I have a blog?

Holeh shite.

It still exists
I still exist
Whatta miracle! Whoduthunkit.... and all those other synonyms for made-up words
I don't know, I'm not up for writing one tonight.
I was bored and procrastinating, sooo here I am.
This place brings back a lot of memories.
Good and Bad.
Happy, Sad, Angry, every basic emotion.
It was just a good blast from the past.
I just want to write about this so that I can look back AGAIN in six months and smile at the words.

Such juvenile words.
So cliche
Love it haha.

Well, sayonara.

xoxo,
 Deathofbeauty.

I'm just a little

space cadet
with my feet on the ground
my hands held high
but I seem to be
digging myself down

I can see the end but don't know where I began
so many things I cannot understand...

Sadly, I'm back.... xoxo
DeathOfBeauty

I pray a lot

for someone who doesn't believe in God.

take my photo off the wall if it just won't sing for you
cuz all that's left has gone away and there's
nothing left for you to do.

oh now look what you've done
you've made a fool of everyone
oh well it seems like such fun
until you lose what you had won.
oh well look what you've done
you've made a fool of everyonee

i'll keep my mouth shut but my fingers will run wild forever

too busy
I get it.
but facebook can't keep it's mouth shut
I never really understand why I'm so surprised to see a new update
every
time
I sign on.
It's the
pang feeling
you have when you get somewhat hurt.
only somewhat.
because my years resolution forbids me to feel more.
like I was saying.
I'm keeping my mouth shut.
No more texts.
No more IMs.
No more wishing, hoping, praying.
I need to see some blood sweat and tears.
Maybe a cliche
Maybe a gesture.
Anything.
Because though you're still here.

I feel like you've already left...

Silently sulks
the
Death Of Beauty.

he's there...

i can smell it
the taste,
feel it between the fingerprints,
and move along the breeze of
the ever-passive teenage mind.
tic-toc, tic-toc,
we're racing against time,
trapped in a clock.
dodging the seconds while the minutes roll by
and our hour is slowly approaching.
tic-toc, tic-toc,
our race for more time.
traditions are meant to be broken
and hearts are forever.
flip that around, turn it upside down
and you'll find me
just one big disaster.

tic-toc, tic freakin TOC.
this mind of mine needs a new lock
3 more to go, 3 more to go
tictictoc, 
tictictoc,
tictictoc....

Signing off with this blurb of thoughts
open to no interpretation, it's self explanatory.

xoxo
DeathOfBeauty

old nightmares have faded...

but the worst has yet to come..

Tragic, but True.
I have big dreams wrapped up in you.

I'm holding out and holding on
to every letter and every song
to every text and every line
to every wink and every sign
to every little thing you do
like I said,
my dreams are wrapped up in you...

soundly I'll never sleep,
so long as I'm the
death of beauty....


I'm back

HereGoesEverythin

Well, I'm off to Israel for 18 days
so no posts for 18 days I guess.

Words cannot express my anger, resentment, hurt, and disappointment right now.
There's no way I'm pinning this on PMS this time.

I'm just downright annoyed.
Thanks for letting me go on vacation knowing that someone probably doesn't care.

Hmm, it's 3 a.m.

Goodbye, goodnight, and goodluck (you're gonna need it, honey)

xoxo,
         Death.Of.Beauty....

So this is the outcome of taking the hint?

Don't you worry about me I'm fine
just chasing your hollow lulls-

it's hard to speak, makes me weak
oh, what a sick cliche
come to think of it now
you said you wouldn't have her any other way
i see a girl, she's frightened
waiting by the hydrant for a sign
of anything,anything, that'll make her feel alive

Don't you worry about me I'm fine
I'm just still chasing your hollow lullabies
Sweet symphony runs through my threaded veins
split a seam, make me weep I'll just be filled with
twine and broken dreams

your goose-down bed has turn to stone
she shrieks with pain when she should moan
a single tear cascades the porcelain face
"nothing more than an embrace"
she thinks as you move towards her
shaken, feared, she wanted you to hold her
just one moment for it all to be right,
nothing in sight, no love in sight


Don't you worry about me I'm fine
Just keep chasing your hollow lullabies
Sweet symphony runs through my threaded veins
split a seam, make me weep I'll just be filled with
twine and broken dreams

fingers caress, slide down spaghetti straps,
you watch her face change as you tug on her dress,
calloused tips make their way down
buttons one and two, teach her something new
about love and loss.
she hears the zip and the pounding of her heart
and a cool new breeze
time begins to freeze...

"let me out don't want to be here
i'm only caged by what i've learned to fear
passing glances and drinks
leads me to think
that this is only temporary
only temporary..." (all said in a whisper)

It's so obvious I'm not fine,
Hey just caught up with your stupid hollow lullabies
Down by the hydrant I carved out a phrase
telling the world, that this love, according to you
nothing more than an embrace.

Mmmmm I love 2 a.m. lyrics.
"So this is the outcome of taking the hint" or well... Hollow Lullabies
took 15 minutes to write, obviously.
And was at 2 a.m.
GOODNIGHT!!!

xoxo.
Death Of Beauty

uhhh yea =D

Okay so I have this friend.
She's pretty much the same person as me.
I swear I was not high when saying this.

Basically, we are a part of a different world.
you kno those angels and devils on peoples shoulders?
Yea, we're in the angel/devil world.
And together, we make up one person in a bigger world,
with features that combine the two of us.
Soooo my friend called being the devil first, but that is not going to happen
because we interchange angel and devil roles
sooo sometimes i'm the angel, and sometimes i'm the devil.
and so the angel is sometimes the devil
and the devil is sometimes the angel
...
and our host is just really stupid.

WOOT

the death of beauty....

just got into university!
and is really giddy!
and is feeling pretty!
and witty!
and freaky,
TEEHEE!!


GOODNIGHT
xoxo
Death.Of.BEAUTY! =D