I'm almost your average joe-siphina, but I have my shining moments of just plain weirdism. I have strong passion for painting, poetry, and idiotic stunts. I'm what a psychiatrist would call "special". I have friends, yay for me, but most are guys. There is a deep meaning to this, but to put it in simple terms...GIRLS SUCK! Yes I have friends who are girls, but don't fret ladies for you should not be offended, for If thought u truly sucked I wouldn't consider you my friend now would I? Anyhoo, I tend to express my feelings of the day, week, month, whatever, through poetry. Would you like a taste? Well open wide cause this is the representation of a day from hell:
Tell me why the pain won't stop
I feel it everyday
but for no reason
It lives, it breaths
inside of me
Like spawn of satan
Burning and screaming
I wish to
Just go off somewhere
Far from here
Far from society
The life in front of me
Whatever it's supposed to be
Away from the foes and the friendly
and just Scream
Just release all within me
Shatter glass with my fist
Kick to pieces the oaks of our past
Small pieces like my thoughts
All distorted
crazy
can't explain.
More hatred then love
then fear itself
Pray for death
death of drama, of tear
End the drear
Pull me up from the ashes
clear the dust
life shows through
A shadowy figure
dismembered and beaten
But alive
looking for the fight of her life
I just need the rush
I need the adrenaline
Heh can't quite remember why I was so pissed, but it most likely involves an overly dramatic fat bitch who loves to threaten to beat my ass down behind my back and spread rumors about me to the who don't know me!!! GRRRR! UGGGG! whew! Alright i'm cool, BUT SHE'S NOT SO SHE SHOULD BURN IN THE DARKEST PORTION OF HELL! Ehem...anyways