billy

martin

well,yeah

oh, about mai post, "gotta make tis 1 kwik" pleeze no annonomous comments. if u r the 1 ho left that 1 & u no me, call me. cuz i think i know u, & i'll call u.

dood

Mmm kay. 1 of these dayz I’m gonna figure out how my scanner works, and I will put my artwork on the net. I am an artist, if I haven’t exclaimed it b 4. I’m a singer/ song writer/ photographer. And I love it. All I need is a publisher or producer to view this…

OK, IF YOU R 1 OF THE ABOVE, GIMME A CAREER RIGHT NOW. Nothing more unprofessional than that. But hear this:
“Never b 2 proud 2 beg. U may have to get on ur neez-
With a thousand angry screaming people behind u.”
-Jack Black

a first 4 ella

i live inside
a tini tini place
h says its a refuge
but i'm not sure if its safe

outide of my face
i live in a city
its most segregated
not sure you should know

i live
yeah
in a state
with a governor
who keeps laws
to kill my baby
yeah

some say democrcy rox
but i'm content
with my box
you know
john kerry has a chin
that looks
like a lady's...
yeah
but then
there's our president
a lota ways he aint helpin
with the national debt
yeah

no title

mmmm kay. the next three songs were written when i was mor punk.

Another Day

Chorus:
This is another song
About a girl
Does she know right from wrong?
She’s angry at the world

Today is tomorrow’s yesterday
And
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
But every day I wake up
To the sun rising on my face
(Chorus)

Another day
What am I going to do?
It’s the same old day
And every day
I wait until the end of time
(Chorus)

Will someone rescue me?
No
But I will myself
And I’m almost where I want to be

Today is tomorrow’s yesterday
And
Today is yesterday’s tomorrow
And I’ll be out by tomorrow
Because I’m just another girl
Do I know right from wrong?
I’m angry at the world

________________

I know it takes a lot to realize
You really care
I know it takes a lot to realize
You’re really there
And all I can wish is
You could be near
And all I can wish is
You could be here
How come I miss you
Why had she kissed you
Yeah

I know I look this way and
I don’t always wanna stay and
You should know
I have feelings locked inside
You have heard me say it before
You have tried to help me before
But maybe I must realize
I made a bid mistake now
Yeah

We were shallow and unwise
I should’ve seen that look in your eyes
Now its not there
Id bet your game is over
Id bet you’ve learned your lesson
But before I go
Let us both just know
Just where we are
YEAH!!!

__________

My First Battle

This is
(Chorus:)
My First Battle
It will be fun ‘til the very end
This is
Me
Don’t wanna grow up

If acting my age
Means listening
I don’t know if I’m up for it
What did you say?
I was thinking about
(Chorus)

I will win
My First Battle
Sure, it will be easy
Here’s for not caring
Because
This is
(Chorus)

If acting my age
Means leaving craziness behind
Sorry, I’m not in
This may not be working out
But it’s
(Chorus)

unwritten songz!!!

this may b understandable if this is b ing read by a singer or writer like me. I cant get out anything. How can I put into words my screams and thoughts that r so unexplainable to me? Mmm kay, I’m getting a headache. I’m gonna practice my music. Gotta work on “rain” (u should b familiar) I got the notes in my head, I’ve sang them b 4, but I have 2 pause and figure out the notes to the beginning of the verse. Then when I try 2 get inspired, I feel selfish, I mean 1 of my best poems was written when my close uncle died. I’m running out of songs to paste up here from my document window. I do have poems from when I was preppy (very very very very very unbelieveable). And I do have poems from when I was more punk. But 2 me now they seem preppyish maybe a little. (if that makes sense) I think I’m gonna change my music, it may help. I’m actually listening to Good Charlotte. Definatle not a surprise, except 4 my scene.
The following poems r sorta sucky. (they are unfinished)

Uninspired
Mind as gray as
The sky
Practice my music
Who knows
What I’m thinking
Some days
I wish I could understand
I could understand

_______________________


Let it fall
Let it fall
Let it fall
Let me fall
You have failed
and You don’t know
how dark it is
let me fall
fall
let me fall
it will fall
and all
your said
will fall
and fall
and fall
let me be
Lost
Because you
Don’t know how dark it is
To fall
And fall
And fall

(end)

oops

on the last post, i left sumthing out. me. ella. chello!?i'm the 1 who is the troubled school girl who writes the songs.

TIME 4 ELLA'S INSIDE JOKE:

chello- the violin version of my obsession, the bass. used by ella as hello. 4 x-ample: "Chello! I forgot 2 clean the living room"

(my living room is clean, thankyou very much)

2day, again

4 those who r wondering, the previous and soon 2 b following r all written by a troubled schoolgirl, of the stresses she feels @ home and through homeroom 2 7th period. (x-cept gym. who writes in gym, honestly???!) hello 2 eyes of horus! & welcome 2 my school friends. ne1 have Mr.Toman for homeroom?

song cra z

like em? theres more in my strange head!

I can never seem to find
That certain boy in my mind
I’d be surprised if I was to find
That I’m the person in
Someone’s mind

I’m not the prototype
For the perfect daughter that parents
Might desire

I seem to never look up,
Finding that when I do
Something falls
Down on me

People might think
That I was always
This way
People need to know
What they hear
People always
Just hear
What they wanna hear
And if you don’t wanna hear me

Old people say
To act your age
Why should we
Cuz they don’t
Some can’t walk
Some can’t talk
Some can’t remember
Sometimes being a teen
Aint what it seems
Sometimes growing up
Growing up sucks
That’s why I don’t wanna

Some times every day is hard
To find someone to talk to and
Sometimes rain falls down
Sometimes I fall down in the rain
I think it’s happening again
I feel like I’m always
Always falling
But when will the falling stop

I seem to never look up,
Finding that when I do
Something falls
Down on me

I can never seem to put down
On paper what I feel
But one day I’ll find some one who knows
Before I grab a paper
What I’m gonna say
Maybe one day

Sometimes being a teen
Aint what it seems
Sometimes growing up
Growing up sucksThat’s why I don’t wanna

Rain (a song)

Rain, rain, rain

All, all day

World:

Big, blue gray:

Lonely

Gone, gone, gone

Get lost in these words.

Leave your mind
Behind.
Cry, cry, cry
All, all day.
Sky:
Cold, gray, empty:
Cruel.
Cruel, cruel.
Get lost in my words.
Don’t leave your heart
Behind.
Don’t leave your soul
Behind.
Spin, spin, spin
All, all day.
People:
Here, gone, leaving:
Alone. Alone, alone.

back

i have Mr. Toman 4 homeroom, Mrs. moylan 4 math, umm.. who's 3rd period again?! cant check now. i must buy hot topic stock! it's big stock is NASDAQ, but like i'm gonna pay that much $! (but believe me, i still dont think i know what i'm talking about) hehehe! omg. its like evry time a group of kids c s me, and 1 of my friends is w/ them, it seems that when i c that friend again, their like, "did u c me w/ those kids yesterday? they were all, 'emily is a jerk' 'emily is so wierd'"

then i feel bad 4 my friends, and as usual, myself. i h8 feeling sorri 4 myself, i think i'll always b depressed. ne way, hpefuli 2morrow i'll remember to post another song.

Ummm.. gotta make this 1 kwik

guess wat?! my soul has a twin! her name is H (Chelsea), and we r both riot girls! ne way, the WI state fair is going on, and i cant wait til the moment i get my cream puff! hehehehehehehe! b 4 i log off, i'm gonna save sum leVel 27 tees and sum emily the strange tees. those r my fave. brands, b sides made.

Talk About Non-commitment

just kidding. so.. i havent written in awhile. not one bby siting job!! school starts in a month, and belive it or not, i cant wait! i bet i'll take that back soon. neway, bye!