Birth

Do you remember the times when the times were like death?

Sink to this scrape on my arm maybe it will take us there

Of souls that flowed like wedding gowns and symphonies in red

The dream of light where no one trod, before our smiles turned to lead

*I’ll bring you back my love, we’ll twirl on the ballroom floor

Our shoes’ll tap among the leaves that fall with the only melody we know

Twinkle-dark eyes dared to look to the skies and sang hope before they were burdened with life.

I go there in dreams; it’s as we left it; it’s the same

My eyes still sparkle, sometimes I hear the sunlight call my name

As it hits the floor, like drowning ore among the leaves that don’t decay

And every time I die a little I close my eyes and see those days.

The dream of light where no one trod, before our smiles turned to grey.

*I’ll bring you back my love, we’ll twirl on the ballroom floor

Our shoes’ll tap among the leaves that fall with the only melody we know

Twinkle-dark eyes dared to look to the skies and sang hope before they were burdened with life.

By Moi

My room is now organized and the colour of a very excited apple.

I found the intro post I wrote a long time ago, and I figured since this is only my third entry, I can get away with shoving it up here. Et Voila, c'est tout:

I like: music that’s catchy, innuendos, wicked crazy thunderstorms, makeup on boys, smiles on girls, jumping up and down, safety pins, sleeping, photographs, the way Tim Armstrong swears, stripes, contemplation, people from my favourite bands being complete idiots (*cough!RidingInVansWithBoyscough!*), taping things to my wall, being with people who love who I am, straight boys, straight girls, drag queens, gays, lesbians, trannies, pans, and anything else along those lines you can think of.

I am: female, of East Indian decent, short, open-minded, awkward, quietly out-spoken, unsure, alive, very hard to anger, broke, probably pansexual (I think… maybe…), 16, Canadian, reluctant to come out to my parents, Liberal, shy, Erin.

I do not: know much about computers…, judge others, or have the right to, know anyone famous (although Tre Cool pointed at me once and smiled and it was great!), enjoy the screamo scene in my town - too trendy!, like most rap-artists, have enough money to by Vans and Converse and all that crap, want a Mohawk… ok maybe I do just a little, judge, want to be like everyone else, cut myself, hold the contents of my stomach in when I smell rotting food, own an iPod, or live in an igloo.

So um… hi…?

Heeey it's me!

I just stepped in dog poo. INSIDE the house. Bleargh!
In other news, I really want to be a pirate.

Lastly, after reading some of these qoutes from a certain band, I've developed a theory that one, if not all of them is in some screwed up way, my father.

"Jeebus! Those are great things to recieve! I'd be freakin' stoked to get a lovely juice box!! Try getting a walnut. I got a damn walnut one time and it sucked. Totally. And I said, "Hey, this damn walnut totally sucks" ~Jade Puget

"I'd prefer 'fuck and smash the state', because when y ou put the two together, you get crazy violent sex." ~Adam Carson

"I have so many black T-shirts, Fruit of the Loom gave me my own private jet." ~Hunter Burgan

"Yeah, Ricky Martin's got nothing on my pants." ~Davey Havok

Anyone got a magic marker? I need to scribble "n00b" across my forehead.

Yeah, I got a blog. And I had this lovely introductory post on my laptop, but the family took it camping. Yeah, they're really roughin' it. Although what can I say, because I'm the one at home...

Let's see, I am: Canadian, not as straight as my mother would like, shy, liberal, short, female, 16, Erin.