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]]> ~meis http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/10269762/ http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/10269762/ Tue, 03 Oct 2006 10:24:51 PDT And that bad shit caused me to crash
My life to crash
I went to rehab
I was in rehab for 8 days
I was sent home
It was my choice
But they were going to send me home anyways
They said I was uncurable
That nothing they could do would help me change
Does anyone know how that feels?
When sobriety is all you want
But shunning is all you get?
It sucks
It sucks bad
The only thing productive I did there was write about 6 poems
Which I will be posting up here within a couple days
Because I have been sent to live with someone
Someone I was told would be a bad influence on my recovery
But they don't care
Im uncurable

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Ahaha. So I am back dA. Sorry for my absence I was just really getting pissed off at dA. Hmmm lost chain of thought. Anyways, dA is still SLOW AS FUCK as usual, even with an update. Go figure. Oh well its not like I expected it to magically get faster because God knows how HORRIBLE that would be.

With that said, I hope to start writing again. I have new inspiration and his name is Ben. Haha. But I will also be writing a lot about friendships, family life, and my future as well as I have discovered recently how very important all of these things are. Also I'm going to be starting a poem series and a prose series soon about partying or some shit like that. Important stuff for teenagers to read about the fun AND dangers of partying. I dont know.. sounds like a good idea, just need the inspiration, ya?

Oh and one day I do hope to finish older series such as MtM... But WHO KNOWS when that will be! Ahaha.

Peace and Love all <3 ]]> ~meis http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/5068470/ http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/5068470/ Tue, 12 Apr 2005 10:07:04 PDT
Sad note: Sorry I havn't been posting on journals or deviations. So very sorry. I will try to be much more active on dA when I have the time.

Happy note: 42 favorites on 'Please Don't Label Me' THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS!

Another happy note: Over 6,500 views THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS!

Yet another happy note: I have been on dA now for over 2 years!

Last happy note: Life is good, life is great. At the moment my life is going quite perfectly. This is the time of our lives.

Artist: Paul Van Dyk
Song: Time Of Our Lives (Feat. Vega 4)
Album: Reflections

There's a time for us to let go
There's a time for holding on
A time to speak, a time to listen
There's a time for us to go

There's a time for living low down
There's a time for getting high
A time for peace, a time for fire
A time to live, a time to die

A time to scream, a time for silence
A time for truth against the lies
A time for fate, a time for science
There's a time for us to shine

There is a time for mixed-believing
There's a time to understand
A time for hurt, a time for healing
A time you run, to make a stand

Oh, this is the time of our lives (8x) ]]> ~meis http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/4467101/ http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/4467101/ Wed, 02 Feb 2005 00:46:37 PST

Arc of Time - Bright Eyes


You can make a plan
Carve it into stone
Like a feather falling
It is still unknown
Until the clock speaks up
Says it's time to go
You could choose the high
Or the lower road
You might clinch your fist
You might fork your tongue
As you curse or praise
All the things you've done
And the faders move
And the music dies
As we pass over
On the arc of time

So you nurse your love
Like a wounded dove
In the covered cage of night
Every star is crossed
By phrenetic thoughts
That seperate and then collide
And they twist like sheets
Till you fall asleep
And they finally unwind
It's a black balloon
It's a dream you'll soon deny

I hear if you make friends
With Jesus Christ
You will get right up
From that chalk outline
And then you'll get dolled up
And you'll dress in white
All to take your place
In his chorus line

And then in you'll come
With those marching drums
In a saintly compromise
No more whiskey slurs
No more blonde haired girls
For your whole eternal life
And you'll do the dance
That was choreographed
At the very dawn of time
Saying, I told you son
The day would come
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die, you'd die
You would die, you'd die, you'd die

To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
On a circuit board
We will soon be born
Again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again, again
And again, again, again ]]> ~meis http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/2958255/ http://meis.deviantart.com/journal/2958255/ Sun, 25 Jul 2004 01:22:49 PDT
'Whiskey Lullaby' - Brad Paisley

She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spend his whole life trying to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
and finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
with a note that said "I'll love her 'til I die'
And when we buried him beneath the willow
the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
and finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
than the strength she had to get up off her knees
They found her with her face down in the pillow
clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
while the angels a whiskey lullaby

(lullaby)


So sad

Anyways, I finished Murdoc the Mad: Hella Stella today! It is a MUST see!

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