I killed Geenah last night
Because it had to be done,
because she cried too much every night
and wouldn't let me sleep.
I killed her because she never did anything right.
She was clumsy with her words and
on her own two feet.
I killed her because I knew she wouldn't be missed.
I killed Geenah last night.
I hid her under my bed.
I pulled her apart and ripped her to shreds.
And as blood spewed from her mouth;
I knew it had to be done.
I killed the vacancy in her eyes.
I killed that ugly reflection of hers.
I killed all of her mistakes.
I killed the falseness in her smile.
I killed Geenah and all her lies.
I killed her, with my own two hands.
And I'd do it again if I had the chance.
I'm no one at all
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
It's the nice ones...
As far as I can remember, I always tried to be one of the "nice" girls. Smile, be polite and try to stay out of trouble and cause it for someone else. The thing about nice girls is that we always get taken advantage of. That's not nice. But that's pretty much what happens; get stepped on, walked over, passed over...
One learns and moves on. Keeps trying to be nice. Isn't that we're always taught, to be nice?
There comes a point, however, where the "niceness" disappears and in comes the bitch. Now this girl knows what she wants and best of all; how to get it! The world is in her hand and controls everyone with her fingertips. She's feared and wanted.
I've become one. I avoid closeness to people to divert my self from any feeling and pain. It's funny now thinking about how I used to be. But, I like myself now.
The boyfriends of the nice girls can't get enough of me. They call me, they want me. The downside is that they don't love me. But, it's the nice ones that always suffer.
One learns and moves on. Keeps trying to be nice. Isn't that we're always taught, to be nice?
There comes a point, however, where the "niceness" disappears and in comes the bitch. Now this girl knows what she wants and best of all; how to get it! The world is in her hand and controls everyone with her fingertips. She's feared and wanted.
I've become one. I avoid closeness to people to divert my self from any feeling and pain. It's funny now thinking about how I used to be. But, I like myself now.
The boyfriends of the nice girls can't get enough of me. They call me, they want me. The downside is that they don't love me. But, it's the nice ones that always suffer.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
One more
Give me one more chance
to bend over backwards,
stretch, crawl and dance around
your indecisions and confusion
Watch me move forward
Still, you see me standing
only in one place
All I ask is to see my face
See the look in my eyes
And trust that I want us
I will never again lie
Give me once more try
to become to one you want
The one that makes you smile
Know that I'm there to hold your hand
to bend over backwards,
stretch, crawl and dance around
your indecisions and confusion
Watch me move forward
Still, you see me standing
only in one place
All I ask is to see my face
See the look in my eyes
And trust that I want us
I will never again lie
Give me once more try
to become to one you want
The one that makes you smile
Know that I'm there to hold your hand
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Twists and turns
Every mistake, every wrong turn
pushed you farther away from me
Now every road that narrows down
led me straight to you again, finally
I can see you, standing at the end
So close, I can almost get you now
I just can't seem to know when
I just can't seem to know how
I don't want to keep getting lost
No, I don't want to keep losing you
pushed you farther away from me
Now every road that narrows down
led me straight to you again, finally
I can see you, standing at the end
So close, I can almost get you now
I just can't seem to know when
I just can't seem to know how
I don't want to keep getting lost
No, I don't want to keep losing you
Life is funny. I wish I could give you the details, but I've ruined so much with my words... or lack thereof. I am, however, excited to have someone back in my life, even if not entirely. But for the time being, I'm stupidly happy.
That is all.
Smile people...
That is all.
Smile people...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Title Unrelated
It's weird thinking about a person so much and know that that person is probably not thinking about you at all.
It's weird having that person haunt your dreams every night and that even by just closing your eyes you can see that person.
It's weird when every little thing reminds you of that person. And that every single song seems to be about that person.
It's weird how hearing that person's name can make your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest.
What's even weirder is knowing you will never have that person.
Maybe because you think you're just not good enough for that. Or you lack the courage to say these things to that person. Or simply it could just be because that person doesn't care how much you would give for, well, said person.
Isn't it all just so fucking weird how you can spend all your time loving someone that will never ever love you back?
There's nothing that can bring back that time. Not for you or I. There's not enough hope that can make up for it either, or justify it.
But still, oddly enough, some of us will continue to waste time around that person. Even if that person already has another life, with time well spent, and it isn't anywhere near you.
Some of us will still lose sleep over that person.
Some of us will still associate every song with that person.
Of course, some of us will waste every second thing about that damn person.
And that, my friend, is weird. But more importantly, that's life.
It's weird having that person haunt your dreams every night and that even by just closing your eyes you can see that person.
It's weird when every little thing reminds you of that person. And that every single song seems to be about that person.
It's weird how hearing that person's name can make your heart feel like it's about to burst out of your chest.
What's even weirder is knowing you will never have that person.
Maybe because you think you're just not good enough for that. Or you lack the courage to say these things to that person. Or simply it could just be because that person doesn't care how much you would give for, well, said person.
Isn't it all just so fucking weird how you can spend all your time loving someone that will never ever love you back?
There's nothing that can bring back that time. Not for you or I. There's not enough hope that can make up for it either, or justify it.
But still, oddly enough, some of us will continue to waste time around that person. Even if that person already has another life, with time well spent, and it isn't anywhere near you.
Some of us will still lose sleep over that person.
Some of us will still associate every song with that person.
Of course, some of us will waste every second thing about that damn person.
And that, my friend, is weird. But more importantly, that's life.
Monday, December 29, 2008
I Like...
I like that there are words like "flabbergasted".
I like the fact that the phobia of long words is known as Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.
I like how a full Moon looks behind trees.
I like little lamps with really big and bright lightbulbs.
I like how kisses feel in the rain... I like how kisses feel, period.
I like sleeping on the grass.
I like talking to babies and dogs.
I like to hold hands.
I like listening to music before going to sleep.
I like listening to the Beatles on a rainy day.
I like tasting something I had never tasted before.
I like laughing when it's not necessary.
I like my friends and I like that they like me back.
I like things that don't make sense.
I like the freedom to dislike things.
I like being in love
and I like that the world is filled with things I can like.
Don't let the overly complicated things cast a shadow over those wonderful little things.
I like the fact that the phobia of long words is known as Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.
I like how a full Moon looks behind trees.
I like little lamps with really big and bright lightbulbs.
I like how kisses feel in the rain... I like how kisses feel, period.
I like sleeping on the grass.
I like talking to babies and dogs.
I like to hold hands.
I like listening to music before going to sleep.
I like listening to the Beatles on a rainy day.
I like tasting something I had never tasted before.
I like laughing when it's not necessary.
I like my friends and I like that they like me back.
I like things that don't make sense.
I like the freedom to dislike things.
I like being in love
and I like that the world is filled with things I can like.
Don't let the overly complicated things cast a shadow over those wonderful little things.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
I'd Save You From The Zombies But I'm Too Busy Not Caring
Pt.1
Emergency News Broadcast:
June 21st, 2008 at 2:15pm, chaos was declared in the small island of Puerto Rico. An unknown virus has stricken the island taking over the human nervous system and turning them into primal, carnivorous beings. Once bitten by one infected, the virus will rapidly course through the blood straight to the brain and this cannot be reversed. The only way to "disarm" the infected... Is by destroying the brain. With nowhere to run to but sea, there is little hope for the citizens of Puerto Rico.
/end broadcast/
-"Close the doors! Close the fuckin' doors!", cried Geenah; a 19 year old girl desperately trying to keep the infected from entering her house. "Shh, shh. You hear that?" She motioned her family to remain quiet while she made out the strange noises coming from the outside. Suddenly, she hears a thud, like a body falling from her roof. Then, her dogs barking furiously and yelps. Silence. One had found a way into her house and ate her dogs.
Geenah - "Fuck! Fuck! They can climb through the roof. How in the Hell...? Great. Motherfucker. The kitchen door won't hold 'em. Hell, he can just put his hand through that useless window door and just open it."
Lucy - "What do we do?" Asked her mom in a tone of despair.
Geenah - "We... We have to kill it."
Ariel - "Are you fucking insane? And have that brain-dead fuck bite us so we turn into that blood-sucking... thing?" Yelled her older cousin at her.
Geenah - "It's not a vampire, idiot. And what do you suggest? Just let it bang the door till all the others wandering the street decide to join the party? I don't know if you noticed, but half the neighborhood is infected."
Ariel - "Ah, Fuck."
Lucy - "Could both of you pleasing stop swearing so damn much? It's bad enough we're trapped in a house surrounded by zombies, but I also have to deal with your grandmother, who's in the room about to go into cardiac arrest. So, your yelling, not helping the situation. AT ALL!"
As Ariel sighed, Geenah pondered for a second and then curiously turned to him and asked: "Can we call them zombies?"
Ariel - "You are such a retard."
Geenah - "Shut up. Um... We should... Stab it in the head. That's all we fucking got in here; kitchen knives."
Ariel - "Are YOU gonna do it? I sure as hell am not. Mm mm, and have that nasty bitch bite off my beautiful face? Nope, don't think so."
Geenah - "GAY! Ughh, fine you pussy. Just open the door slightly and when that infected loser comes in, I just fucking stab it in the head. I mean, there's only one in here and if we get rid of it we can lock the gate to the terrace so no more of those fuckers get in."
As he did just what she told him too, Geenah took the biggest kicthen knife in the house and sliced the head of their infected neighbor. As blood covered their kitchen floor, Geenah smiled realizing she liked killing that zombie more than she thought she would.
Emergency News Broadcast:
June 21st, 2008 at 2:15pm, chaos was declared in the small island of Puerto Rico. An unknown virus has stricken the island taking over the human nervous system and turning them into primal, carnivorous beings. Once bitten by one infected, the virus will rapidly course through the blood straight to the brain and this cannot be reversed. The only way to "disarm" the infected... Is by destroying the brain. With nowhere to run to but sea, there is little hope for the citizens of Puerto Rico.
/end broadcast/
-"Close the doors! Close the fuckin' doors!", cried Geenah; a 19 year old girl desperately trying to keep the infected from entering her house. "Shh, shh. You hear that?" She motioned her family to remain quiet while she made out the strange noises coming from the outside. Suddenly, she hears a thud, like a body falling from her roof. Then, her dogs barking furiously and yelps. Silence. One had found a way into her house and ate her dogs.
Geenah - "Fuck! Fuck! They can climb through the roof. How in the Hell...? Great. Motherfucker. The kitchen door won't hold 'em. Hell, he can just put his hand through that useless window door and just open it."
Lucy - "What do we do?" Asked her mom in a tone of despair.
Geenah - "We... We have to kill it."
Ariel - "Are you fucking insane? And have that brain-dead fuck bite us so we turn into that blood-sucking... thing?" Yelled her older cousin at her.
Geenah - "It's not a vampire, idiot. And what do you suggest? Just let it bang the door till all the others wandering the street decide to join the party? I don't know if you noticed, but half the neighborhood is infected."
Ariel - "Ah, Fuck."
Lucy - "Could both of you pleasing stop swearing so damn much? It's bad enough we're trapped in a house surrounded by zombies, but I also have to deal with your grandmother, who's in the room about to go into cardiac arrest. So, your yelling, not helping the situation. AT ALL!"
As Ariel sighed, Geenah pondered for a second and then curiously turned to him and asked: "Can we call them zombies?"
Ariel - "You are such a retard."
Geenah - "Shut up. Um... We should... Stab it in the head. That's all we fucking got in here; kitchen knives."
Ariel - "Are YOU gonna do it? I sure as hell am not. Mm mm, and have that nasty bitch bite off my beautiful face? Nope, don't think so."
Geenah - "GAY! Ughh, fine you pussy. Just open the door slightly and when that infected loser comes in, I just fucking stab it in the head. I mean, there's only one in here and if we get rid of it we can lock the gate to the terrace so no more of those fuckers get in."
As he did just what she told him too, Geenah took the biggest kicthen knife in the house and sliced the head of their infected neighbor. As blood covered their kitchen floor, Geenah smiled realizing she liked killing that zombie more than she thought she would.
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