dizzy up the girl.

FOR YOU ALL

2009-09-22T15:56:47Z

There are some questions below. Leave me a comment with your answers and repost the questions in your journal so I can do the same for you. <3

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) What was your dream growing up?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
05) Favorite vegetable?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) What zodiac sign are you?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) Favourite and least favourite food?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you

for crumpledsky

2009-09-08T17:57:38Z

you turned sixteen,
so take a moment to scribble
out the noise
and slip into yourself

remember
to never regret the lonely
days, days you'll spend
against a wall
watching the sky
letting the cigarette smoke
calm you down

or the days
you could spend giving
the finger to the world

take time to heal
yourself
when
boys and girls
break your heart

give yourself
the right to vent,

and a cause
to fight for

because your runaway
plans have fucked up
and we're here to stay

breathe in
breathe out
you'll be okay

adrien: im sorry i havent been around much these days. hope you like this sort of birthday thing for you..

after a long time i might be okay

2009-09-01T16:22:27Z

sometimes
i write out
this scribbled feeling
thats sits in me

this feeling
of the silence smashing

into everything
i want

the feeling
of you
slipping out
through my fingers

nameless

2009-03-23T09:12:18Z

some definition of

dyfunctional. i pin

back these days to let them

percolate, spin themselves

into bombs, falling trees,

pooling rainwater

all the things i can't ever

understand

when i'm around you

we skim by rushing trains

come up with reasons

why the people travelling all

need to be somewhere

but it hurts when you

can't remember where you

need to be

where you are wanted

so in the end i take this

as another flicker of the fire

that will burn me

and i will just smile and tell

you i'm okay

show you my scars

proudly

Shedding

2009-02-11T14:51:21Z

So my distilled day
sits on pavements,
learning the lines
between our worlds
and the ways the sun
sinks in alternate ways.

shedding, learn the flaw
and love her
whole, like there is

no reason to believe
the boundaries of before

peel exteriors, the circles
of truth emerge like scars.
emancipation,
this is who you really are.

late night shifts

2009-02-08T09:22:56Z

late night shifts, and
we are not ourselves
girls with too many hearts
blue in destruction mode

her smile catching in webbed
light, mangled hope
causes sunshine depression

but this connection is
better-fall in love with
the dying, homeless,
future home wreckers

this is your shadow
in my seven corners
cease to exist,
making a sound to
pull me out of inhibition

redhead, golden dress
want to runaway?

poem

2008-12-31T12:48:59Z

We are in the spells, the handmade
river of promise. We are the shadows
rising against the peeling personalities
of ourselves when no one is around.
When the dark empties into our
veins, we're smiling. Emptying the
shattered glass into the sea and
pretending we don't hurt. That we
haven't been burnt. In the ageing
shade of freedom, we learn how
to stop ourselves from smiling
too much, because we know
how far down we'll f-
-all
we have crawled inside
the sheets, selling ourselves to
fate and he watches you sleep
waiting till you slacken the alert
mode and he stikes. i still dream
of our countries of words, starlit
and humble, under the impression
we are damaging ourselves but
really, we are only breaking and
learning to rise after each fall.

g o v e r n m e n t

2008-12-02T09:46:35Z

maybe when
we
voted for you
we must have forgotten
to see the motto
of your party-

allow
us to fuck you up

twice over

m u m b a i

2008-11-29T10:00:08Z

The stitches of my world have come loose again. Beads of sorrow percolate in my heart and everytime another disaster occers I can barely breathe.

Mumbai has always been hit by some misery every once in awhile. But never has there been a disaster that has collectively stopped our heartbeats for three days, and cut off our oxygen supply. Terrorists entered Bombay by sea, split up and went around the city firing shots at random as they passed by busy streets before they entered the hotels and Nariman house where they held the people in there hostage. death count- 195.

This is the city I was born in. This is the city my parents grew up in. I have walked along the beach passing the Taj hotel and wondering what it would be like on the inside. My parents grew up near the Nariman house. Its been around for ages. My mom as a kid along with her siblings used to dare each other to go into the Oberoi hotel without getting caught. I've eaten at Leopold's the last time I went to Mumbai for holidays. But now all these places have fractured our memories and replaced with sadness and anger. I want these bastards caught. Only few of them were caught, most of them shot dead. But the estimate is that there are 40 terrorists.

40? So where are the rest of them? Are they still lurking among my people planning another attack? I sure would like to know. Thats the place I'm going to go next year after high school and I want it safe.

Pakistan is already put to blame. Sure everyone knows theres lot of politics involved. The pakistani government is doing nothing to put the terrorists living so freely in their country behind bars. And who suffers? The rest of the world.

For the first time, we have reason to believe in the police and army forces again. They've fought those bastards properly. India thanks you guys. We salute those who died in combat yesterday.

Although this incident has put us in a frozen state, we will never be defeated. Mumbai will rise on its feet again. We will fill it with our hopes and everyday life again. We will work on replacing memories.

Projection

2008-11-22T14:16:30Z

(these are the reasons to crumple away already)

sometimes i was a projection
in a catalogued dream

where the fists of snow
rang excuses through dirty
brown grounds, this

sister of mine fainted in
the swirl of faint remarks the

silence of the ground erases
the color of dreams from
searchlights of holocausts

the girl in my mind cried
with shredded limbs

fuck, because i was only
dying too soon with her
bitter pearl of
shame in my
mouth, the sky alight
with a thousand
excuses to die.

How its going to be

2008-11-20T10:17:43Z

We want out from sinister things. A backdrop of hurt breaking away from the sky blue. My ears have crossed boundaries. The silence waits. Silence is needing you but you’re not here. A map to dream on. The trees do not stir. They’ve learnt to sleep through all the shit humans have put them through. There is a definite world in my body. My veins have cried enough. They don’t tell you that being a teenager means being confused, being torn apart by options. The angst comes as the afterglow, the death recurring every time the gun fires. The teenager who exploded his head after he had killed the others realizing they felt the same pain too. Who has the answers clearly imprinted on the skins of their palm? I’ll seek them out. If you’re at peace with yourself, put your hands up. A country of dead hope, there is no vindication in our smiles. I’m sorry but after the huge impact of the first sorrow, the remaining line of sadness follow in an overbearing pattern.

Blinding Light

2008-11-18T14:26:21Z

loss of sustenance          the whirl of leaves cry         yellowing brown sadness
          I’ve forgotten to make a note of this

the structure of the day when you flew away

the distance grilled to nothing more than a dream         I have forgotten what you taste like
    patches of light                  wooden benches with our names carved on it
          ‘I will never leave you’
patterns
that repeat

breaking in a caustic smile           I should have walked away        before I knew you would,
              a loss,

grief packaged          the wicked arc of sun     I should be happy again   I don’t want to
u n r a v e l
again like the wool strewn all over the carpet

that no one bothers to pick up
because it is
                                        a lost cause

girl in the attic flies away

2008-10-30T13:40:48Z

i am told
love is sure limbed- that
it creates the confidence
through eyes and hands
overriding the soft waves
of smiles and perfume
on her red red
dress.
sugar girl, candy mouth,
swirls tattoos in his mouth,
How her mascara jumps at the
world! between the borders
of the world too small for the
dreams she wants to blush into
reality, she finds the milk spill
in the kitchen, the blue dress on
her bed, and her baby photographs
too important. says, i don't want
to forget any detail. every detail
should cling to you like wet
clothes
refusing to lean away into the
breeze. creases-she hates how they
tell her she is the weaker sex on sunny
blue afternoons, how night empties into
day and the day weakens into the night,
how monotonous bank jobs sound, and
how small the world seems to her
boyfriend. he sees too little, likes only
the curves in her, and other girls she
may never know of but still sure they
exist.
all these worlds percolate in her, sounds of
sober car crashes and her own
smile
sinking into a deep ridge away
from prying eyes.