I'm in the mouth of madness
With a tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of Atlas
Now the world is crushing me


Luff Otep

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pure awesomeness man

a few ideas crossed my mind for this drabbles, but I made a choice because some didn't fit the limits

my house smells like lemon - we got that collar with the lemon POOFs to keep dogs from barking and one uhm...shock collar =/

my fav teacher is leaving to go to law school, wish her luck hehe

and the random movie of the year - lol I'll prolly have a few =P

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Ppoo1EJ-Vrc

for those of you who don't like NU Metal -

http://youtube.com/watch?v=s1R_txIuuio

hugs for all

I'll give you a few clips of the days throughout this week - thoughts, observations, actions...

(*) Dragging my ass, almost missing the bus twice in a row

(*) Bowers: "Going home early."

(*) Next three days - John, Jesse, Clint, me, "Where the hell is Bowers?"

(*) The feel of wanting to throw up because of all one person has done to you.

(*) Talent show ... pressured ... nothing thought through ... just momma ... three judges ... forgot lines ... dunno what I just said ... add libing to cover myself ... teacher took her sweater off as I was exiting, swung it over her head ... "I love you Leigh! Loved watching your sexy bod!" from my Lover, Chelece'.

(*) "You can use only hand written notes on the Applications of Science final exam"

(*) "How am I supposed to remember all the bones in the body? I don't even know how many there are!"

Mrs. B "I dunno, I'm not making the test, Mrs. Randolph is..."

(*) Cramming ... rewriting ... cramping ...

(*) Schlotzkeys...Degrassi...daddy being all too nice - I think he's worried...momma questioning my eating in a subtle way...

(*) Note : My sister's sick - from a boy. I don't want to know what all they've done.

(*) If I needed to, I could tell you the whole poem I was s'posed to recite, I don't know anything I ended up saying Thrusday night...

(*) Lies, lies, lies. If you're going to wear a discriminating symbol, you might as well stand up for it. Don't run away. Stop lying to me. Stop coming around me. Stop raising bile in my throat. Leave me alone. Don't call me.

(*) "Can you just not bring up me and you? Like...when you're talking to her?"

(*) "I think I might break up with him..."

(*) Thought : I thought y'all were broken up. No wonder I didn't hear it until he tried kissing me.

(*) Sonovabitch. I'm on that sickening mind roll again...




I'll be cramming for exams - sorry I won't be on much.

I think I've realized why I'm so anti-social in person.

Online I never had my parents wishing to be that perfect daughter, perfect at everything like my sister. Online I never had my sister suppressing all I wanted to say or do or be. Online I was encouraged to be me.

In person I have all the things weighing down on me telling me, "be who you are," but "only who we want you to be..."

How am I s'posed to work with that and pass school with straight a's, not go to parties with friends, not hang out with friends, be ragged on all day because I'm not normal, I'm not straight, I'm not all these things that people are so used to, accustomed to being right there and in reach.

And then because I'm different I have these people that steal from me and swipe from me all that I am, so now I'm lost and have no clue who do call Brandi and who to call Leigh. I don't know what's different, I don’t know boundary lines, I don't know...I just don't know.

So yeah...lovely me.

All those words that get choked down, they will come out somehow.

Life lies
Lies deceive
Love fights
Light is diseased.

What else is there to look forward to when you know you have nothing inside?


My love is granted to y'all anyways.

I spent my
whole life
In love with despair
Kept my lungs full
With the breath of thier
Mute atmosphere
I became
What I hate
And thus
Shall I remain
To give birth to a
Mighty assasin
Armed with a weapon of words
To defy the lies
To never compromise
No
Today
My name
Is pain
I stood
Beyond the world
Whispering secret syllables in the
Eyeless dark
Dancing wildly
Round and round on the rotting ground
Surrounded by the dead dusts of hell
This is how I delete myself
And this is how I corrupt
Everyone else


Otep Shamaya, man. She is a true, beautiful poet and artist.

Her song, "Suicide Trees"

I have summed my list of who I want to see live in concert down to three bands.

1) SLIPKNOT!
2) REEL BIG (fricken) FISH man!!!
3) LESS THAN JAKE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG. Slipknot especially.

Otep would be nice too...and Wicked Wisdom...

But those three ^.^

Random, yes...I know.

Hold on Beautiful - I feel a Tragedy

Poetry that I myself relate to.

558.Random Lyrics (from my song phase).Lying Is Fun Until It's All You Have Left

Oh, and as far as I've realized, although I don't know who Brandi is, though I do know who Leigh is, Brandi comes out often enough. All those blogs I write - when I'm under-limited - where I'm just saying stuff I've realised...they're ME. That's who I really am, the person I don't know anymore because I've tried to impress my parents so much, trying to be my sister. The real me, comes out when I don't even know what's going on half the time. That feeling where your head's goin to roll off your head from headbanging to Iron Maiden while youre with your parents with accessories...noticing how much they love each other and that I might just find a girl that makes me love her as much as she loves me. Although I don't know who I am, I guess this is a start.

As well as stepping up and realizing that guys need to stop using me because I don't WANT them.

I am beginning to focus more on my vampires and lesbians lately for some reason, if y'all don't want to read them, you prolly shouldn't read a lot of the stories I'm posting. Read the poems of course ! Those are staying the same ! ^.^

and mostly, their not the whole situation, their like...'clips' I guess you could call them?

*loves*

All added :::

558.So Called Life (suicide entries).Sirens Aren't the Perfect End To a Night

558.Passionate Ballads & Lore.Now Immortal, But By My Own

558.Passionate Ballads & Lore.From Thought, To Prose, To Wondorous Words

558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).Powerless : Air and Plot Thickened

558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).I Can't Live - So I'll Die Without

558.Passionate Ballads & Lore.I'll Forever Be

558.Humanism - reality of the human mind.Human Nature : Everyone Is

558.Humanism - reality of the human mind.The Gypsy's Symphony

558.Angelic Lyrics (love "Angel" poems).To Hell and Back In No Span of Days

558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).And Thy's Fear is Dubbed : Loneliness

558.Schizophrenic Shroud.Teary Eyed At Star Light

558.Random Lyrics (from my song phase).Heart Pumps a Toxic Taste

558.Vampire Souls (poems & short stories).Raining On the Worst Parade

558.Angelic Lyrics (love "Angel" poems).Therapy of the Gardens

558.Random Lyrics (from my song phase).Forged Hallucination

558.So Called Life (suicide entries).Real Estate

558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).Brass Knuckles On Broken Hearts

558.So Called Life (suicide entries).The Still Draws Nothing

Updating all around on my index. Poke around, might find something you like !!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0F3Rm8c3wP0

How true, how true.

I've noticed something today.

Either I'm engulfed in emotions, worrying myself, engulfed in what I'm not meant to feel. The most random events will tigger it, and I don't know why.

Meanwhile, when I'm supposed to feel emotion...I'm drained, like some emotionless, passion-free drone. Like I'm nothing, as if I never had been.

This is one of those times for the latter. I don't want to lose my best friend. I don't know what to do. I can't feel anything. What the Hell is wrong with me?

I think my daddy worries about me. He said he's kinda worried because I seemed to be unphased by the horrid moment in time. What if he's right?

Meanwhile, I also found I'm entirely afraid of saying my thoughts because I'm afraid that once the words are said, they weave themselves into the fabric of the world and stay there - with no way to reverse engineer what's been done. Forcing those things to roll into actuallity.

Because someone heard it, it will be stuck in someone's subconscious which will lead it into the opening.

I think I'm incredibly paranoid though.

This must sound very boring, but then, why read anything I put up here?

It's funny how fear for me is to be alone.
And yet I always seem to be.
I'm not quite sure how that works really.
But this is the last time I date a good friend of mine.
I always mess it up.
I hope he doesn't hate me because ... now I'm not so sure if I'm lesbian or bi or what. The question has just about always plagued me, but I never thought about it too much, and now I pretty much think I need to before I make more mistakes like this again.

Oh, and just about my whole school knows I at least like girls now. We have a monthly day of girls and boys split since our school is sooo small. I like it, it makes me feel a lot more comfortable. But anyways, today our conversation went from PDA to bad relationships.

I've been in a few of all types - emotionally destructive, verbally abusive. So. I just kinda told everyone and they all seemed fine with it. At the end we were all supposed to hug people around us and a lot of people came up to me and told me it took a lot of courage to say what I did.

I guess I'm pretty fine today, other than the whole last part of the day.

Although so many people believe that they can change the world just being themselves, no one really can. There's no point in crying over spilled milk, and there's no use in trying to change billions of people. No one looks the same way. No one feels the same way. No one is the same. No one is you. Stop trying to force and feign what's never been there. Live in your own world and enjoy the pleasure of your own rides. Never settle. Never convert to other people's expectations. Never change. Be you, and you'll be the most beautiful thing.

Does anybody know any good series out there?

I'm caught inbetween. Janet Evanavich isn't coming out with one for a bit, Pretty Little Liars is coming out this year, and i'm still waiting on "Midnight Sun" from Stephenie Meyers. I'm a bit stuck here you could say.

Anyone got anything good to keep my mind away from places I don't want it to be?

It's all fake. How is it that I'm always the one to fuck up?

Everyone else is so perfect, but i'm the lesbian, I'm the one who might not give my mom what she's always wanted - grandbabies. I'm the fuck up and no one cares.

I can even HOLD a realationship now matter how hard I try. I guess it's all just forced, it's all just fake.

I'm just a fuckin fake.

FUCK THE WORLD - I've wanted to say this forever, just Bob Marley wasn't always there for me like he is now - FUCK THE DISCRIMINATORS AND FUCK ALL THOSE WHO I MYSELF HAVE FUCKED UP

I want to start new...but how the hell am I s'posed to do that?

damnit...
life is stupid
why is it frowned upon that you don't want to live anymore.

That you're sick of who you are.

That you're sick of what you are.

I'd rather be nothing than the fuck up I already know I am.

You know, it's wierd. My parents understand that I'm...well you know, who I am. But it's like they're so happy together, I have always wanted to be in a relationship like theirs you know. Their just so perfect for each other so...right. They're exactly what each other needs. I always wanted to be in a relationship like that, and watching them drink together sitting there singing to songs together on the living room floor to my dad's iPod...it's like they expect me to be that. It feels like I can't, but I've always tried to...

I guess that's where I've always screwed up...I dunno. Well I've gotta go see my parents sing to the ending of "paradice by the dash board light"

I'm slightly intoxicated so expect that this isn't perfect haha!

I hope you guys have a love filled night though.

558.Second Hand Nostalgia

Check it, I've been meaning to put it up. I'll type out the first chapter soon, as well as start the second =P

Been taking a lot of new pics lately - most out my bus window haha. So that should explain my new pic.

I've been obsessed with Brand New lately, especially "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot." If You don't know it you should look it up. Their live version on IMX is my favorite, they have it on youtube.

Also I always have "Que Sera Sera" ringing through my head. The Pink Martini version. So my writings lately have been a bit wierd. I'll try to post 'em soon.