its funny. the sickness. the same things repeating. i'm scared. and its out of my control. he repeats the words, but i dont trust. she's doing it again. i see her. the sickness. infecting herself, infecting him, infecting everyone else. i tell myself she's a human. but i tell myself that so is he. no one knows what i'm talking about. maybe i dont know really. i'm scared.
- posted by dia @ 8:59 PM

 
i want to escape in dark blue nights and stars and fresh air. why is this slipping? scared to get really depressed again.
stupid stupid words words words words. shut up shut up. let me sit and shake and rock in screaming music. itsnotffairfairfairfairfair. everything good is slipping. happiness doesnt laugh. i meant last. but who cares. the memories cant hold me. the memories are not enough. i try? i dont want this. i dont want now. i dont want tomorrow. i want silence in my mind. i want sssshhhh blue. I left God.
lights, squares. flash. pulse.
i'm logging off now.
- posted by dia @ 10:47 PM

 
don't read my eyes tonight,
i look away.
you look away.
am i, are we...
pretending?
no, you're sorry, no please no, you're sorry...no...
i read your eyes tonight.
not sure if you're pretending.
not sure what real is.
i float in music.
we write.
we laugh, until
i almost spit out my tea.
i cling to you now.
you live in music.
in stars.
in dust,
our faces.
in vapor,
our laugh.
i prepare to be angry,
i prepare to be sick.
what are you talking to me about now?
i'm not sure.
am i? are we?
out of words.




- posted by dia @ 9:03 PM

 
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam.
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Do geese see God?
Murder for a jar of red rum.
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts.
Dogma: I am God.
Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
Don't nod.
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention.
God saw I was a dog.
Too bad - I hid a boot.
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac.
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak.
No trace; not one carton.
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo.
Rats live on no evil star.
Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?



- posted by dia @ 10:15 PM

 
pardon me while i burst into flames.

you talk to me in
the silence between steady
rythmatic voices.
rising and falling,
leveled music repeating.
i forget to hear.
i don't care.

Is there some tape they play
throughout the day
of their rythmatic voices
rising and falling in evenely spaced
intervals?
Can you hear it too?
It becomes my silence.
What is silence?
i've forgotten.
I am silenced.
i am wordless.
i am...
drifting slowly
away...
- posted by dia @ 9:25 PM

 
i'm full. i'm empty.
- posted by dia @ 4:44 PM

 
it aches inside. a lot, to see her there. watching hills and sky pass her by. and i want to ask her whats she's thinking. and i want to prove i'm not really as selfish as i've been.
but i can't.
so i wait...wait for what?
wait for change?
should have listened to myself.
(or is that just listening to everyone else?)
i watch her from the corner of my eye.
she sits, alone...
watching hills and sky,
like we used to.


- posted by dia @ 4:43 PM

 
i want to lie in crushed leaves and flower petals. i want to dance on water and steal the light reflected off the water from the moon...and put it in a necklace. and then i'd wear it to school and i'd be okay because whenever i was unhappy, i could get lost in it.

"I like my girlfriend fine,
i like her hair and clothes,
but i don't like the worms
crawlin' outa her nose.
zombie girlfriend...whoa-oh!"

what the heck?

what is wrong with the world!?!?!?!?!?!

- posted by dia @ 8:41 PM

 
i want to take each time he says it, wrap it around myself and be blinded from everything else. i want to lie in it and breath in it. i want to hold it and keep it forever. i want it to be true.
- posted by dia @ 11:41 PM

 
its 11:21. shoot. i didn't even start homework yet. I'm drinking tea. kim, spike, and I went to starbucks and target earlier. caffeine, baby. oh yeah!
I'm so sick of people. school. people.

one day i'll fly over it all. fly over it and none of it will touch me. watch it from above and from a distance. i'll escape from society and expectations. from politics and things that don't make sense to me. from rules and limits. from stereotypes and labels. from structures and intimidation. from everything. i wish i could. i don't understand it.
i don't want it to shape me. i don't want to join its club.
do i have a choice?

- posted by dia @ 11:39 PM

 
i feed him blue lies
fake for him- is he happy?
feels so real.
- posted by dia @ 10:38 PM

 
right..i'm back...
when i walk up the grey steps, i wonder if i look stupid going up the stairs, and if i should skip a step or step on each one, and i make sure to move out of the way of the scary people on the sides, or coming down. math is dumb. brain breaks. shoot math. shoot me. moopy.
break: cold cement. wind. hair. bodies. laugh. groups. people. dancing. teachers. break. yup.
english. blahblahblah. i give up.
- posted by dia @ 9:30 PM

 
its monday monday monday. i'm resting my chin on my knee and my foots falling asleep. swaying to, modest mouse? this is what it feels like inside my head. this song. right now. so long to this cold cold part of the world....

air-tapping fingers
hover over orange art
waves, and flows, the sea.

I like to get to school early, and sit around the corner from history class. i sit on this part of a wall and it looks out beyond the prison, okay well, school. headphones and my journal. Sometimes someone else sits there and so i sit farther down on the ground. sometimes i read. or sketch.
the door just slammed.
maybe i try too hard. after history, i walk across the quad. today the wind was blowing at my hair and my flannel shirt and i was cold. i looked around to see if certain people were around me. slick. when i walk up the grey steps...i'd finish this, but i am needed elsewhere.
- posted by dia @ 4:23 PM