting sun. Sometimes I just want to cry. Waiting to be used, thrown out. I won't get back up again. I don't know what to do. Can you make me stronger? Battles raging. Women crying. How different are they really? I always wake up. The sun trips and falls down. I told you so. It all builds up, it all falls down. Do not fear what will come next. Her heart still crumbles. How come I'm not having any fun? I put on a good face. Turns it into my last breath. My wounds don't bleed.
Interests (150):
"falling" outta boats, abusing ejector seats, adding letters to things, avoiding all cleanliness, avoiding brand names, back-to-back power 10s, being around lotsa people, being blamed for everything, being called a crewbitch, being interested in 1000things, being logorrheic, being the enforcer, big words like circumloquacious, bright blue toilet water, burping at fancy events, callin' it the biffy, capilitizing random letters, carrying bajillions of waterbottles, chocolate for a change, chocolate-chip cookie-dough ice cream, chucking cell-phones outda window, completing challenges, conversation making in german, cooked beef tongue, cool aviator sunglasses, coolbeans with awesomesauce, corny self-help books, coxed singles, cracking my blood-stained whip, crew bitches in general, crew bitching oftenly, crewboysomg, cuddlepuddles in the park, cuddling in the park, cutting artichoke hearts out, discussing my blisters, doing corny romantic things, doing swivel-hips on mebed, drawing monkeys named marcus, dressing up jeans, dustificating, eating dinner early, eating kebabs sober, electric lamp post, eloquentice's icons omg!, evil-eyeing people into submission, exercising like a crewbitch, expectant waiting, fake banana smell, finding libras for libraboy, finding the short cut, fitting into bags/lockers/boxes/small spaces, flaunting my biceps, flip-flop tan, flipping off honking-at-me people, flying head first, flying to mars, foregoing the space bar, going through life backwards, going through possible scenarios, going to el gym-o, guys with height(6'3"+), having sore muscles, high concentrations of chocolate, hitting people with oars, horrible crew tan-lines, hugging trees inel sunshine-o, imagining life without shoes, imitating cry-baby sam screaming, inside roundhouses, interests with 10 words, keeping the lights on, kicking some major booty, learning cool dances, levelling the playing fields, life with mucho cheese, little orange flags, long filibusters, long-lived obsessions, lots of geniusing, lotsa potty breaks, lying in truck beds, making adjectives into nouns, making fools outta people, melons cut in half, milk-chocolate covered almonds, most people named sam, neon blue polka-dotted coffee-stirrers, non-pulpy orange juice, not being reasonable, not-a-cloud-the-sky kind of days, nutella'n'peanut butter on bread, obviously phallic symbols, offering crisps to maidens, old-fashioned boring sex, over-using cool words, people not stealing interests, pink watermelon umbrellies, playing with 51 cards, poetry spamming your asses, polka-dotted leg-warmers, pr-ing, pretty orange singles, putting new decorations up, reading the bondage files, removing lane lines, rocking to the west, rowing like we're flying, saying "i am cheese", scootering mini-me style, screaming like woah, sending my loving places, short-lived crushes, singing hecka loud, singing stuff i write, sitting on me arse, skid-mark fantasies, sleeping to loud moosic, slipping sex into coffee, smelling like sex, speaking in random-ass accents, spreekin' duits, stealing worms, stone cell-phones, striped socks for layering, swimmers in their speedos, taking naps all summer, taking the easy-way-out, tanzen wie eine kartoffel, teaching people howta erg, tears falling freely, telling you so, textbooks older than me, the smell of sunset, thinking outside the boat, too ultra low-rise jeans, turquoise tomatoes, two person push-ups, untying people's backs, using lots of adjectives, using metaphors and similies, very dirty mice, waking up at 5:15am, wankers on webcam, watching dorky movies, way too much dancing, wearing funky nobody-else-has-'em hats, writing hecka crappy poetry, writing on receipt rolls, yummy man smell
Friends [View Entries]
Communities [View Entries]
Feeds [View Entries]