

As Told By...Sometimes, I feel like my life is a sitcom. No, seriously. I feel like as I walk down the street, to and from classes, or even to my car after work, that I'm being followed. Not in that creepy I'm-being-stalked-by-random-rapist way, just that all eyes are on me all the time. As I look at my surroundings sometimes, I think I catch a glimpse of a camera or a microphone out of the corner of my eye. It almost excites me, this feeling that people actually want to see what I'll do next, where I'll go or who I'll meet. I think I'll be sad when my show is canceled. My worAs Told By...


JamesThey had met in junior high, a time where emotions and hormones ran rampant. Both boys were fighting over a girl's affection until they learned she chose to go after another boy instead.James
Martin and James. Both realizing how stupid they were for arguing over this girl. Became fast friends.
They played football together, double dated, spent many nights at each other's houses, were with each other through thick and thin. James comforted Martin when Martin's mother died, Martin provided support for James when James' girlfriend committed suicide. The two were inseperable.
Cue graduation. During a night of dru


comfortable in one's own skintwitch feel grab grope lust d e s i r ecomfortable in one's own skin
a foolish boy wants
a foolish boy wants a foolish boy
hide now; don't let them see you! to be seen is surely to be disgraced to know your true feelings would mean the end of the world!
denial disgrace distrust disgust
a foolish boy wants a foolish boy who cannot be discovered; cannot be caught; cannot be found; cannot be made public.
circumstance prevents the joining of two into one whole
to hide  


Purposeful Proposalsthe lovely lyrics fleeing from your tongue -- such calumny coupled with such a cache of clandestine glances eyelash prances and twilight dancesPurposeful Proposals
the grip of your hand against my arm -- such soft seduction meshed with such a pulling power of purposeful proposals cherished touches torn in pieces
the echoing light emanating from your eyes -- such haunting invitation harnessed with such a longing of lavishness and lust languishing love forever faultering
the festering infection within my heart -- such flawed logic linked with


Lust ForsakenWith eyes that drink Like alcohol, You look at me with An intoxicating glare And I come under your influence With just a glanceLust Forsaken
The purest of pain Descends now As I wake from the night of Indulgence; Too much. The weight upon me now Crashes me into you, once again.
Faultering steps I take to your tomb For I know what lies beneath fresh wounds; The throbbing of my heart And the pulsing of my feet Keep me pushing, robotically, To wonder and prod my way Back to you.
Peeling away At dead skin on
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i'm in love with Requiem.
i think i'ma watch ya.
okies?
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"But happily ever after fails
And we've been poisoned by these fairy tales..."
~ Don Henley, "The End of the Innocence"
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the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart and my head...
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Support bacteria: it's the only culture most people have.
-K
And another cool something was the APC lyrics for you LJ scroll bar.. Albiet horribly confusing. Sorry, I'm sure you're perfectly alienated now.
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And Charlie. Don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he'd ever wished for.
~What happened?
He lived happily ever after.
Okay, not quite new, but still... maybe more like someone I actually know off of THIS site. Yes.
I'm babbling. :sweatgrop:
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