The End Of My Story...

Keeping in touch with you

Has become time

Consuming

Taking away from my

Life

So in this

Situation

I'm forced to say

Goodbye...

....Because I'm....

Slowly losing my mind to

You

Fearing I'll never touch you again

Lost without your warmth

I am cold and

Oh so....

Frozen...

...Because...

Somewhere hidden deep inside my

Mind

I remember you taking my

Memories

Out of all you have

Taken

I miss those the most....

...Only because....

Suddenly I've lost your

Touch

And somewhere along the

Line,

I've forgotten how to

Breathe...

...Because you...

Taking my breath in your

Hands

Laughing as the snow gently

Falls

Reminds me of the times when

I had no

Problems

At all...

...But because I cannot say....

Oh heart, quiet thy

Voice

Of booming thunder that

Deafens

My ears

Soon my overwhelming

Happiness

Will flood me so I may

Never

Be the same...

...Because of the....

Long lasting impressions

Leaving

Imprints of your

Love

In my mind

sometimes I wish I had

Never

Met you, then you wouldn't

Have the

Power

To break my

Heart...

...Because I'm...

Thinking about the

Days

Spent with you I have

Noticed

Your lack of interest in me...

...So...

This is it

It all comes down to

Now

But this is the time when I must say

I cannot continue this

Facade...

This is the

Story

Of my relationship how it happened

In Poetry form

Whether in

Dream

Or

Reality

It Is How It Is....

Sacred Secret

W.O.T.D Poetry

This is a poem I wrote during Info Tech class. My opinon on it doesn't matter so I won't even say. I hope you like it...so enjoy.

Take My Memories...©

Take my memories…
Take my dreams…
Take my sanity…
And simply let me dream
Locked in to reality
With nothing more to say
Forever considered
Insane

So often thought to be a
Genius
When simply lost in the
Translation
Of technical speech and
Morality
What can be done to save
Her?
How can he possibly reach her here…?

What can be done?
What can be done?
Nothing-left in this to
Run From
Nothing left to hold me lying Here
No one left to turn to so I will
Run from Here
Away from Here

Sometimes when I think about the lost ones
The ones who have held their lives in tears
Thinking about those that speak a tongue of
Fear.
Kami help those who understand not.

Take my memories…
Take my dreams…
Take my sanity…
And simply let me dream
Locked in to reality
With nothing more to say
Forever considered
Insane

Somewhere I have been lost in
Reality
Its throes of pain and agony
Taking my mind in its grasp
Twisting
And pulling my pictures of reality apart
Sometimes I think my rationality is faltering forever
Lost.

What can be done?
What can be done?
Nothing-left in this to
Run From
Nothing left to hold me lying Here
No one left to turn to so I will
Run from Here
Away from Here

So that's it I hope you liked it.....comments?

TWMA,

Sacred Secret

W.O.T.D

Word Of The Day is actually kind of a phrase. See?

Exotic Exile.

I'll give you definitions too.

Exotic -- 1. Foreign 2. Strangely beautiful

Exile -- 1. A prolonged, often enforced, living away from one's country 2. Person in exile

See? It has an exotic ring to it. Kind of like CellarDoor. Enough people out there know what I mean. If you don't know then watch my favorite movie. The one I got the quote from. If you don't know what I'm talking about maybe you should read the posts before this one? Or maybe you should just stop reading my blog. No one other than Fange' posts anyway. So really...what's the point in blogging other than putting my mind out on the web for millions to see? I'm thinking that I should....just start using my journal. The Voices can have their blog and I'll just resided to letting my friend read what I write in my journal. Though...I refrain from writing what I truly feel sometimes because it's on the internet. One of these days I'll post what I really feel. One of the days that I'm feeling that weird heaviness in my chest that's almost the equivalent of sorrow. That heaviness that needs to be written down in it 's unedited raw form. That needs the world to see it, breathe it visualize it until it is lifted from my chest in such a way that it doesn't come back for a long time. Such a long time that I begin to want the feeling back, unable to bring the feeling upon myself. I don't know what to write about. Sometimes I think what I'm writing is too intense until I go back and read it and then I find out that what I wrote doesn't have the power that I thought it did. Have another poem:

Hatsu's Lullaby©

My life is flashing before my eyes.
So I will shut them.
I want to see your face as my last memory.
Not my eyes wide in fear.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
Here I lay Again in my sorrow.
My pain is hollow next to your everlasting crisis.
Your selfish.
I love you.
Don't underestimate the power of the haunting lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please.
This haunting tune is my goodbye.
My final bedtime lullaby.
If I die before I wake I pray your dreams I will partake.
Do not mourn my death, my love.
Simply remember my last lullaby.
I want to see. I want to know. I want to feel you one last time.
Don't leave me.
Not here not ever.
Please...not here..
...not ever...
...my love...
...remember...
...my lullaby...

I didn't write that. It was a voice. He's a writer too. He likes writing songs and stuff like that. But he's a bird so that's understandable. Maybe one day I'll explain the Voices to you too. Maybe they'll explain themselves. If they don't. like I said maybe I will. It will be a while. So don't hold your breath, you'll die. I guess I'm done now.....okay....later.

TWMA,

Sacred Secret.

"Death comes to those who call when the callers ask nicely."

Tired

That's my car. Or it's my read car anyway. Sometimes I can dream about driving in it with a mystery guy. I'm old. Not old old but old, lke 24, 25. we're driving down the road laughing and listening to SexyBack. Then we see some cows, and laugh somemore. Sometimes the guy next to me is Tyler, sometimes its Brandon, sometimes its some guy I don't know. This last time it was the boy who sits next to me in Algebra. His name starts with J. I was surprised when I saw him next to me that time. 'Cause he's never been in it before. But when I rode with him we hit a cow. What do you think that means? I didn't hit any cows with any of the other guys! I wonder what that means...I'm not sure. I'm tired right now so if nothing I say makes sense than......It's because I'm tired. I'm not going to edit any of this either so if it doesn't make sense.... it doesn't make sense. My computer is being slow so when I type something and then stop it comes up like three secondes after I type it. Oh 'cause I'm tired and bored...here's a poem I wrote today:


In Touch ©

Keeping in touch with you
Has become time
Consuming
Taking away from my
Life
So in this
Situation
I'm forced to say
Goodbye...



Yeah so I wrote that during Scinence class, I think. Yeah. I'm gonna go now 'cause I have to recede into my mind.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

P.S. The word of the day is Abhorrent. It's definition is Detestable. USE IT!

We're Bringing Sexy Back!!!

AWW YEAH!!!! CHOIR STARTS TODAY!!! YESSSSS!!!!!!!! I know I'm in the school choir but I LOVE this choir! IT starts today and I'm sooo ohappy I've been bouncing off the walls annoying everyone all day. 'Cause I can't stop talking about it. I love choir so much. It might becom a little confusing with BOTH choirs but I'll deal, cause I love choir as previously stated about twenty times. I'm gonna see all my choir buddies. OMG I can't wait to see Joe! YAY JOE! Lol Joe is so awesome. He's like 60 feet tall. Err 6'0 lol. I should get going. It doesn't start til four but I want to go I wanna be at choir and flip out on all my friends and shnite. I hope Taylors there. Both Taylors. And Evan and Honora and Chelsey said she might drop by. Oh and Brett I wanna see him too!! Man oh man......I Wanna See My Choir Peeps Yo!!!! Lol I gotta call my bff later and tell her choir started. Which means She'll probably be at my next concert As Always. I look forward to the part of the show when she stands up in the audience and yells "GO HALF-WITT!" lol that's always my favorite part of every concert. Well I'm gonna go now! Latah!


You Never Know Til Ya Try,
Sacred Secret

September 11

What's up all? As you know today is 9/11. A tragic day. Now I don't want this to be a depressing post so I'll make it short. I'm holding a moment of silence at9:11 pm. I know it's so way off the actuall time of this tragedy but...at least I'm being respectful right? I hope you've all held a moment of silence in respect for this traumatic event.


God Bless,
Sacred Secret

Nozoic 2

Okay last post had the title 'Nozoic' because I don't think this is a real word yet. I want you to know what my definition is of it.

Nozoic (nuh-zoe-ick)
Verb
Definition: The irritating nasal sound made by objects such as alarm clocks.

What do you think? Good huh? I like it I'm going to submit it to the Websters dictionary site and see if they'll take it. If they don't oh well. I don't care. So how was your summer? Mine was intresting. Kinda boring. Possibly one of the best/worst summers of my life. Right now I think I want to talk about one of my "forbidden" topics. My Dad. I don't know exactly why I want to write about him right now I just do. For those of you that don't know me and my dad don't have the best relationship in the world. He lives in Hawaii with his wife and son. He has a nice little house and he has a nice car. Though the downside of his perfect little life ss that he's in the navy and he hardly sees his family. I live in Washington. As you all know, if you've read my profile. And you knowe what? I don't want to write about him anymore. I want to go listen to music and write in my journal. I did my homework already. Second day of school and I already have homework. What kind of crap? Anyway. ttyl

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Nozoic

School is weird, and I'm going back today. I have to be there at 7:30. So not long from now. I'm barely awake. But awake enough to be writing this. I think my brain is going to die. I can't keep this "wake up at 6 and go to sleep at 10" thing for much longer. It hurts my insomnia. My body craves the moon and I forever want to stay up and watch its slow yet beautiful dance across the midnight sky. Where this giant pale ball calls to me as it floats carelessly amongst the stars. Where I so desperately long to be. Sometimes I think about joining them. The stars I mean. Just so I can be around the moon. Have conversations with other stars that know about it. I know you don't understand me right now but just keep reading okay? I think if I ever had to go to counseling my mom would have to pay a lot for the extra time I would spend there just for the hell of being with someone I know I can talk to for hour(s). When I think about going to a counselor though I can't help but think that they won't understand me at all. That they'll just nod and smile and pretend their listening and then I'll go back for another session and ask them a question and they'll be like "Oh well, last time didn't really count. And I had so much on my mind blah blah blah." Then I would have to leave. I would have to walk out. My mom would have wasted her money and then I would be without someone to talk to....Again. Still I can't help but wonder if I'm the only one in the world who can live without speaking to anyone and simply observing. I know this would be pretty hard at first but I think I can do it. This part of the blog is just the thoughts that pop into my head so bear with me. I don't understand why people are so greedy. It just doesn't make sense. Why fight and demand and be a backstabber just so you can have that spiffy iPod Nano? It's not even that cool. I find it quite ridiculous. But then again...so are a lot of things. I guess I'll go now... I'm gonna go eat some Golden Puff cereal....

"I find it kind of funny. I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."

Sacred Secret

Bad Poems

So I'm only doing one thing on this post 'cause my friend said I should I'm posting a crappy poem because she likes it so here t is:


Haunted ©

Never ending drifting through the world of the
Living
Simply drifting nothing more
As though death himself has taken refuge upon
My shoulder
Whispering sweet nothings to me
Promising pain nor pleasure, save sweet bliss
Of nothingness
Only to be free in the state
Of mind the crowds
Me
Soon my life will end in a flash of quick
Motions and songs
Sirens of the sea will
Devour
My physical being until my soul
Is left
Floating with no where to go
Soon my spirit will have no where to
Go but deaths awaiting
Arms
Then I will no longer be drifting in the
Sea
Of human flesh I will be an Immortal
Again
Living the undead life only an Immortal
Maybe
Able to live
Death has taken me into his
Arms
Still his warm breath engulfs me
As I dream about his
Promises…..


Don't steal it please.


TWMA,
Sacred Secret