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| She's a fat little insect, dancing on all fours.... |
[11 Dec 2004|11:33am] |
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The wind out my window, and the frost covering my eyes has lead me far astray. Far from the realm of apple blossoms. I've planted my seeds under the cages and new tree grew. During these cold seasons, it's given birth to a ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) __zoomusicgirl....
No yellow brick road, no maps, and no street signs. Just follow the staff and the minion notes....
.Elizabeth.
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| They took me from my home and put me on death row. And I'll say again Im not afraid to die... |
[05 Dec 2004|02:46pm] |
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I am leaving cuz I love you, I am leaving cuz I don't. And I am hoping you will follow, and I'm praying that you won't. I am captive in your presence I will melt before your eyes. But I still crave your approval, and I'm helpless when you criticize.
You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked, but I'd decorate the threshold just in case you knocked. What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know. And who might be in the corners I will never ever show
Who said that love would linger? Who said that love would last? When we cannot seize the moment and we will not leave the past. I don't think I was afraid of you but how could I be sure when with every altercation you were showing me the door. Well here I go...
Cuz it's written on your body -- it's on the tip of your tongue. The look in your eyes, in the glare of the sun. The touch of your cold fingers, when you say goodbye. The way that you linger, the way that you lie. The touch of your fingers, the look in your eyes. The way you accuse, the way you deny...
.Jonatha.Brooke.
.Elizabeth.
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| And the truth shall be told.... |
[04 Dec 2004|04:08pm] |
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A-freaking-mazing. My god in a rainbow scheme.
Nixa is LOVE.
by twowintersonly
.Elizabeth.
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| You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize.... |
[25 Nov 2004|08:13am] |
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On nights like this, when the world's a bit amiss and the lights go down across the trailer park. I get down, I feel had. Feel on the verge of going mad. And then it's time to punch the clock.
I look back on where I'm from, look at the woman I've become. And the strangest things seem suddenly routine. I look up from my Vermouth on the rocks. The gift wrapped wig's still in the box, of towering velveteen.
Some girls, they got natural ease. They wear it any way they please. With their French flip curls from perfumed magazines. Wear it up, let it down. This is the best way that I've found to be the best you've ever seen.
I put on some make-up, turn on the eight-track. I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf. Suddenly, I'm Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen, I'm Miss Beehive 1963, I'm Miss Farrah Fawcett from TV. Until I wake up and I turn back to myself.
I put on some make-up, turn on the eight track. I'm pulling the wig down from the shelf. Suddenly, I'm Miss Punk Rock Star of stage and screen. And I ain't ever....
....I'm never turning back.
.Elizabeth.
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[17 Nov 2004|05:55pm] |
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I’m not a girl for words, and I probably never will be. After all thee years of living, words just mean so little to me. Isn’t that sad? Yes? But I’d have it no other way. I’ll put that all away in here, because this is one of the best places for words, cheap or not.
Thoughts flutter freely inside of me. To try and catch one with words almost seems like a sin or a crime. No, it’s is a fault, not a crime or sin. Crimes and sins are just fancy ways for people to pass judgment like a soiled rumor, from one to the other. There, it’s just more proof of how deceiving words can become.
Now here I sit, condemning words after I’ve been condemned by the ones above and the ones below me. A vicious cycle, or just plain vicious? Either way; this awakening makes me want to turn invisible, or just turn a cold shoulder to it. So, I’m still resting here, banished from the guilty and banished from the martyrs. In the middle ground. My own Limbo, in the land of the martyrs filled with guilt....
.Elizabeth.
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| If this is Heaven than I'm bailing out.... |
[16 Nov 2004|07:32pm] |
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My hands leave trails through the dust, like music of a dead language that all have forgotten. It's keys were melted into the locket that he gave you. The one you've held dearly, and the one you've taken from me. Once I reflect, I realize I'd much rather have the un-welded keys rather than his venomous kisses. I can even see them blister on your body. Like trembling ripples in a lake, afraid of what they know, and of what they don't.
As I breath in, the dust embraces me and enters my lungs. I feel sorry fir them, the dust is now inside me. It’s ugly inside of me, so I let out a cough and pray they can see beauty again. The dust absconds through the air to seek a new place of rest, until another forces them from their homes. I whisper “I’m sorry, for my selfish breath.” and pray they hear it. The fall down and rest their tiny heads. As I turn away, I sigh goodbye, and walk farther with each step.
If only people listened as well as the dust does.....
.Elizabeth.
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| The blisters on my lips will tell you that I'm not the most carefull girl.... |
[14 Nov 2004|08:57pm] |
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I am a crooked man, and I’ve walked a crooked mile. Beneath this hump of troubles, sir, I’ve climbed many a stile. The moon was like a gilded horn within a maiden’s midnight gown. In a forest dark with whispering, I lay my troubles down.
Dementia, sir, I do not know, nor sleeps dim premise did entice. But like a mob of crucifixes, sir, the trees came looking for a Christ. Their trunks were clad in sequined gowns with cheap trinkets every place. Their painted nails were driven, our broken oaken embrace.
I recall, dear sir, their promises. Their primetime scented cries. Bit in the winter of these ever-deads, I learned of their device, unfinished lies, lies, lies....
.Nick.Cave.And.The.Bad.Seeds.
.Elizabeth.
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| You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.... |
[03 Nov 2004|05:13pm] |
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I’ve been brought up a certain way by my parents. Certain parts of my upbringing I don't agree with, and certain parts I‘m glad I was taught. One of these, that I do agree with, is something I was told by my mother and father ever since I can remember. Never talk about religion. When a subject is that strongly believed in, it's easy to offend anyone to everyone. But people seem to be mixing religion and other opinions they have. They've made this election so extreme and vital that they've made it into whole new believe structure, it's their new religion. Government is merely people running people, and now they ones on the lower side of the chain have begun to worship their golden ideals or mere mortality, just like themselves.
People dictate their opinions, without listening to the others, and are ready with a curse or insult on the tip of their tongue. The mimic the speeches made from their chosen few on a pedestal of playing cards. And when the winds whisper, the truths come towering down. So go ahead and screech and roar like thunder about your recycled ideas and cancel your opponents voice out. It doesn’t really do anything, because when you’re finally heard, things go and change on you. After all, nothing is permanent but change....
.Elizabeth.
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| Does this make you angry little demon?... |
[02 Nov 2004|05:14pm] |
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Heh, silly people. You find comfort in your asserive and stateful words. You use them to blanket yourself from the truth. You complaine and squint and hide your eyes from the sun, when it's really what you need to be seeing. And as a girl coming from the shadows, I think know. You've all set up your web of morality, just to ge tangled up in it. You create a wall of mortality, and get crushed under it as it falls. You're just like the ones you condenm, and the only difference is they're not the one's claiming to be holy. You're just like us...
.Elizabeth.
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| Kisses my face, and pulls my hair.... |
[01 Nov 2004|05:23pm] |
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There's a nail in the door, and there's glass on the lawn. Tacks on the floor, and the TV is on. And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone. There's a blade by the bed and a phone in my hand. A dog on the floor and some cash on the nightstand. When I'm all alone the dreaming stops and I just can't stand.
There's a shark in the pool and a witch in the tree. A crazy old neighbor and he's been watching me. And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall. Something's under the bed, now it's out in the hedge. There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge. And I hear something scratching through the wall.
What should I do I'm just a little baby. What if the lights go out and maybe? And then the wind just starts to moan, outside the door, he followed me home. So goodnight moon, I want the sun. If it's not here soon, I might be done.
No it won't be too soon 'til I say goodnight moon....
.Shivaree.
.Elizabeth.
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| I roared, and I rampaged.... |
[30 Oct 2004|12:13pm] |
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....I heard he was gonna marry some girl from Boston. Then my sister came over, she had the Sunday paper with her. There was the girl on the social page, she was looking in love and all engaged. Well, I decided then that she doesn't take a very good picture.
I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker. It was childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target. I couldn't be happier on my own, but I've got the slightest of a jealous bone, and seeing her with him tends to enlarge it.
It may be my family's jealous nature, that’s rubbing off, bringing out unlady-like behavior. It sure isn’t kind to judge a stranger, but I don't like her. She may be an angel who spends all winter. She’s bringing the homeless blankets and dinner, a regular Nobel Peace Prize winner, but I really hate her. Inside her head may lay all the answers, for curing diseases from baldness to cancer. She's the salt of the earth and a real good dancer. But I really hate her....
I'll think of a reason later....
.Elizabeth.
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| Tomorrow always sounds better than today, but it can hurt twice as much.... |
[23 Oct 2004|12:53pm] |
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Perfection is an imaginary word. The few things that are close to that idea is a cry that makes you feel good, and staring out a window. Anyone can feel them, anyone can see them., even me. As the truck drove down the high way, the window’s glass held my head in just a way that made me smile. The bright colorful trees flew by my eyes so quickly it looked like a used drop-cloth. The few trees that were stripped cold and bare held my sight for as long as the truck’s speed would allow. I wanted to grab a hold of their extended arms, grasp their branched, and just go where the wind moved us. We’d both pull up our roots and stand on the soil’s top. But as quickly as I could blink, the truck pulled my hands away, and I only could wave. The tree’s must have seen, because they waved back...
You didn’t even wave when you chose to leave, and until recently I still stood, waited, and waved. But now I know where I’m wanted and the tree’s holding me proves it....
.Elizabeth.
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| Even the deaf can hear your hate.... |
[14 Oct 2004|06:48pm] |
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They waltz down the streets with the stars out to guide them. Time seems to stop and rest for a bit. He never teaks a break, and now seems to be of the best times it seems. He placed his ever moving hands down besides him and kicks off his shoes. He has a bruise under his left eye, everyone beats up on Time. They6 don’t blame each other, only him. They always claimed that Time wasn’t on their side. Always having to keep up. It’s not his fault, it was just fate. They hate their tendencies to be late, and wrinkles of age and Time’s passing. I love the toll of time. It allows stories to happen and be told. And I never seem to be happy, maybe later on will be better. Tomorrow always sounds better than today.
So, I just sit and watch them twirl and sway. I try to remember the repetitive steps, but things never did well if I knew of them in advanced. I manage to get by, by letting it all happen and fallowing on it’s coat tails. Their gowns shimmer and shine almost as bright as the painted porcelain faces. Which shine almost as bright as the stars guiding them. As they dance on the cobble stone, I just hide and watch. Just little old rag doll me. I don’t mind being the girl on the side, with the stitched up simple dress. My stitch lines tell stories, just like Time’s passing. Maybe we have more in common that I thought. But I won’t interrupt his rest, I’ll just watch and listen. It’s comfortable in the shadows.
It weird, you seem to think I need rescuing from here in the shadows, but I don’t. They’re the ones to dance with me in the street when no ones around, or when it rains, or even when it snows. I’m not the one in distress, sometimes I feel like it’s everyone else who is. So you can either leave or stay with. I'll be here with the shadows, who's hands are holding mine waiting for our turn on the dance floor....
.Elizabeth.
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| .Gin.Blossoms., you took the words right out of my mouth.... |
[13 Oct 2004|09:45pm] |
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...They push and pull until it breaks in half. I'd never trust a guy with a nervous laugh. Who's worried about the smallest things, while the world is coming....crashing in
Who's to say what's right or wrong if I stand out in the rain too long. Filling up my drinking cup when I know I've had much more than enough.
Write in the pages of my notebook, but they never sound the way they look
Kicking at this old tin can. And I wonder where the hell I am...
....I can’t figure you out.
.Elizabeth.
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| I was in your matress back in 1982.... |
[13 Oct 2004|09:19pm] |
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You'd better be careful. It could be dangerous to touch...
...somebody's past...
.Elizabeth.
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| Sad songs and waltzes are in this year..... |
[13 Oct 2004|11:32am] |
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A day late, but it's there for all to see....
THE ULTIMATE SILENCE
October 12, 1998
Listen to the mustn'ts, child.
Listen to the don'ts.
Listen to the shouldn'ts,
The impossibles, the won'ts.
Listen to the never haves,
Then listen close to me ...
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.
~ Shel Silverstein
Six years ago today, Matthew Shepard was murdered for being homosexual.
What will you do to end the silence?
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.Elizabeth.
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| Imagination now sets in.... |
[09 Oct 2004|03:43pm] |
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My Day Yesterday:
 Woke up, but I really just wanted to stay sleeping.
 Went to school to get smart.
 Then I had lunch with my frinds.
 I had a study with Cassie.
 Then I went home and ate some more.
 Then I went out and had lotsa fun.
 Then I got eatin' by a shark (haha, just fooling, I didn't)
 And my sister came home for a visit, and I'm going to be with her today. xoxox.
.Elizabeth.
ps: credit for the pictures goes to kumiko_icons .
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| Parting is all we know if heaven and all we need of hell.... |
[06 Oct 2004|03:41pm] |
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The leaves changing, and I feel like I'm the only one without colours. Everyone else has a reason to spread their bright feathers out for all to see, and I'm bare. Everyone is wrapped warily up, and I'm left to pull my scarf tighter to me. My hands a left empty and cold. Just the girl of grays again, but at least it's familiar.
The vivid colours hurt my eyes, but the chill I feel inside matched the one I now feel on the out side. Soon leaves will be just like how I feel, incomplete and exposed. But then I'll find comfort in them, and they'll stay by my side all winter season long. Their branches will stand tall and content with what they are, just like I hope one day I'll be. They'll sway and dance in he breeze while I fallow on the ground bellow. But just as soon as I wake one random day, and seasons will change....
Soon the ground will defrost, and the trees will grow their leaves and cover their true forms. They'll reach the sun, and match the colours of everyone's souls. I'll stand there, in my grays, thinking of the times we've had, and wished for one more day of it. The trees will grow beautifully and feel free still with their feet on the ground, but at least one of us will....
.Elizabeth.
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| And if you're going my way.... |
[29 Sep 2004|05:19pm] |
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Came home, and shut the door behind me. I shut the window and walked away. The sheets were cold as I curled up. My eyes are still open, because if the world changes out my window, I don't want to miss it. Because I'm sick of missing you....
What's worse, is that you were never there, and I should have nothing to miss. Funny how I never seem to work the way I should....
.Elizabeth.
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| Maybe some .f.a.i.t.h. would do me good..... |
[28 Sep 2004|06:57pm] |
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Was it wicked of me to respond to your words in such a way? Well, I apologize for my uncouth actions and the harsh words said, if it's so. I feel sorry for my way of reacting, and for my rude attitudes and thoughts. The one thing I do not apologize for was my feeling of anger. Your words were distasteful and deficient. You have the right to speak them, but I have to right to feel the way, which was hurt and resentment, I did. I might not have had the right to say, do, and think the things I did, but the feelings stay. I apologize, once again, for my form of conduct towards you and your views and complaints of people. But I still feel discontent with what you've said....
I've said my part, and offered my peace. Take it for it's value, and if not, then just leave it be and let the pieces fall where they may....
.Elizabeth.
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