Piracy is a crime

I teter on the sill of time
this night like every annual before
I circulate my ashen thoughts
to come to peace to shatter peacefullness

I know innocence cannot be lost
but naivete is taken
I know belifs can only grow to fester and to flourish
but for the fist time another fear as stirred among my thouights

yesterday a boy laughed and said that without my adorability I'd be nothing
If I wasn't so cute I'd be helpless
SHE agreed saying I would be just like her
Loathed.
I couldn't help but assent

I can use all the creams and potions cast spell
Spin in circles laughing point in bubbles
when I dry out and wrinkle will I be nothing but a husk?
A  lonely child in a crones shell

I'm not frightened of growing older
-I'm just scared of getting old
I've no problem growing wiser
but I'm terrified of growing up

and I can't help but wonder...is that all they really think of me?

carbon colored armistance
he asked me is i liked breakfast sandwiches
you'd shake your head in disgust, but I swear he looked as you
and acted as you do
sending me on imagined errands to spend more time with her with her
the other
but touching my arm on my way out

even when you cut them lose
the ones that light your blood will stay
too burn your heart with memories
to set your soul aflame

I swore the war was over
for the opposition had forgotten me
it seems that Fate has deemed it wise
to set it right in front of me.

Fellow Comrades in this army of one.
There has been no subsequent reports from our Western front.
Shed tears if you must, but I feel its safe to asume-
Phase one has been a sucess

I imagine I would meet you on the train or at a bookstore
as I leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette - I'd tilt my head
just so, before you spoke
like I'd expected you
my hair would fall across my face, my tiny waist (well proportionally)
accentuated by my skinny jeans and fur collared jacket, leather boots pressed
one against each right angle of the floor
my smile would spread slowly
my eyes would brighten and I'd laugh
so lightly you'd question whether it was there.

Perhaps you'd speak first
Then again I doubt you would.

I miss you, old man
with you old ways and cliched saying
repeating me a parakeet of mocking virtue
I like to keep those on their toes who like to watch me dance
about a feeling or a question
oh those many men I love
lets re ignite old acquaintances so
I can fall in love with their paramours
your lover is so sweet

as I write my fairytales

I'm too romantic for this realistic bullshit.

My spaceman floats beyond my reach
beneath my glass ceiling
I should slap him for staring up my dress, but his green eyes speak only innocence

my pen spins in the vacuum of space
my writing style-elegant and cramped and full of Je ne sais quoi
or something of sort to make him grimmace

He talks of stars that sing
of edges of the universe
of places he has never been

And I gaze out  at his rocket boots
his tousled hair and boyish grin
and know I am rather bad at this game of pretend

I press my hand against the glass
Alas, for I am not a starlit night
I am just a silly girl with ink stains in her eyes

my fingers spin across the keys
just so, he spins away from me
to places he has never been to places I will never be

 

It all began when her skull connected grass
last Tuseday
now walking is a pleasure

who knew crack of bone on bone, of bone to earth could provide this clarity?
now sudden movements make her sway in extasy
yes, its probably a concusion
but this swelling of the brain has yet to go away

She has the spins, her Alice eyes
marked on no spot celings
lying on beds of drunken courtesans smiling
I remember the  Absinthe we drank at sunrise had this feeling

What matters when the world is inside-outside-upside-down?
how could anything have drove her to such despair?
her energy is focused on dancing in a straight line
in spinning up a stair

It all began off-balance
Last Tuseday
and now.
 

But you don't see me in that golden light oh no
I'm more the villan conjured knave
but no matter how many times your feelings vibrate
I can't invite you into her heart

she says its not that your unwelcome
she just dosn't want you dropping in
He says its not that you're unwelcome,
He just dosn't want you near his skin

look, you can't really be that oblivious. He dosn't want you, she dosnt like you, he makes fun of you, and they avoid you. its not a subtle hint. I love your company, but if I have to choose between you and ALL MY OTHER FRIENDS I think your out of luck. You can't just call me all day looking for an invite when its not mine to give. They invited you to dinner because I felt so bad about it all day and you kept texting me untill he finally told me to either go home or pretend my phone died. How did I become the bad guy? Its not like I havnt tried to tell you to tone it down, you don't listen. Its not like I havnt tried. You have no reason to be mad at me, or tell me that I'm avoiding or excluding you. Maybe if you werent so hyper-horny and pushy around my best friend and her roomates and my boyfriend and his roomates we could spend miore time together. Oh, and stop offering out peoples stuff like my video games or Kits house. because thats kind of rude.

Hello dear one, thank you so for calously throwing  me into  sharp relief
so flouresent lights may examine my my pale and bruised epidermous
crawling with their seeking hands in dark and secret places. Tearing.

Your secret power is your microscope
showing my slides that prove how alone I truly am
a child of anotother time, the last of kind
oldfashioned

I lied, Jane didn't die.
I hid her underground in secret annexes and you my trusted one
you my dearest heart, sunk fairie ships with drunken lips
then stood by as [our] best friends collegues tore her bodily from me
her screams, my tears- you stood dumbly
and shot her in the head as I so prohesized.
forcing me to watch it replay
backwards, slow motion , for what? Entertainment value?

Did you really think I'd become something difeerent under the knife?
lose my manners and discretion?
laugh freely at sordid jokes
turning my hard won thing of beauty into muddy shame?
what was i thinking. Propriety is to much an academic  word  to be in your vocabulary.
oh scientists.

Your secret power is your microscope
showing my slides that prove how  unique and ugly a girl can be [ in your eyes anyway]
aquire all your data with skewed hypothesis
but I swear to God (whom I belive in, remember?)
I will never. Ever. Be anything else.

I bought a hamster named MAgee
dyed him blue with food colour
and now he lives in my purse

its not overreation to analyze your actions
I got an A in psycology, and I know first hand about repressed emotiotions.
I know from your childhood hero-worship its not a trait,
but I still find the fact that you beat your videogame wife disturbuing.

An air of...what? What surrounds me?
Calling boys of exotic means and beautiul features
Teasing, smiling, disrupting me?
Whats up beautiful?
A story you'll tell later
a beast you flattered
a creature who blushed, stuttered
and ran away

This last and final time you betray me
never again will I lie prostate to your gods, doubled over in submition to my own flesh
Haha I sold my pride for magic beans
I let them stick their eyes inside of me
now I'm sorting outside forces of control
planting rocks where nothing will ever grow

I keep the bottles lined up straight
they can fix you well these days, theses strange fingered wizards
with there condesending voices
and powdered potions
Numbness is a gift

This time next month I'll be flying
no more curling crying anguished gasps
vomit, fits, cold sweats and feinting
no more pain to make them stare and fret
just regulated sighs when I lie awake at night
knowing they are knowing

I'm begining too have serious second thoughts about this roomate situation.
I don't really think you have a right to critisize my salad dressing (especially when youd never think of eating it anyway, its lacking in creamy calories)
But I'm afraid that following me to my best friends house (whom you know hates you) just to hit on her roomate (whom you know hates you) isn't cool.

You know what else isn't cool? Touching my kitten in his no-touch zone.
Not even because its sexual (?). Mostly because I think hes been scared for life.

Also, you giggle in the creepiest way when you think your getting away with something. It kind of gives you away.
But we're still friends.

Love, Pie

 Okay so today I am going to meet my hero. (Claudio Sanchez) and my second-place hero ( Claudio Sanchez's Fro). So of course last night I had the best/most terrifying dream about him.

SO i went to a Coheed and Cambria show in theIndustrializedBAYOU for lack of a better term. It was dark and spooky and I don't remember if it was actually a swamp or just creepy old factory outside. There was a water wheel. Anyway so I'm jamming to God Send Conspiritor  when I relize there are the sketchy men creeping up behind me, so naturally I sprint off in the direction of the stage because Claudio's fro will totally save me.  Well Claudio drops his Theramin and pulls me up on stage and I of course pass out.
When I come too, I'm in a sterile dark dormitory with about 400 other girls. I wander around a little looking for a way out and find out that they've all been brainwashed into amplifying their love of Claudio and being his eternal Slaves. The creepy guys from before are standing gaurd. At this point I'm really sad because it looks like Claudio's the bad-guy. Why I wasn't brainwashed along with the others is up for debate. Could it be that I was already too in love with his epic-ness that it didn't effect me? Was I unconscious when the procedure was going on? Did Claudio purposlly not allow me to be brainwashed? Or was it just that it was my dream and it would be kind of pointless to brainwash myself?
Anyway, we were all herded through the huge factory by the creepy guys, doing random things. I see CLaudio a few times and it looks like hes sad, and like he wants to talk to me. So I sneak out of the dormitory past the creepy gaurds, and make my way to Claudios Lair, which is a giant indoor swimming pool? HE isn't there but there is allot of blood, and a ton of notes on yellow paper. I read them and come to the Conclusion that the brainwashing was all the creepy guys and Claudio was just a victem. Theres a note with my name on it and where I live I also come to the adressed to N.E.W.O. I also  conclusion that Claudio has killed himself or been killed by the creepy evil men. In despair I set the girls in the dormitory free and set the place on fire. I kill all the creepy men and inadvertently, A bunch of the brainwashed girls who hadn't been in the dormitory. For some reason my dream felt it necasary to show me a sort of crossection of the building and lable all the rooms that had people in them when I set the factory on fire.
Some time later
I'm at home with my friend Lauren and she's telling me to get over what happened. I'm still depressed that Claudios dead and the fact that I killed a shit ton of innocent people. I'm also super paranoid about the creepy men coming to get me. She leaves by way of the trevi fountain and I go to the attic for some reason. I'm all alone in the house and I start hearing something moving around downstairs, obviously the evil guys coming to get revenge. I start freaking out and run down the stairs into the arms of a blood-spattered CLaudio. ^_^ Happy happy ending to a scary dream. <3<3

Handwritten notes are lost on me
The romance is ruined in the uneven cursive
spinning, twirling round the page behind my eyes
you never stop to read them anyway
I can't keep time to your frantic feet
wait wait
Six is so long to me, but you, your time is ticking
100 years from now you'll still be wishing
I'd forgotten all the little things you sing

I'm not asking you too pick feathers off of flowers
one by one, making predictions out of feelings
shine that absolute vibe, I'm too naive
don't burn out before you burn me

I always laugh when you run by parroting my signal line
other four letter words suit so much more your tounge
don't let a lie ruin your mouth machine
the soft line of it means more than you'd belive
no when those boys are speaking
no when those boys are speaking
They're like me on a good day.
maybe when I'm medicated,

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Whose the scenest of them All?

Lips as red as slitted wrists
Skin as white as snow
Hair as black as ebony
with pretty bows all in a row.

[To be finished at a later date, because I'm late Im late Im late!]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urNyg1ftMIU
I <3 the Guild.

A termination of distress
comes not from talking over it
humanity's grand folly is to do what it knows; not best
peaceful of minds in pieces
by opening your mouth-machine or pressing tip to touch
Haha boy, you do what I've done
human nature, Courting Jester-King.

The waitstaff thinks I'm Carries twin
Anger and Joy, not conjoined just
two sides of the same coin

Hey boy lets move our mouths in  tandem
dig ourselves in a little deeper in
I'm into literal translation
If I called you Court would you understand the reference?
I didn't think so :D
If I spoke it would be messiahs riffs



 

Fmylife is over. My Life is Average makes me smile <3