| Friday, May 27, 2011
the time has come again for one to wax lyrical about something.
what will it be today?
death, darkness or doom?
or happy sappy?
it really has ceased to matter, has it not?
for you see,
what needs to come out has to come out,
the words within have to flow out of the dancing fingertips anyway,
an elegant river, waterfall,
pebbles worn smooth by the water,
what once gray and unbecoming, now sparkling in the rising sun,
waiting in the wings for it's turn on the stage.
the purple piggy oinked 7:46 PM
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there is this faraway place, somewhere in this world, or maybe out of this world,
it insists on remaining hidden, so I can't tell you where it is.
although you probably already know where it is.
the place reveals itself only to a select few, but this select few will change and differ over time, some remaining and some struck off.
So you see, it's highly likely that you may have seen it before.
But do you remember how it looks like?
purple mushrooms dancing about in the sunset and into the night, music blaring as the violet inhabitants dance about their lavender land.
familiar?
ink is in abundance there.
the purple piggy oinked 1:04 AM
| Saturday, May 21, 2011
there is always this emptiness, that perhaps everyone has within them.
it's not exactly a nice feeling, is it?
it's strange.
strange how it comes after a period of joy and laughter,
strange how it comes when you're listening to a happy song,
strange how it decides to invade even after you decide that there should be less dank dark depressing (hey alliteration, how are you?) posts here.
but this world is a strange place,
just like jam, berries, kappa, manna, hummingbirds.
so many things, destroyed and left to die parched in the unforgiving glare of the sun.
don't mind this, really.
the purple piggy oinked 2:50 AM
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clouds swirl overhead.
They can't be coloured, can they? But really, the colour of those clouds is subject to debate.
Why so interested in the colour of those clouds, anyway? The main point is not there.
the girl stares at the clouds, eyes squinting against the sunny rays winking through the fluff, or perhaps to protect her eyeballs against the soon to come rain droplets.
Hey, so the setting is clear. Where is she, you ask? Why should you know? She may or may not be on Earth, but really, interruption is frowned upon.
danger stalks closer from behind, the knife reflecting the gleam in the eye.
Once again I feel the need to add something wholly unrelated here. Show, not tell!
noiseless death.
So I told. Can't exactly show, can I?
the purple piggy oinked 2:35 AM
| Friday, May 13, 2011
so this one's a selfish one.
don't we all have problems? to me, if you're going to stir up such chaos just because you want attention, exaggerating your problems and affecting others, you deserve to be slapped.
it's just stupid. get over it. this is not the way, you see, and it's getting on everyone's nerves.
okay end of rant.
the purple piggy oinked 9:10 PM
| Saturday, May 7, 2011
you know, there are times when the flower blooms as the rainclouds herald cool winds and refreshing droplets.
the purple piggy oinked 7:41 PM
| Friday, May 6, 2011
the words are enough but yet not
the ink running dangerously low as the white pages are violated with angry scribbles of unhappiness
the rollercoaster emotions taxing as they cut slash nearly kill
soon to be dead the potato plants wither
the exhaustion claws away
and no one says a thing.
tired of all this.
can't be bothered.
now, if only you could read what I just deleted.
the purple piggy oinked 5:21 AM
