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i haven't written for a while. i never kow what to say. it always feels so akward knowing that complete strangers everywhere could be reading this.
then again, no one ever reads this, so what the hell.
 enigmatikmind96 · Sat Nov 25, 2006 @ 12:05am · 0 Comments |
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Ok, lets get one thing straight. We must stop freaking out about the horrible germs in dirt and on doorknobs. We must no longer fear the horrible sunrays and the skin cancer that comes thereof. ninja We must learn to embrace drafts, cold as they may be, and courageously face wet, frozen clothes that come from a day in the snow. Because in the end, SOMETHING has to kill you. xp
enigmatikmind96 · Tue Oct 10, 2006 @ 12:37am · 0 Comments |
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Today i looked around me and everything seemed, i dont know... tainted. I mean, it was a beautiful fall day and all, but it didnt seem right. Like, i looked up at the blue sky and all i could think was of all the pollution and greenhouse gases we're sending up there. I looked at the trees, in all of there red and yellow glory, and thought about the thousands that perish daily to forest fires, drought, and logging.
cry
SAVE THE ENVIROMENT!!!!!!! mrgreen
enigmatikmind96 · Thu Oct 05, 2006 @ 12:31am · 0 Comments |
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I'm walking down the hall
And no one looks my way
A silent ghost among the zombies
Clouds on a sunny day
I could scream but they wot here me
I could shout but they wont care
Every moment that i stan here
Feels less like i am there
Just give me a spray paint can
Or a flashing neon sign
Anything to prove to the world
That i am alive...
I'm a follower of clones
A face in an indifferent crowd
Awash in a see of unheard tears
Swept away by countless fears
I could scream but they wont here me
I could shout but they wont care
All shut up in our cozy cages
Wrapped away in endless lies
Just give me a spray paint can
Or a flashing neon sign
Anything to prove to the world
That i am alive...
The world's a monotone painting
Of goths and geeks and gays
But regardless of our callings
We all end up the same
I'm a whisper hidden in a roar
A drop of water in a sea
No one listens to my voice
No one stays to hear me scream
Please, just give me a spray paint can
Or a flashing neon sign
Anything to prove to the world
That im here, im alive!....
Just give me a spray paint can
Or a flashing neon sign
Anything to prove to the world
That i am alive.......
hope u like!!!!! pls comment!!!! 3nodding
heart heart heart heart heart heart
enigmatikmind96 · Fri Sep 29, 2006 @ 09:16pm · 0 Comments |
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Why does anyone ever use markers to color? I mean, really. It ever turs out nice. The ink soaks through the paper, you get stains all over you hands, and no matter how hard you try you always get crappy looking lines where two strokes of the ink overlap. mad
*feelig random* mrgreen
enigmatikmind96 · Sat Sep 23, 2006 @ 07:33pm · 3 Comments |
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GRRRRR stressed
i am SO SICK of my idiotic peers boasting about getting high and hammered and whatever else.
why do they do it? i mean, it destroys your socail life, your pocket money, your grades, and your health. also it is totally disgusting. if ayone who reads this journal does drugs, can they pls offer me insight into why people do it? thnx! 4laugh
enigmatikmind96 · Fri Sep 22, 2006 @ 03:30am · 0 Comments |
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I have discovered that i am a worry wart.
Only I think warts are gross, so im going to all myself a worry freckle.
Even tho i have no freckles.
But back to the worry thing. I worry more when my parents r picking my sister up from a music lesson than my mother will on my first date. (yes, i havnt gone on a real date yet. shut up. mad )
I constantly worry that my family or friends will die in a car crash, or be murdered, or something. And that every other person walkig down the street is some mad rapist, or something. I just constantly worry. I mean, humans r so fragile...
You know, it's not entirely my fault that im paranoid like this. Look at the world we live in. Look at sept. 11, and columnbine. Watch the news. Not to mention all the rules we grow up with, the "trust no one" stuff. When u think about it, i never stood a chance.
God, if i worry like this now, what the hell am i gonna do when i have kids? gonk
enigmatikmind96 · Tue Sep 05, 2006 @ 09:56pm · 1 Comments |
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When every little whispered wind
Takes your breath away
And every single step you take
Seems a mile from your aim
When it feels like you're racing
Ad you're really standing still
Something's slippig through your fingers
Grains of sand with their own will.
Try to hold on, but it's too late
Loosing control at an
Alarming rate...
enigmatikmind96 · Fri Sep 01, 2006 @ 06:54pm · 0 Comments |
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