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[Jun. 20th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
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and when the summer comes, I stare at the sky and wonder what shade of crayola your eyes are today or if you're sketching out on sidewalks the way you always did. and I know that it's because of you that the night washes away these sunbeams and it's your hand that drew the celestial flurries that make me so jealous of the stars because every night, they get to see you.
I find myself lacing glitter-washed vines in the keys of my piano and changing the words in my song book to tell secrets twisted into lies while shedding a hint of the truth and with hands hovering over sparkling ivory and ebony keys that glow in the moonlight I can't help but notice that the melody is you and despite wavering octaves and complicated chords you're my favorite song.
Your world, the stuff of dreams, that soft collision of gently worn ghosts and the fraying edges of summer nights, pools under the sky like the backwater of heaven. Rifts of melodies, caught round your fingers, court and spark the softest demons - full of poetry and sweet oaths; and dark stars, bright as crickets, glister with agate against the window. You wear me like linen and cloves, fine smoke from storms and the echo of midnight, caught under your spell.
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The result of being stuck in shops with bad songs playing in the background. Cheesy times Hundred. Stab stab stab.
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| she's a runner, a rebel and a stunner/ |
[Jun. 7th, 2009|12:04 am] |

So, here I am. Amidst the drawing of a deconstrued pig, cleaning my iTunes, and imagining dances in my head, I'm making dire attempts at reviving this dead part of my non-existent life. How've I been? I honestly don't know. I love what I've gotten myself into, the adrenaline's all I need to keep me going. But at times I'm wishing for a traffic light, so that I could take a moment to just stand still. To just sit, and do nothing. I'm sick of always thinking about an issue at the back of my mind; I want to sit and not think just for a moment. So that's actually my deepest, darkest secret for a birthday gift.
I'm been told to acquire garments for my stay at UWC, cause there's no shopping there or anything. As bimbotic as this sounds, I BOUGHT TWO SKIRTS! :D Go me. Now, to find time to wear them. I've got an entire list of things I want, but most prolly would never be able to get because of my complete lack of yen, so I'm hoping they drop from the sky. No, seriously, I'm wishing they do.
1. Lotsa wrist cuffs/bands/rings (Yes if You know me well enough You'd know that I've a fetish for silver rings) 2. Huge ass duffel which I've been looking out for since forever. 3. Trainers, that fit. 4. Tees, as many as I can get for under 8 bucks each. Yes, I'm on that tight a budget. 5. An acoustic guitar. Mine has issues with itself. 6. I'm not gonna say Nikon blahblah cause its never gonna happen. But yes, a Nikon would be splendid. 7. You'd never believe it but I need dresses. Not a personal choice though. Its more of a necessity. 8. Sandals. Or maybe Dunks. 9. Neverending supply of Waffle Crisp and Mountain Dew. No silly, not both at the same time. 10. Hoodies! :D 11. Long sleeved tops cause I like them. 12. CD's. 13. TIME. 14. And if I think of any more I'll post it up here. In case God visits Livejournals on his off days.
There're places I wanna go to before leaving; Hidden Parks, Thrift Stores, Jap Cemetery near ex-Chem Tuition Centre (Yes weird ass place but I love it there), and any place that's not crowded or noisy actually. And I wanna head to these places with the people I love.
So dear Divine up there, If You're listening(Or reading), Please loan me some time. I'll pay You back when I get some myself. Its a deal.
Love, Ivhanmuse.
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| it's all been done |
[May. 2nd, 2009|10:25 pm] |

HOPEFULLY UP ON MY WALL IF I DON'T SCREW UP. WHY IS POP ART SO DIFFICULT TO PAINTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT :/ But as Bryant says, 'It'll be epic if you're successful.'
I'll take out every wasted honour, and past frustration. Say what You need to say.
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