When Sound Bites Back:
"It never comes out the way it wants to
the words I never say. Double negative and degnified. Reclaimed spirit drawn back to a new day- for nothing else exhist if not for that. Weak willed, not stubborn. Fingers slip, mouth shut. Can't drink nothing without a cup. Razor sharp, thrown like darts. Hurling fast towards the target. Post marked, not on a letter never sent. There's a lot of 'never's in this case; backed up by man-kinds nelegance. Sliding down, goofing around. Hope no one drowns on 'freaking sound."
R.K.~PinkKitty1 8/7/09 (5:16 A.M.)
Stupid Escapades- Another Fallen Dead:
"If I told the world I hadn't any longer they'd think I'd die. The way things are, are the way things are suppose to be. Stale and concerned over stupid things. It really doesn't matter anymore; maybe I just want some damn attention- probably that pathetic. Even while having a good time, still feel an undertone of sad- sometimes disappointment too. Should get some help, or meds. But that's not going to happen; not that it ever was... Guilty for living, slight suffering commences when I lay awake at night. Sounds tiresome 'cause it is. Things barely change; and all I do is complain... but despite all that, there's still hope if anything else doesn't hold up; it'll be hope that does....... Okay dokey- grownin' old, still want to try and be the best person possible, with being screwed up in the head and all. Excuses barely pass as an logical explanation for immaturity. Got lots more years, and it ain't gonna be easy- people will lose touch- but that don't matter; suppose to grow outside and extend your horizons, and whatnot. People seem to keep dieing like leaves fallin' off a tree in the fall. Heaven's a magical place of wonderful, blissful, eternity- I bet I won't go there like this; or at all. Rotten, ungrateful, brat- don't mind me and my escapades. Emotions are stupid; and so am I."
R.K.~PinkKitty1
3/21/09
(7:43 P.M.)
No Trust Here:
"So paranoid.
No trust.
In anyone.
Anymore.
Ever again?"
R.K.~PinkKitty1
2/12/09
(12:35 A.M.)
since I wrote an actual 'heart-filled' journal entry.
It's not that I don't want to; it's just I don't care anymore. I don't take the time to 'think out' my feelings- that seems worthless to me- as of these current days. And when I look back and read old stuff, I can always find repeating themes (particularly when those journal entries are close in time period); and I usually find that annoying. ...So, I guess I'm just an ass; I guess I'm now a jerk. I used to be an 'angel', and now I couldn't give a f*ck.
But, ...Sometimes, you just gotta let things go- it's about time I made new memories to keep and collect in 'my past'. I'm a Senior now, and when I started to 'learn about myself, for myself' I was about to be a Sophomore- that sh*ts over now- I gotta try in the present.
Now, I'm not saying, "I'll never care again." I'm just saying, "I'm not that old PinkKitty1 anymore...", and I never will be, again.
R.K.~ PinkKitty1 12/2/08 (1:22 A.M.)
Unsure No More.
"When you can't seem to piece things together anymore;
it seems like everyone's an emotional whore.
Trampling on the true meaning of things;
Over eccentric;
completely oblistic.
You take a long walk- about a mile and a half-
and you realize:
Thing's don't have to stay where they are...
You can change your own life,
you can live,
and be,
the one you want to be.
You could quit on all you do now;
and start over again- and again.
You can 'remake' yourself;
a whole new whole,
and smile onto the world once more-
that's a second chance-
right?
Pour your soul out-
RIGHT INFRONT OF A CROWD;
release your inner being!
Let them see what you feel!
Bring forth your dieing wrath;
you deserve a moment in time-
where it's-
"ALL MINE!"
.......
I believe in you,
I want you to believe in me...
Give me another chance;
let me change me!
I love you like...
a righteous person-
A soul with beautiful dignity.
Romance can be wasted;
but that's not what I see here. :)
I see a person,
with a smile on their face- that means nothing-
who wishes to save the world;
along with themselves...
Forgive me,
for, I too am human.
I fail to understand,
and comprehend,
when you needed me-
and I want you to understand;
I'M SORRY.
...I'll try to be there,
right by your 'injured' side;
so to help,
and hold,
you up when you need to cry-
but you just won't let yourself.
Not a moment to denia,
but everything you ever felt;
in this damn humanity.
Let's not blow each other up;
let's not scream in each others ear!
Let's grow into real humans;
and draw out a constant pleasant state.
Let's grow old enough to say,
"I really liked it in the old days."
and smile with tender feelings we share;
not really with each other-
but the things we shared."
R.K.~ 11/6/08 (10:22 P.M.)