Gargle.

Gargle. Goop. Grind. Group.
Blame. Shame. Stand. Stoop.
Lick. Love. Loser. Ladder.
Shut. Sick. Sever. Shatter.

Keep. Kick. Keen. Kept.
See. Slip. Sing. Swept.
Pick. Place. Pass. Pace.
Clap. Cave. Cove. Case.

Art. Act. All. Apt.
Tick. Tock. Toe. Tapt.
Feel. Felt. Flip. Fall.
Heel. Hole. Hop. Hall.

Vote. Veil. Vast. Vow.
Weak. Worry. Woops. Wow.
Neat. Nest. Nurture. Next.
Teal. Turkey. Top. Text.

Quick. Quite. Quit. Queen.
Bit. Bitten. Bite. Bean.
Rip. Robe. Real. Read.
Divine. Deep. Dead. Deed.

Let's break down the crazy, shall we?

In my mind I hear a shot, I hope and pray that I'm caught. Never open, never spoken, what should I think? Barriers build themselves and break down my cells. My mind is gone and you are gone. Where are we now? We are turning; we are living, but not living where we long. How long, my dear, will you cling tight to your fear? Irrational, fantastical, I'll be standing here. Hearts are hilarious things to hear. Bear down on your secrets until they condense into tiny maggots that eat through your splints. I've dealt with supression, and still to this day, I deal with the lesson that my heart leads the way. Never offended, ever being lended, how else can we spend it, because we know she will rend it.

Nothing is what you think.

"Now that I've found someone, I'm feeling more alone."

Ben Folds makes my senses go, "Ahhh..."

I know, I know:

I'm only sixteen. However, I've already got baby fever. It's going to be a long time before I'm at that point in my life. Trust me. I want to live my life selfishly and independently first. It's going to be a long while. How long is long, though? Like, what? 5-9 years? Realistically, that's not too long. So, I'm going to share my baby names and desires for children. You know? I think everyone, no matter who they are, longs to be a parent; whether they'd ever admit that or not. (:

For my first child, or my boy child (unfortunately, I can't make sure those go together. Well, I could; but I won't.), I'm naming him: Daxton Abolafia.

And for my second child, or my girl child, I'm naming her: Talley Capri.

Cute right? Yeah, I think so too.




Ha, I know a lot of this stuff really isn't all that interesting, or maybe it is, but it's a different kind of interesting, and for that I'm sorry. I wish all the stuff I wrote all the time was full of juicy goodness and complex words that spin off of eachother. That's simply not the case though. I use this thing as my personal record of things happening in my life, and sometimes that includes somewhat dry things. So, endure for the juice if you like, but know that this really is more like my diary.

G'night bloggers<3
P.S. I have a very irrational crush... (:

TIME

Moments weave and wave and speak and save
They live and breathe, give and receive
Look at your dim face in the mirror of disgrace
Do you see anything that you want to be?

Life trips and falls and breaks down many walls
It takes a hold of your soul with a tight grip of power and control
Step back from the stage and examine your own rage
Are you where your passion is?

Hearts leap and jump, studder and pump
They break and are broken, they take and are taken as a token
Fly by the wreakage of your past, there's a good reason it didn't last
Will you open yourself?

Will you open yourself to the time at hand?
To life?
To your own heart?
To love?








Don't not let go of something over which you have no control.
TIME stops for no one.

This is addressed to anyone that has broken a heart or that has had their heart broken:

Spin around, touch your toes
Discover a secret that nobody knows
Hold your breath and say a prayer
Uncover me, layer by layer

No one knows what they don't
No one loathes what they won't
I have a funny feeling about this

Though you do what you say
You don't say how you play
I have a funny feeling about this

So spin around and touch your throat
Discover the secret of all the lies that you wrote
Hold your breath and say a prayer
I'll uncover your grave, layer by layer

And now the song is at an end
Your impudence made nothing but a bend
In the fabric of my past
Thank the LORD we didn't last














I FINALLY BROKE MY WRITTING MOLD. (:

"I want to uppercut your head like two miles in the air." Haha(:

Can you smell the rain before it falls? Do you see the clouds roll in? Before the storm drops its mood, do you have any idea when it will all begin? Yes, you do. In the soles of your shoes and in the core of who you are, you know.

When you're surrounded by cowboys and their loaded guns, and you're out of arrows, and there's no where to run, did you know you'd be here yesterday in the burning sun? Yes, you did. Something inside you whispered and you heard it when it began.

In the darkness of the night when no one is around, and you have yourself to be with, there is no other sound, don't you feel so close to life just know that this is how it is? And you know you must just let life be? Yes, in those moments you will know. You will know inside that all you have is this.









One day I will be free to love and hate what I please,
But as of now, my caring heart still has me on my knees.
<3