Who am I? Evolutions.

[?-?-2006]
I'm from the dark side of the moon
From hardships and easy goings
From sunshine and rain
I am from fried chicken and macaroni

I am from the 70's, 80s, and the 90s
I am from Queen, Falloutboy, and AFI
From my room where I live in books
From posters and TV
I'm from home

I am laughs and cries
From helping and helped
From karaoke and gamecube where I
visit bikini bottom to the racing streets of Tokyo
From wondering about the universe and getting distracted
by shiny things
I am ME.

[7-8-2007]
I am from late nights
filled with music
I am from song lyrics
I am from random
sayings and facts
from converse and hats
I am as dark as the onyx
I wear on my finger
I'm from anime
and cooky weird friends
I am from starlit skies
I am from different walks
of life
From my experiences and observations
I m the chick that nobody
knows, yet
I am an open book
I am from contradictions
and reassurance
I am the happiness bunny
I am the gray slate
filled with colorful dots
I am from the ankh
I am the symbol of life


[7-14-2008]
I am from deviance with an angelic smile
I'm from penny candy and crossed fingers
From musical notes and "All you need is love"
I am untamed happiness and emotions
I am from hypocrisy and judgments
I am not ashamed of who I am
or what I've become.
I am the smile that glitters eternally
and tears of fallen rhinestones
I am from friends in high and low places
I am everything I want, but less than I need
I am one giant song, loud and silent
I am from riding in the passenger seat
whatever it is you want me to be
I am taking control of my life
I am holding the wheel without a license

[11-28-2009]
I am the flower of heart break, almost fully bloomed.
I am the death of innocence, and the rebirth of youth
I'm astounded by the sheer irony of :] and ]:
I am amazed by simplicity, a concept I have yet to grasp.
I am unwilling responsible and irritably "adult-ish"
I am the A's, B's, and one or two C's of my college career.
I'm a tension headache of tears and half smoked black n milds
I'm beautifully beautiful, yet ugly to the extreme
I am a nice person at heart, really.
I am the uneven notes that plague WTF?
I feel like I wouldn't like me if I met me.
I wake up exhausted, tired, confident.
I am unwillingly finding myself.

Take This to Heart

It still hurts.
It feels as if my heart is a pot that is boiling over and the words that come wave after wave seem to disappear when they hit the shores of my mind. The thought of the loose ends that must be cut makes me feel like a violin with too many broken strings. Beautiful, yet not completely useful. I've held my composer and stood like a solider, but my heart is becoming weary.

I must continue on in the absence of you.
I'm sorry.