Violent.

Posted by Miss Meghan , Saturday, July 17, 2010 10:57 PM

Never in my life have I been more frustrated. My sister got pulled over for speeding, and the cops found alcohol in her car. But she didnt get in trouble cause "she didnt know her friends had it in her car". Bullshit. I bet on anything she knew it was in there. My parents had to come pick her up and drive her car home even though she hadnt been drinking. She lied to my parents. She told them that she doesnt drink, and that shes never drank and drove. Bullshit. Ive talked to her when she came home buzzed. Shed fucking retarded. I should have said something, like when she spilled on me. I really feel the need to hit something, or drive really fast. LOUD MUSIC. Shes grounded, and cant hang out with certain people. Too bad mom and dad dont know that the people she can still see are the worst of them all. God, if this was me, I wouldnt have a car, or a phone. And theyre telling her how much they love her, and theyre only punishing her cause they car.

If I were a genetic mutant, Id be huge and green by now.

words words words.

Posted by Miss Meghan 12:41 PM

I wish there was a word between 'like' and 'love' because that's exactly where I am.

And 'like' and 'love' makes 'live'. Thats all we can to till we get to the latter.

Play us a tune, Piano Man

Posted by Miss Meghan , Friday, July 2, 2010 12:08 AM

"Play us a tune, Piano Man"

I really cant explain it.
Music calms my soul.
Makes everything pause.
But its only live music,
No words.
Piano.
Acoustic Guitar.
Id love to hear what your fingers are producing.
I can feel your emotions pouring out,
through the pads of your fingers.
I feed off of this creative energy.
The effort, soul, and sounds you produce.
It sustains me, soothes the restless storm beneath my pores.
Hypnotic, almost.
All that matters is the vibrating strings.
Its like a light switch. Id let you play me to sleep,
Every night if it was possible.

Give me music for my journey.

Journey to my pillow, so my soul can dance while I sleep.