My school during breaktime is a place rather like a school science laboratory. It contains many elements to it, all various dilutions of each other. Just as one can be determined by which row of desks they sit in, so one can be determined by where they choose to spend this precious hour without lessons.
Many of the social cliques decide to spend their time in a building known as the 'A block'. This is because it is where many of our lockers are, and because a lot of food gets sold there (and you know how much Immanuel kids love food). The girls who sit closest by the door, spreading their legs out selfishly and often sneaking out to have a c
What you lead me to do
Lie
Cheat
Beg
Borrow
Steal
Just for you.
I lie to my mum
Pretend I don't like you
Don't want anything to do with you
But I want all I can get from you
It may be stupid
Everyone says so
It may be dumb
Everyone says so
But then again
What's the point in listening to what everyone says?
What about me
Would you catch me if you can
I need it to be
Different
I need it to be about me
Times are changing
I'm maturing
I'm growing older
But I still need
Your love and attention
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And think about me
And remember
I'm thinking about you
Your pretty long hair
Your beautiful face
And the look in your eyes
Every time I see you
What about us
Is there a future
Are you interested in me
Or don't you really care
If you trust me
I can be
Your gaurdian angel
Your shoulder to cry on
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And think about me
And remember
I'm thinking about you
Your pretty long h
The Insomniatic Wanderer by Polyphonicjezz, literature
Literature
The Insomniatic Wanderer
The insomniatic wanderer
He rides through the night
You can hear him outside your windows
If you try with all your might
He rides all night long
He don't stop to take no breaks
He'd sleep for hours if he could
But that's ain't gonna happen, no way
CHORUS
He got so many thoughts
Running through his brain
If he stopped for just a second
It'd drive him insane
He rides alone
For as long as he can remember
He's had to live this life
Riding through the night alone
And he don't even know why
He only lives this life at night
Through the day he's a regular guy
Every night he'll fail but try
To sleep, to sleep
CHORUS
He got so ma
It rains outside
I listen to it pour
I stand outside
I get wet
Simple chain of events
I stand in the rain
I get wet
Unlike life
Which isn't
Simple
It's more complicated
It's a chain of reactions
That you don't know
Can't work out
Unlike maths
Which is logical
Life isn't logical
Some people have it
Some people don't
Some people want it
Some people won't
Some people hate it
Some people forgave it
Some people gave it a second chance
But then again
There are many people
And there always has to be one
With a different point of view
A different take on things
The rain still pours
I am inside
I am not wet
But there ar
What you lead me to do
Lie
Cheat
Beg
Borrow
Steal
Just for you.
I lie to my mum
Pretend I don't like you
Don't want anything to do with you
But I want all I can get from you
It may be stupid
Everyone says so
It may be dumb
Everyone says so
But then again
What's the point in listening to what everyone says?
Current Residence: I live in Israel, but my home is in London. Favourite genre of music: Anything from emo-rock to jazz. Operating System: Windows XP MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Jessica Rabbit, duh. Personal Quote: A wise man is one who learns from every person he meets.
I guess I should stop writing in the comments blog, so now it will be here.
First I would like to list my two promises to myself today.
1) I will try to be more active on DA, adding more artworks and journal entries.
2) I will not add any more poetry whatsoever. It sucks.
Now to give ya'll a quick update on my life.
I'm still at the farm; I'm back in London for a few days since I have a party to attend. I'm going to be at the farm next term. I don't have a choice.
I said that all very matter-of-factly, so let me explain my feelings on the matter.
The farm sucks. I know how great my last entry made it sounds, but I'm going to be honest
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I thought I'd update my life a little from my first post.
That guy who was meant to go to a farm? He didn't go. I did.
Yup, I live in Israel now on a farm for fuck up boys (all of them are way more fucked up then me). The guy who was meant to go to the farm? He's in a drugs rehab program in Switzerland. He's not on drugs, but he pretended he was to get in. They're very impressed by his tolerance of his 'withdrawel symptoms'.
The girl? Well, she broke up with him a few months ago so that he could go to the farm. She has a new boyfriend now who I spoke to last night at length about religion. Seems like a nice guy.
I'm now back in London since yesterday until early Sunday morning. I'm going to South Africa for two weeks on holiday. My 'target' girl there is hot and she has a tongue stud. And apparently weed costs £10 an ounce there. Also, it's summers there, which means I'm partying on the beach for new years.
After that, back to London for two days, then back to Israel.
Lemme spend some time telling you about the farm. It's an ultra-religious Jewish organisation, and most of the boys there are from ultra-religious familys and they've rebelled.
It's pretty cool there. It's right out in the middle of nowhere and the sunset is like no other. Unfortunately I forgot to bring my camera, which means no pictures of it yet.
Also, they give a pack of cigarettes out to anyone who wakes up in the morning. I wake up every single day, which means I smoke like a fucking bitch out there. (Cigs cost the equivilent of about $5 or £2.50, better than the £5.50 I pay here)
All in all, I'm very happy at the moment. Just feeling pretty good in myself.
I'm going to look for pictures to take today so I can add one or two new deviations before I'm off again on my journeys.
Being there to be a shoulder to cry on would be the best solace anyone could give me. Someone to vent at, on, with, about. Someone to just talk to, and talk to, and talk to until' there's no more talking to be done. Someone to understand me.
Okay, this is turning into a piece of open poetry, I'd better stop there!
Maybe a good nights sleep will do me good. The question is, what is there to wake up for? And if there's no reason for me to wake up, who's to say that I *will* wake up?
Live for the future. There's no point basing your decisions on whether or not to have hope on the past - that's history. Remember, however low you feel, there are always people, here and elsewhere, who want to help you and be there for you.
I'm depressed at the moment. I've come to the realisation that good friends are hard to come by. Sometimes you think you have good friends when in fact, you don't at all. They're acquaintences that you know well. Nothing more.
What is a good friend? I don't know. I have rough ideas, but honestly, now, I'm not quite sure.
One of the only good friends I have has decided to move away for a year to a fucking farm to get his life sorted. Fucking bullshit. There's only one other person that I'd consider to be that good a friend - this guys girlfriend. He'd have to break up with her if he goes away, and she really, really, really likes him. It's one of the most perfect relationships I know. And she'll be so unhappy, upset and depressed I'd ever have seen her. I can't take it to see her like that, it would drive me even lower and lower into depression.
I'm going to play guitar or write another song or something. I'll see where my soul takes me.