Pantomime animosity.

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, I lie to myself
I'm the boy that eats his heart out

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss and she's a safecracker
She kissed me first and then broke in

We slip and slide on the stay-together landmine
I make my mind up to never be myself
And every time I make a rhyme
I live my life for someone else

Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa
Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the kitchen with bitter diamond drunks
(She's in the way)
I'm on the sofa hoping she leaves that punk cause
(I'm in the way)

I'm the boy with the poetry power
I'm the boy, smells like flowers
Every time I make a rhyme
I live my life like I wasn't invited

Oh-whoa-whoa

She's in the way
I'm in the way

I'm the boy that looks excited
I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart
Candyfloss, she kissed me first
And I'm the boy, don't get me started

I know I should be more careful
I know I should watch where I've been
Candyfloss, she's a safecracker
She kissed me first, then broke in

Oh-whoa-whoa

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It's my dream, don't take it away.

Sunday, April 12, 2009 @ 8:20 AM

Well, i forgot to add that the premonition was WHY i changed my theme again. Hahas. BUT, it turned out better than i expected.

^~^v i just loveee the blue.
okay, further poems on deserts by Carol Perroni.

Water In The Desert

My mind dreams of water in the desert.
It maps its course of gushing waterfalls
through impossible forests.
My mind finds its way to emerald green
pools of fascinating depth.

The desert wind knows its path
through rocky forests.
Its heart is a fantastic cavern
carved out of the sandy wind.
Wildly, it pulsates through starry nights.

The sands of time run like waterfalls
weaving the desert tapestry.
As I walk through this night,
I am sure I have tasted threads of
the salty air lick the corners
of the sand,
like the lost lovers of
waves returning home.

Desert Wind
Bend me into the desert wind.
I will follow the grains of sand like
windy footsteps. At strange intervals,
the dunes and pyramids of the desert
shift their doors open. On windy nights,the caves
stretch up through these doors
to touch the fading memories of stars.

All things shape-shift in the desert.
The wind is as trackless as the nimblest
bird. Through a rock tunnel, my ears
follow the sound of sandy whispers,
bending into the shape of a word.

I am lost on this plane of the desert.
The turrets of sun and sand surround me
in blinding harmony. Under the hot sand,
my footsteps melt and disappear.
I can only see the sun ascending,
like a scorching halo,
endlessly circling above me.

Desert Shadows
They move across the sky like veiled spirits gathering light,
the clouds that converse with the mesas,
the broken mountain tops with their hearts open
to the cloud shadows that create formations inside

The jigsaw patterns of shadows that fall
from cloud spirits surround the mesas,
speak the desert's hidden language,
a pantomime of purple shadows
quivering across the hot land,
tracing the cool image of rain from memory

Long canals of shadows lock together,
closing the distance,
spilling into the moment like pools
falling over the desert's edge and into my heart

As I turn to leave this place,
a sense of its distances follows me
in its nightfall shades,
imprinting themselves upon me,
like footprints forever walking inside my memory.

Heart of the Desert
She traveled into the vast heart of the desert
and discovered it was a landscape just like her own
The memories grew in cactus clumps
surrounding her and stuck her with pinholes of pain
drawing blood when she tried to find a
narrow passageway through them
So she slept near them at night and pondered her
tangled paths as her fire created huge spiny cactus
shadows around her that silently inched closer

She slept against the trunk of a pinon tree and
dreamed that she was climbing it
and with her wing hands
she caught two clouds passing by
She flew over all the painful cactus memories
until she landed in the cool depths of a canyon
bathed in soothing river shadows

She embraced a fragrant silver-haired sagebrush
living along the canyon's sides
and together they swayed like thread
sin the many scarves of breezes and let the
pinholes of stars radiate love down upon them.

i hope you enjoyed them,
if you didn't, i did. :D

Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the candy empire.

Hello. My name is liying, without any spacing in between.
I'm obviously a girl, if it isn't obvious enough. I also have this super, uber, long name which says Any one will do, its your choice.

My awesomeness can't be contained in such a teeny-weeny box because i'm sensational. Yes, I'm loved, bayy-beh. I blog about everything under the sun and anything that's the past, present and the future. My profile page is non-existent, because its not long enough.

In more detail, click here.

16 on 18 June. She's single & loving it.

She's like TV, you see her, hear her like CD.

But clearly you'd be on different degree levels, whatever. No, you can't touch her.

Give her a pink candyfloss, and you’ll be loved by her.

Prioritize her, you automatically jump to the top of her list.

She says MARSHMELLOWS, KOKO CRUNCH and HONEY STARS are the happenning.

She is bubbly, temperamental, and fabulous.

She takes pride in being a bakaranger, as bakaRED the dolphin. In fact, BAKAS are her first priority.

What you see is what you get.
She's what you see and what she will be.
That's just who she is.

If she wants to do this, i'm sorry, but you can't make her do that.

There's more to what meets the eye. So, although first impressions last forever, blow that.

Judge her based on what's inside, not 'the cover'.

You are perfection. She's your reflection.

She is nobody.
Nobody is perfect.
HAHA, erase that.

She does what everyone else does. She seeks perfection and strives to keep her inconsistent sanity in check.

She's an artist. She draws, yes.

The weather forecasts her mood, and her mood predicts her dress code.

Unpredictable? Yes. Like the river currents, she changes course fast.

You may not be able to keep up with her; because with her around, you never know what's going to happen next.

In short, she's versatile.

Wild at times, but she's a fun-loving, peacelover. (Of couse, she tries hard to be the peacemaker.)

Her personality doesn't lie. She keeps her promises and am true to her word.

Give her no permission? She breaks the rules.

She doesn't conform. She loves fashion. Her style is imagination.

Don't ever try to play her. Don't lie, don't patronise, just change your ways.

Lights out, there's no room for her to cry. So tell her what went wrong.

For every door that's open, she's not going to shut it. Why no, she prefers to take her chances.

The issue on weight ticks her off.

She desires a lower metabolism 'cause its really difficult for her to put on the extra kilograms.

Unless you want to feel guilty for the rest of your life, do not ever mention the words 'you are skinny' because it does hurt.

It would be a great blow to her self-esteem. No, correction. She would be greatly demoralised.

Be kind to her, she forgives and forgets.

She must confess she loves her bloody punctuality, though she tries to be on time.

She yearns morning rains and waking up to the sounds of waves.

To watch the stars and have a clover leaf, its luck.

Everything ‘bout her screams water and she thinks water is the coolest drink.

She loves everything and hates nothing.

She’s into swimming, lifesaving, wakeboarding, drumming, rollerblading, rollercoasters, glow-in-the-darks, bunk beds, japanese, anime, audition, manga and her eekies.

She loves sleeping, but hey, she's no pig.

She loves shiny things because they catch the eye. Diamonds, chandeliers, shoes, bags, anything glitter goes.

She loves lipgloss, eyeliner, red nails and her red highlights. Yes, she's vain, but isn't that what makes a girl?

A huge fan of Walt Disney, she espcially loves the redhead little mermaid, Ariel.

Although she sucks at it, she loves jigsaw puzzles.

She likes to see the pieces come together, just like how she makes life to be - a portrait.

Her world is filled with colours, especially RED.scarlet, aqua and azure.

There’s no such thing as black and white, so don’t tell her what’s right from wrong.

She wants good riddance to evil, global warming and poverty.

If you smoke, she bites.

Keep your nails off the chalkboard, unless you're trying to bring her down.

Music plays a large part in her life. She enjoys stuffing earpieces in her ears and hear the music explode.

Sometimes, she tries to escape from burnin' out.

Give her a super shock, blow her off the block. Make her wanna. You're welcomed.

Rock. She likes it when you pop.

Guys with spiky hair make her melt. But hush, hush, turn it up baby, make your move. You've got fever, this freaking beat's so hot.

If you've got something she's never seen, one shot, you gotta give her everything.

Only one condition before she moves. She's no longer your prey, but the predator.

With every move she makes, she keeps her hunting eyes on the game. When her target is finally found, now it's time to play.

No need to talk, when you're caught.

Games get a bit of that, where's the thunder at. Get in her track, she's game.

But remember there's one thing you should know, when she's in hot pursuit, her mission is you. You don't have to beg for more.

She doesn't turn back. She doesn't fear her past - Guess she delivers that.

She believes in fairytales, miracles and happily-ever-afters.

Don’t say no to her because she’ll make you say yes.

If you don't want her to go, try to convice her that she should stay.

She dislikes things like parting ways and saying goodbyes. The next time you leave her, instead of saying ‘bye’, say ‘I’ll see you again.’

She disappears one day...If you miss her, she misses you.
Basic courtesy.

She wants you to know that she loves her family and friends dearly. So, if you’re one of the above, you’re blessed!

What more can I say? God has given her many stepping stones. Lucky? She knows she's more than just that.

This gemini is a go-getter and a professional hairstylist/manga artist/animator/coast lifeguard wannabe.

She believes in dreaming. She believes that her moment will come, and when it does, here in this spotlight, she'll shine like a superstar.

She already lost half her life to sleep. Yes, she only realises it after waking up.

But, she is determined that her other half will be filled with her dreams, and of course, a little magic. Get to know her? Pick one: Email/Msn/Friendster/Facebook/Fictionpress

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