the world was mine
a thousand minutes ago
when i thought, this will be okay
and smiled like it was

and it was a happy place
to stand and spin
the rain would fall
but it wouldn't touch me
and my pale skin

the world was mine
a thousand years ago
when i thought, where will i be
when i'm old and dying

and it was a good thing
to sit and believe
that i'll do everything
i've always wanted

but it only lasts a minute;
when the world is mine

the day it rains hearts
i pray that you will cut off your skull
so they will land in your brain
and you will understand that
love is
and love just -

the day it rains hearts
i hope that you will open up your eyes
and notice
i have an umbrella
for those who are afraid of love

the day it rains hearts
i wish that you would let your own heart
sync up with mine and
that i'm standing here

but the down pour is so heavy
i guess you just can't see me

so i'll be waiting

MY FAN JUST ATTACKED MY HAND, AND NOW IT HURTS. T____T

"The Girl Who Traveled Through Time" roughly, I think?
Anyways, I just watched this movie. It was excellent (today was a movie day for me, haha)
Really, I almost cried... and I liked the ending, but I think it could have been better - however, the movie is really great. I'd recommend it. :)

I stole'd this from goku_the_saru ~ ahhh, I love this movie! :)

it's there in my dreams
i wake up sewing themes
in my mind as i get dressed
school awaits and i'm over it
thinking where i could be
should be
and what i should be
and glad i'm not
the same as them
hidden in my eyes
if you notice, congratulations
smile, pose, twirl and say
it's who i love it's just that simple
always on my mind
its fun and sort of weird
and i like it just because


you know i wrote this poem randomly because i thought the word han-ryu was pretty. xD

I had to write a sonnet for Literature, and I am dreadful at writing poetry when I don't want to and am not inspired... so can you guys give me any tips or pointers and honestly tell me if it's any good, please? The rhyme scheme is a b b a c d d c e f f e g g. The beat per line is supposedly 5, although I found three beats for a few of them, they can all match a clapped five beat pace. D:

Also, can you tell me what you think it means? I'm really interested to know what people think of it.

Mismatched Key

I looked at the world today to see
A place in which I knew was dead and gone
It really looked like what you did, was done
Thinking of a place that has no key.
So when I looked behind you'd become lost
These wings, my heart, you took them all away
I gave them all to you because that day
I knew I'd have to act at such a cost.
Your freedom from the world, a tiny cage
It's something I'm afraid you cannot keep
Go back into your never-ending sleep
And dream the world that is your final stage,
 The lock that you had broken, now replaced
 Sits linking chains around our last embrace.

The meaning: A human who used to be an angel but gave it up to help the world who is stuck in an endless redundant life, y'know, like the circle of life. So basically earth is resembled as a being, and the angel and the earth are in love. So the angel will always be trapped in the tiny cage that is earth, but they love each other so it's okay?

http://community.livejournal.com/super_junior/1014050.html

*strokes chin and hmms and huhs and hahs and...*

OMG WUT.

i'm still thinking of how to think about this? lol

will come back and post my two cents later! they won't be anything bad, i promise. :)

floating past my nose
there is a puff ball of fuzz
lost from the pillow fight
i just had with this ghost
of the one i loved
a long time ago
but love is really something
i don't like

when i turn the switch up
i think it's insanity
with the lights off, much more natural
they think weird things of me
when i don't come in until invited

well it's just the truth
i'll say what i know but i'm not hungry
and i'll hang upside down on the playground monkey bars
with a black eye and ideas
of how to solve my viewpoint

when i wake up at night
and put on sunglasses at day
do you think you know me
or do you wish you did
but it's okay
to say i love
or you like
because i'm still alive



eh, another vampire-ish poem. and one right after the other! fresh out of the thinker. i'm on a role at 4:16 AM. I'VE BEEN IN A VAMPIRE MOOD LATELY.

bubble hearts and chairs of life
tip the vial of this cerebral poison
it stings in the back of your throat
as it gently runs down, like a foamy bath
you settle into feather soft thought-waves
who had to die for this
who had to lie for this?

and where are we going?

inside these globes, fragile things
a world alone stands and whispers
along the spinal cord it shivers
the song of memory and of living
give me a wing and i'll find the other
give me a reason

and i'll give you the answer.

Hiiiiiiiiii. I'm gonna do a friends cut! It's just because I feel like I have a lot of people I don't keep in contact with much anymore... so if I cut you and you'd still like to be on my journal, please let me know. :)

and then everything was white
the click clack of keys typing, was the only thing i could hear
and even that was fading
where am i? i thought
i am in heaven?

but if this is heaven,
i continue to travel down
and everything is white, the tree trunks
the leaves the water, my hands, my garments
pinpoints and cracks gave outlines
but it was so white

and then i blinked
i think it was the first time i'd actually blinked
a large cat stood before me, much larger than myself
"hello," it said, licking it's paw
"hello," i echoed
"are you new here," it asked, giant golden eye looking at me
the first thing that is not white

"i think so. am i in heaven?"
there was laughter and the cat dissolved
it became a flock of monarch butterflies, orange and black
the second thing that is not white
"are you in heaven? no one's that silly these days," the chorus of voices
laughs as they disappear, diving into the river

curiously, but i think i can't really feel
i squat down beside the blue-ish tinted river
feeling like i'm in a box that is large, but still boxed
the fish swimming against the torrent struggle,
and the butterflies have disappeared

i get up and keep walking,
my vision is starting to show more colour
but still something is wrong
i almost pass by a person, but they look like a stone carving
"hello," they said
"hello," i echoed, "where am i?"
"you're at the end." replied the person,
i could not tell their gender

"the end?" i queried
"yes, there is nothing more for you."

but i continue to walk
in hopes of finding something more
but it's so empty here
and it really is still white

when i close my eyes
i think i can feel again



I kind of pictured hell when I wrote this, and what it might be like. A terrible, voidless place, that allows you no feeling, and you're stuck there forever. It could be heaven, too, seen in the wrong light.

Hallo! I'm Gwyndolyn, a crazy high school senior who is obsessed with words and airships. :) Currently, I love KPOP and jpop/rock is a close second. I also fandom Merlin (I've only recently gotten into it, sadly), Doctor Who, Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Castle, Firefly, and Diana Wynne Jones. I have a dollfie by name of Killian. I'm generally outgoing, and I have a tendency to speak before I think. I love fashion (STEAMPUNK, decora, K-fashion, punk lolita, and visual) and the colour pink and attics. I have three lovely ferrets (ask me for their names ^^;) and a horse named Amyrillas; I ride Dressage.

I'm the girl who paints her nails the colour of the rainbow, squees at unicorn plushies like a child, hates napping but does it anyway, drinks tea to calm down, wants to take over the world with bubble guns and alarm clocks, and burns HUGE holes in her pocket. And,

( i lived most of my life thinking i was an alto when i was a first soprano?? )

Tara showed me this...
Pink underwear.

IDK but it makes me happy. xD


PS: will be replying to comments, and i read entries... life's been a pain in the ass. i should start commenting. *shuffles into a corner*

PS2: I HATEHATEHATEEE photobucket. wtf. it never uploads ANYTHING for me anymore.

PS3: lol, I'm so full of hate today. =.=

you smile at me with shady eyes
but i know what you're thinking
wrapping a bike chain around loose fists
i know what you're thinking
but do you know what i am

thinking

about
the warmth i find at the corner of my lips
from the cuts at the corner of my wrists
and the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes
where you smiled,
smile

balance the umbrella on the tip of your finger
add a fishbowl, coy
no, you're not the cat in the hat
you're just bad

you smile at me with shady eyes
and take my hand, yours and mine
with the blood you've stolen from me
you know what i'm thinking
but do you know what you're doing?

wrapping gauze around the damage
and the edges of my dreams
are the edges of the cliff
i'm standing on the edge of your love

for me
thinking

you smile at me with shady eyes
and the blood and the smile
you still don't know what it means

it gets funny when the sheep toy is revealed. lol.

LOL. The seven-seas remix of Survivor makes me think of TRIGUN.
I mean, c'mon.

It's so Trigun.

Yay. I love it. xD

your voice is fading in my ear
drenched in blood from listening too much
but to tell the truth my lips are just as chapped
from abuse and misuse and the cobwebs on my eyelashes
tell you one thing

you're
losing it

so high up
far upon a place only the tall can reach
with spindly stairs and curled up spiders
that stopped breathing when they realized
there's no chance

with sharpened senses and teeth that cause
my lips to bleed
i go blind, and i can't see
only can i hear, your voice fading
if i could speak i'd tell you one thing

you're
losing it

at the bottom of the coffee pot
the last drops of bittersweet
are melded with those tears
but it's a silly thing, i think
at the end of the world

so descending down the pipedream
with a swirl of colourful smoke
that is trapped inside soap bubbles
formed from your cupped hands
as you blink once, twice

there's two days left

movement dangles as i tip over
holding strong and looking towards the world upside down
from monkey bars on top of the tallest building
we could find

electric cigarette smoke floats
past your ears and tickles
the last ticks of "oh no i'm late, i'm late"
down the street, way down there,
we hear someone reading Through the Looking Glass
and i think,

isn't that where we're going?