And I just can't live without you, can't you see it in my eyes?

Jealousy is the
ugliest emotion I've
ever felt. This sucks.

I know you're sorry
it still hurt, even if it
wasn't meant like that.

I'd rather get pant
related compliments than
ones about me, thanks.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE

I don't have any money, so I'm writing you a song.
It's not /really/ about you, but... it's FOR you. =P
You'll see it when it's done.
that is all I have to say.

Flickr!

I got a flickr.
My username is Ladygreensleeves.
(It's from an old english ballad, I'm not ripping off Jo.)

You've got me on my knees.

Just stop and take a second, I was fine before you walked into my life.

I enjoy this song.
There are a number of people I want to sing it to.
Except, the straightedge 14 year old version.

And I try to pretend, but I just feel it when we're together.

Eek, like it or not, I'm becoming a Vanessa Carlton fan.
I like this song, a lot.



Mother don't
tell me friends are the ones that I lose
'Cause they'd bleed
before you
but sometimes family are
the ones
you'd choose
It's too late now
I hold on to this life I found

Out there in the spotlight, you're a million miles away.

Someday I hope you're happy with your egotistical pictures of your fake laughter,
they're completely the quintessential image of you.
Are all those good times we've had together just make believe?
The sympathetic glances you gave me when I told you about my issues with him
turn into you rolling your eyes the second I turn my back,
but what you don't get is I love him because he's not like everyone else.
It could be Cameron Cook or Edward Cullen,
but as long as you have a boy who epitomizes perfect in your eyes
you can't fall in love with the person who's right there,
because you're too busy with god-like men you've never spoken to.
And just because he doesn't look like a model and only plays two instruments, well,
that doesn't mean he's not talented, and it doesn't mean he's not beautiful to me.

She has a lot of pretty, pretty boys, who she calls friends.

Our tears washed all my
makeup off, and I’ve never
felt more myself. Thanks.

When you were young.

Your post made me think
I know I'm not a poet
but it keeps me sane.

I also know that
I over think it, and freak out
that's the way I am.

Dunno.

I'll talk to him, it's
scary for me too, if for
different reasons.

Thank you isn't bad
Sorry can wear you down when
it wasn't your fault.

We all have doubts and
we all mess up, it's part of
being a person.

I don't like people
but I like you guys, are you
puffins, mice, or fish?

Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care?

I agree with him
maybe that's why I'm worried
Maybe he is, too.

Last for tonight.

I should go to bed
no use in waiting up for
someone who's not there.

Advice on something
I can't even think about
why am I so dumb?!

I should stop writing
these addictive poems, I
can't think when I count.

That's a good thing, I
think too much, so does he, ugh,
get out of my brain.

GRAHHH.

Overreacting
to the small things, but he means
everything, sometimes.

I can cry but I
have to breathe, with or without
you, Bono was right.

I hate you, I love
you, get online, I need you
it's impossible.

All you need is love.

The answer's incorrect.

How are you? I'm fine.
Take it one lie at a time.
You don't know my life.

It's a haiku song! Or, part of one. More to come.

You were the same as
always, but I just wasn't
feeling it today.

What happens when the
one thing you can depend on
starts to fade away?

Don't worry too much
Don't assume before you hear
what I have to say.

I didn't mean for
this to rhyme, sometimes somethings
just transpire that way.

You can’t be afraid of failing
When there’s nothing left to lose
And if love is worth fighting for
Then I shouldn’t have to choose
In the end, it’s counterproductive
Somebody has to move

Five seven five, I’m
Counting syllables in hopes
Of keeping sane, and

I’m biting my lip
But I can’t feel the pain , this
New world is so strange

I think there must be
something to the theory, that
anyone can change

You can’t be afraid of failing
When there’s nothing left to lose
And if love is worth fighting for
Then I shouldn’t have to choose
In the end, it’s counterproductive
Somebody has to move

That Helen of Troy
Thought the whole world was her toy
then the city burned.

The sword on your back
is for fighting the flames, don't
get caught in it all.

I gave you wings so
you can fly away from what
may come, fly, don't fall.

<3

The best of us have
doubts sometimes, and you're among
the best. No worries.

I don't know what this is...

I
have
no
idea
what's
happening
to
us
but
I'll
fix
it
if
I
can.

Mm.

I wouldn't judge you
I'd be impressed that you had
the courage to speak.

No matter how loud I turn up the music, I still feel feelings. Fail

Who am I to use
a word like love anyways
stupid on my part.

I raise him up to
a level no one is on
so now I feel sick.

Why am I writing my life story in haikus?

I guess I'll take your
advice, you've never steered me
wrong. Here's to hoping.

Advice has landed
me in plenty of messes
but this can't hurt. Right?

FML.

You were the same as
always, but I just wasn't
feeling it today.

What happens when the
one thing you can depend on
starts to fade away?

Don't worry too much
Don't assume before you hear
what I have to say.

I didn't mean for
this to rhyme, sometimes somethings
just transpire that way.

I guess I'm on a roll. Last one, I swear.

she has the face that
launched a thousand ships, but she's
Unattainable.

Btw.

I forgot to say
she deserves her more even if
it's impossible.

7 is my favorite number, 5 is a third of 15.

I can't encourage
another mistake like the
one we just escaped.

They are not alike
She's a fairy, he is too
Was that mean? Too bad.

Shut up, boy, and eat
your cold toast, she's not even
your favorite one.

Pick one, as long as
she's not me. I hope it is
reciprocated.

That would surprise me
they're not your type. Nor am I.
Make up your mind, kid.

And you say we're too young, but maybe you're too old to remember.

He's back, and then gone
freaked mildly, asked for advice
I was unhelpful.

Stand up boy, I shine so bright when you're around.

I'm trying to write a song, and so far I have bits for two...

There were words in italics.
Things left unspoken,
The words I’d never dare to say to you.
I’ll sell you the truth
for the price of a lie
C’mon, c’mon, look me in the eye, boy.
And say you love me too.

Depressing and totally irrelevant.

You say we’re too young to understand,
But you think their love’s all pretend
Just because her girlfriend’s
more beautiful than yours.
Love’s not a phase, it’s a way of living,
It’s not a choice, it’s two people giving their all
You can’t decide how to fall.
When you see them
In the hallway
And they’re walking hand in hand
I hope it gives you hell to watch
But never understand

A rant at a homophobic friend. Just because her girlfriend's more beautiful than yours... =P

I know it's still ages away, but time flies when you're wasting it.

Your poem made me cry,
not that it’s taking much these days.
I want you stay to watch the flowers die,
but I guess some things I can’t change.
I know I won’t ever be alone
but it’ll feel so strange
Saying goodbye
means going away,
and going away
means forgetting.
So I’m not going to say goodbye,
just
I love you
and
when you can run like the wind
don’t settle for the gentle breeze.

I can already imagine what I'll say. And what I won't.

Well it was weird not talking to you for so long.

That was not even a little bit okay.

I got married! =D

Yeah, because I was bored and lonely... are you seeing a pattern here?

Hah, to David. xP

Is it weird to see him on my relationship status? Or do you even ever visit my page?

It's a business venture only, I think he just wanted to annoy you. I just... am a serial marriage-er.

I missed you. I love you. sfgabgabnagbjahbwshgkjn.

Oh yes.

I'd enjoy having this car. It's a yellow 1965 Ford Mustang Convertible. Yummeh.

some dance to remember, some dance to forget.

If
you
don't
catch
the
hidden
message
in
my
last
post
I'll
laugh
at
you
<3

Learning to read between the lines is a fine art.

I wish I could tell each and every one of you this, but I can't. Won't. Shan't. w/e.


I hope you're right. but I doubt you are.
Love is the weirdest thing ever.
You are so amazing.
Don't do that. You're just going to get hurt.
You are so stupid. And your stupidity is hurting a lot of people.
Ever think of me when you're bored in that stupid class?
Forget it, you're 18, that's just creepy.
It hurts even though I pretend to not mind.
I love you.
Hope you're not lying. 'cause if you are, there will be hell to pay.
You acted like an idiot. Not that I was any better.
Find me on facebook, kid. I miss you.
Yourself? That's all you care about? Yourself?
Even though it's over, I love you more than I did.
If you want it, you've got it.
You are going to drive him insane.
Find yourself.
It is going to give me hell when you leave.
In a weird way, I miss what we had, even though what I have now with him is a million times better.
Me no likey, indeed. bahaha. You're hilarious.

It's a fine, fine life.

I can't handle it when people are angry at me. Like, at all. The worst feeling in the world is when someone I love is mad, at me, and half the time I know I don't deserve it, because I didn't mean it to sound sarcastic, and I wasn't disagreeing with you, I was just wondering, and maybe I AM telling the truth, and if you'd listen to me for half a second you'd realize that.

And then I think, why do I care? Why am I pleading with a person who is too angry to listen? If they're so quick to judge, and overreact, and misinterpret, why do I want them back on my side? And if someone won't just come out and say that they're mad, how the hell are you supposed to figure it out on your own? What if I'M the one doing the misinterpreting and jumping to conclusions?

I don't know. God. My equation for life seems really applicable at the moment. Goodnight.


What do you see when you turn out the lights?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends.
Oh, gonna try with a little help from my friends,
a little help from my fri-e-e-e-ends.

Yeah.

And even if you didn't mean to snap at me, it scared me out of my mind.

Do you like taxes?

Third grade is over
no biting, no cooties, please
time to grow up, hun.

Bite mark on my arm
It's not from her, it's from him
She's cooler than that.

Grade school can be fun
But now you have to act your
age, 14, not 5.

Haikus are really
nice when you need to tell a
person off. Ye-ah.

And I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, sister golden hair surprise.

Me: Can we sit outside? I want to be able to see when people get here.
Alaina: People?
Haleigh: Certain people.
Alaina: RIGHT.

Teacher: The women in the movie... well, they aren't wearing shirts. I'm sure there will be some giggling from the boys... You might want an all girls table.
Me: ..I... don't want to sit at an all girl's table.
Alaina: We know, Molly, we know.

Movie: And the world became a lot wetter and warmer-
Class: *laughter*
Teacher: ...what?

Me: Well, the wheat might not grow well in the highlands, and cows could... fall off of rocks... and stuff...
Class: *Laughter*
Me: WELL IT'S POSSIBLE.

Alaina: Maybe the fabric's just crap! It wasn't his fault.
Garrett: SHE'S MY NEW BEST FRIEND.
Me: I thought...
Garrett: 'cause she's on my side... and no one else is...
David: That's because your side is WRONG.

Me: I was born without a mouth...
Haleigh: I can never kiss a woman.
Me: OR sample the fine foods of france and italy...

Johanna: That's, like, totally legit...
Me: He's.... he's speaking France...
Johanna: Hah. Legit.
Me: Look at my hand! It's... got fingers.
Johanna: Dude. Legit.

Me: Wouldn't it be a shame if a common sailor held your future in his hand?
Johanna: A terrible shame. I would cry.

Pippa: GUESS WHAT I DID DURING THE LORD'S PRAYOR?!

Reading between the lines isn't one of your many talents.

Gaahh, sorry, my internet crashed.

(I wanted to talk to you.)

My computer's been really lame all day. >:(

(My whole day's been lame, it wasn't just the laptop.)

This is why one shouldn't use one's neighbor's wireless. lol.

(It would've been okay had I gotten to talk to you.)

Don't blame it on my mac, 'cause it wasn't its fault. =P

(It would be okay if you did...)

So, anyways, see you tomorrow.

(thank god... I miss you so badly I feel sick.)
(Aaaaaand now I feel creepy.)
(whatever, it's true.)

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.

Yellow
My favorite color.
It's happy.
It makes me smile.
The first time I told you how much I liked yellow
you thought it was kind of weird
because you like blue
and most other people like blue
or green
or purple
or something like that.
I'm not most other people.
Months later,
I told you how I smiled
every
single
time
I looked at my hands
and saw the yellow fingernail polish.
And you said
you smile too
whenever you see it
on your own fingers.
And I wondered;
is it because
the color yellow makes you happy, or
is it because
the color yellow makes you think of me?
I don't know.
Probably never will.
But I can pretend.

And it's no use chasing those fairy tales of yours.
and it's no use knocking on all those empty doors.

No use in pretending, but I do it anyways, because, well, it's all part of the teenage soap opera that is my life. How petty, how trivial, how useless... Yup.

I told you about this one.

Taking pictures of the wall
'cause there's nothing else to do
but be alone with your own thoughts.
When we think,
we write.
When we write,
we doubt.
When we doubt,
we realize.
When we realize,
we cry.
When we cry,
we're human,
if only for an instant.
And that's more than anyone can handle.
No use in being like everyone else.

I wanna fly like an eagle.

Not quite poetry. Just my thoughts. Messages, some for people who will never read this...


That's enough.
It's time to stop acting like a kid.
Let it go
She did
She let it go
She's older than you,
More mature, apparently.
I'm a little surprised in you.
But I don't know why.



It's okay.
It's okay to cry,
It's okay to be angry,
it's okay to be annoyed.
And it's okay to not know why.
It's okay to have a moment of weakness
everyone does, sometimes.

ZOMG I IZ BLOGGING

Right-o, so, I haven't blogged in almost five months, and what I did in that time will forever remain a mystery to you, simply because I'm too lazy to summarize it.

Anyways, this is probably going to be less of a news bulletin about what I'm up to than it used to be, and more of me thinking out loud. I guess... ehh, it depends on my mood, really... =P

Also, I've gotten really into writing angsty teenage poetry, and if you're lucky, I might post of of it.
You most likely won't be lucky.

sorry for the boring post, and more later.


Listening to: Come Together, The Beatles.

Oh yeah...

Oh, hmm, this blog exists... I kind of forgot about it for a while...
I'll try to start updating regularly from now on.