Shaking fingers upon the strings of life

As you pause and step outside of your life look around, and see all the people walking in their bubbles, living in their own world and version of what they deem to be this world. In side this one world are many smaller ones, and what they all add up to is what you see before you. All the colors, shades, lights, and angles add up to your version of life. To what you call living.

Imagine all the different worlds that lay right next to you. They seep in and effect your own.

Then go and take away the idea of why you wake up in the morning, of what your here to do, of what path your going down, forget everything you used to love doing because you cant do it anymore.  Everything you once knew is gone and you are thrown into a world with out prior knowledge.  What do you do?

This is where i sit, and im having a hard time finding it, it being what im supposed to do. Im scared to take any steps farther but fear more being left behind to rot in the dust.

According to statistics i will die before age 27, the life i have led. the things that have happened in my world and the choices i have made.

Man fuck statistics, i’ll die when i damn well feel like it, and not a day sooner. I guess now it’s just up to me to create a new world, this is just my hesitant step as i slow down before passing the door frame by.

If bullet can climb roofs then i can totally do this.

i’m giving you this umbrella and wishing you safety and love, but it is time we part ways. it has been a great journey.

i know what your thinking.

and if you are ever in need of a good song, but grow tired of fall out boy, i suggest Senses Fail, their best song and one i dedicate it to you, Calling All Cars.

hopefully, we at least had a few good laughs. it’s time however, to go back to real life.

-my last loves going out-NOW- hope ya caught em. peace.

Side Note: i know what your thinking, “i just shit my pants!!!” dood that sucks, good luck cleaning that out. Good bye my good friend, i will remember these times as pleasant ones, where sleep was foreign and laughs were often. Savor these last words of mine, until i become famous and you can hear my words whenever you choose. Im so sorry it had to end this way, this terrible way…but get over it. =/. =p. lol, i know you will. 

final score. 

INIDANS : WON!!!! [duh, because were awesome]

GLASSES : ZERO!!!! [because i will always win, biotch]

Confessions Of a Shelleymiester

things to keep in mind.

1. Procrastination is how i work..at anything..like ..[to be continued]

2. I wear dirty jeans when i run out of clean ones, or when the ones i really want to wear are dirty. Undies some time too. =[. hehe.

3. I shave my legs once in a great while, not ever other day like i should.

4. I DO care how i look, all the time, when i look good, i feel good.

5. I'm terrible at putting on makeup. and often look like Frankenstein's bride to be, yes i could give Mary Shelley's characters a run for their money.

6. Google and Dictionary.com are my number one most used resources when i dont know what someone is talking about.

7. At least 50% of what i talk about has to do with me. and yes, i am self centered.

8. Anything that makes me laugh i will like. when it comes to laughter i'm an addictee.

[i laugh at mean things]

9. I have the memory of a Gold fish, and i refer to all of my friends to “that one dood” for the first three weeks of hanging out.

10. I spy on the neighbors, and read magazines front to cover when i get them [which is why i dont]

11. I enjoy threatening to beat people up, even though i would lose any battle i got into, because im a wimp.

12. I’m slightly bipolar. i think. and i cant make a solid decision and follow through with it.

13. I also enjoy dancing in my pantys and singing in the shower. I cant play my guitar to save my life. && i forget half of my great ideas before i can put them down on paper.

14. I probably act like a mom alot, not sure, but probably.

15. I love odd n random things, but when you stop to think about it, im really not much of either, im just as predictable as anyone else. like, i freaking die for good kisses. and cry during sad movies. and not sad movies.

16. I’m a really big baby and act like a spoiled brat, but most of the time try and pass off as a really analytical knower of all. once i get set on a point of view i wont budge. i can’t even make myself budge.

17. I love all animals and might be considered a hippie, without the grose things like dread locks and taking showers once every month. but i dont like wearing shoes.

18. 11 is my lucky number, and i dont know how thats a confession but there we go.

Green Kool Aid

I’ve decided that when this is all over
I will be God[dess]

insane
in sane

go inside a drop of sanity
look past humanity
between vanity’s
and dump can it’s all over me

We sit inside time
looking for rhymes
avoiding the limes
spending out dimes

time is the meaning time is the answer
being fought by cancer

your hours dedicated to
becomes you

where does importance lie
fuck it lets get fryed
could you pass my
mask before i start to cry

we are but actor’s in the play
set in may
the month of a to long day
keeping the truth at bay

time looks us dead on in the face
to bad there is no mace
big enough to crack it’s face
but it is still an open case

time is the dance time is the audience
masked by “cants”

you are face value
on a menu down in malibu

a voter is nothing alone entity
like men attracted to tittys
action disguised as background laughter
a voter is nothing alone entity

Battling to survive
none will arrive
when racing time
you can’t match its jive

the question is the answer
has the missing link
passed by without a wink
try not to think
you’ll end up gone within the blink

Here’s to me!

So, i don’t know what’s going to happen from here on out, but i’ve realized that- hey, you just can’t make every body happy, so right now shoot for yourself then along the way hopefully you can bring up some one else, and that will be THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!!

but once someone makes up their mind all you can do is let them realize their mistake and help them out with they fall.

i just hope i can get that little bit of happiness back that i never had.

Happy Fucking Valentines Day

Got no sleep. [although i'm not even close to tired...stilll!] cleaned the entire house, got tiffany off to school, [taking care of the little sister] already somked two cig.s. danced like a freak, did my morning work out, procrastinated  working on the house, and  finished the card trick. It’s still only nine thirty in the morning.  WHAT AM I GOING TO DO FOR THE REST OF MY DAY????AAAAAA! i’ll just go hang out. im supposed to be taking a nap, or something, but nope. not happening. wow.