Under My Skin (Finished)

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I deleted a ton of old posts. I do believe it is for the best. I do believe this should be more of a poetry blog, so I kept the poems. It is quite incredible how much I have matured over these past few years. It's a bit saddening too, however it's good to learn and change.

Poetry is life put to words.

I can feel your sorrow
Seep into my soul,
Eating my heart
Taking its toll.
I can see it on your face,
The time and stress,
It weighs you down
Leaves you a mess.

You won't let me help you,
Won't let me stay.
I try to fight back,
You push me away.

Who are you hurting?
Why don't you see?
That everything you are doing,
Is killing me.

~ sometime at the end of sophomore year

A little midnight poetry

Restless mind with bloodshot eyes
I feel dawn creep on me

In thy bed, I know no sleep
And will it here to see

Without a doubt, I've made a friend,
Insomnia is he.

Cello playing

Playing cello in the middle of the night really is the best. I can sing and practice over and over until I get it right. Everyone is sound asleep. No one is giving me funny looks, no one is bothering me, the dogs are passed out on the floor. I look out the window to see an empty street. It's just me and my music. The enviroment is so beautiful. The sound of the cello is vibrant and colorful yet low, peaceful. I absolutely love it. This is what makes my summer nights mean anything.

♥Kay♥

Bad Kids by Lady Gaga

We don't care what people say, we know the truth
Enough is enough of this horse shit
I am not a freak, I was born with my freedom.
Don't tell me I'm less than my freedom.

I'm a bitch, I'm a loser baby maybe I should quit
I'm a jerk, wish I had the money but I can't find work
I'm a brat, I'm a selfish punk, I really should be smacked
My parents tried until they got divorced 'cuz I ruined their lives

[Chorus]
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I'm a bad kid, don't know wrong from right
I'm a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right
(This is my life)

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
(Don't be insecure)

I'm a twit, degenerate young rebel and I'm proud of it
Pump your fist if you would rather mess up than put up with this
I'm a nerd, I chew gum and smoke in your face, I'm absurd
I'm so bad and I don't give a damn, I love it when you're mad
When you're mad, when you're mad.

[Chorus]
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I'm a bad kid, don't know wrong from right
I'm a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right
(This is my life)

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
(Don't be insecure)

I'm not that typical baby
I'm a bad kid like my mom and dad made me
I'm not that cool and you hate me
I'm a bad kid, that's the way that they made me

I'm a bad kid I'm disastrous
Give me your money or I'll hold my breath
I'm a bad kid and I will survive
One of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right

Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby

TheEndOfTheNight

I'm working on writing a song and could use some constructive
criticism. Help?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AbLfUgogUH0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Quote

This quote really hit me and I agree with it. 100%. This was said by Ice-T in his book "Ice". Part 7, Chapter 15, page 213. He was talking about the loss of emotion in hip-hop.

"But as a G, being emotionally invested in something I had a hand in creating, I want the art form to stay lyrical, relevant, and talent-based. I admire the skills of the DJ, the skills of the breakdancer, the skills of the MC. When I hear artists saying, "Yo, I just want to get paper," that pisses me off. When you say you don't really give a shit, and you just want to get on the radio, then you're pop to me. And pop has always been my enemy."

<3

Gingerbread Coffin

we found an old doll that was out in the grass
she has special powers, we said a black mass
we sat in a circle, all holding hands
the doll bed held together with old rubberbands

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

we look down at the ground
and into her eyes
passed around an old teacup
filled up with dead flies

surprise, surprise

were brought but not used
a collection of knives
we'll remember this moment
for all of our lives

she'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
she's so pretty all laid out in white
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise in the night

lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
its a flickering beautiful sight
lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
when we need her she'll rise to the night.

Living My Life In The Summer

I just realized I should update this for future reference. In case I ever wondered what was going on at this point in my life. I'll do it in list form.
Yesterday, I recieved my Rasputina folio, How We Quit The Forest.
Today, Gunnar knocked down my cello and kicked it out of tune. That little brat.
I'm currently digesting Subway.
Hmmm...colorguard is going well.
I have 4 days of Driver's Ed left and 2 days of Behind the Wheel.
Night surgeon is playing in the background as I type this.
I have a headache.
The second weekend in August (Sunday & Monday) are my Rasputina concerts that I plan on attending.
Fossil Ridge Fiber Arts is slowly gaining popularity. My mom and I are pleased.
The song has changed to Chase The Morning<3

I thiiiink that's about it. Cello is the most amazing instrument and I'm so happy and proud to have the ability to learn it. It's exciting. :)
Have a good one!

Skeleton Bang - Rasputina

What did you see today?

Yeah, I saw a skeleton banging his head on a tombstone in the cemetery.
The sun was out.
It was weird, I gotta say.

What did you do today?

I asked a skeleton, I said, "Hey, why are you banging your head in
that way, on a tombstone in the cemetery, on such a lovely day?"
He said he'd climbed out, when the sun came up at dawn. He just wanted
to see (he just wanted to see) what the heck was going on, in the
sunshine, in the graveyard, on down the hillside, all over the planet.
In the sunshine
In the graveyard
On down the hillside
All over the planet.

Who did you meet today?

I met a very special skeleton. He had a lot of curiousity about the
living world.
But that's all that I will say about today.

♥Kay♥

This, My Porcelain Life

This, My Porcelain Life by Rasputina 

This letter, you get it
You burn it
Forget it
It's not what I meant to say
You might think me a scapegrace
Really a fugitive in decay
I exist here on an acre of nature
In the diminutive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would wager

My favorite hypocrite

You are a master at the commerce of friendship

So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life


You've axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I only tenuously ask you this question
Out of a census wish for clarity

You are a master at the commerce of friendship
So why put all of my feathers on?
I wrote you this letter, I'll send it
When this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life

My porcelain life
My porcelain life

I find it very breakable
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di ah da ah do
Ah da ah di da da ah do

My porcelain life 

<3 New Favorite <3

Filled to the brim, lights flutter dim, mind overload. Thought process
broke, nothing left to choke, actions misery bode.

♥Kay♥

Random occurances of poetic moments

I don't remember writing these. However, I know they're mine. Go
figure. I feel like I should copyright some of this stuff.

Music turned up loud
Drowning out the sound
Of this bleeding heart beating

You're untouchable unfathomable unknown to me
But for some reason I can't keep my bright eyes off you.

My thoughts are not my own

My confidence isn't what it used to be.
What's happened to me?
When all I can see,
are the mistakes I've made,
the lights that fade,
the debt not yet paid.
I want to see that light,
shining so bright,
during the darkest of night.
But that's not what I see.

Sign of the Zodiac

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?
Haven't you found that the systems for
Planning always fall?

Can you avoid what gave Daddy his heart attack?
Have you tried everything, anything
All to no avail?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Look all around you and notice you're not alone.
We want to give you the courage to
Go a different way.
Think of the love and attention we all have shown.
What did we do when we heard, well, we
All came right away.

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac?

I know what you need.
This will really work.
In ancient times, if you were sick
They make you bleed.
Oh, honey I know it hurts.

Do you believe in the Signs of the Zodiac? 

Eh. A little poem, a little message.

Everything's a lie,
Won't see eye to eye.
Believe what they tell you,
There's nothing they won't do.
Try to take me,
You'll never break me.
But try not to burn,
When it's your turn.

They'll pick you apart,
Starting with your heart.
Tear into little pieces,
The pain never ceases.
Will you crack and fail?