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SeraphimRhapsody (profile) wrote,
on 4-19-2004 at 10:14pm
Current mood: indescribable
Music: Dashboard Confessionals ..I remember this sense much too well. danger.
Subject: They were really screams in the silent room. But the rain clouds let the tears fall annonymously and screams sound just so angry.
I have nothing I really want to say. But this space has been empty too long.

Hmm.. who want's to listen to the poet's voice?
I'm in the mood for one of those philosophical-type abstract conversations, my dear hawk.

Lo and behold I actually said 'yes' to the question 'do you want to talk?'
Isn't wonderful how time would not cooperate with me though? Lovely.


You know what I find hilarious but sickeningly upsetting?
Dad surprised me by saying we needed to talk about relationships. I laughed at him and told him he was a little late. He's like, I know the school taught you about sex and such but we still need to talk to you about relationships.
So ya know, I'll let him talk, it'll help me in the end. I'm sitting there eating dinner thinking it was like, talking to me about boys and what to expect from relationships and where to draw the lines and the like.
Me and Katie make a run for it upstairs and later mom comes in and is like, your father needs to talk to you about relationships. I said I was busy today. She's replied that this was the most important time for me in school and that grades were very important and I must put them first and do very well because this year determines my next 10 years. Katie was like... way to pile on the pressure there. I was just aghast that that was the underlying point of what he wanted to talk to me about. Glad they think about me here.


~~~

11:25 PM.
World turns upside down.
First.
First.
First.
First.
How many more?
A couple I'm sure..
Death.

Trust? Is that what it was? Opened up a shell that had never been cracked. Gave a key that has never been handled before. Crushed. The flower's fragrance turns rotten. The petals open as the flowers float beside Ophelia. Drowning Ophelia.

Back the hell off. Stay away before you see some sides of me you've never seen.

I apologize, to everyone. To those who wish to claim they were right, feel free. To those who don't then stand in silence. All that will come from me now is silence.

Silent screams in the silent room.


~*~
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DragonSpeaker

04-20-04 11:36pm

It seems like the wind keeps tearing me away from wherever I need to be.

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me.

...

Parents are so freaking strange, I just don't get it. If I was in your position though, I would have been most amused. I mean, my parents never really talk about that stuff unless I trick them into it with some comment about what's on TV or something. Just laugh at them. This year is important, but for heaven's sake, how many people that really matter in your life give a damn about your high school grades? Just put it in perspective. In the long span of things, it isn't going to be your damnation to not be the top of the class. When you are old and look back on your life, you are not going to think off 11th grade and be like, "Oh crap, I got a C in Spanish," or chem... or a D... or whatever. Why? First of all, because it doesn't matter. Second, because you will probably be too old to even remember 11th grade report cards that well. ; )

Something tells what the nature of this world-shaking is. Talk to me before I do something stupid and before anyone finds themselves up to their ankles in blood.

Apologies aren't needed, we just want you back with us.

Silent screams, by their very nature, call to a different level of awareness.

I'll listen, even when there are no words.

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SeraphimRhapsody

Re:, 04-21-04 9:25pm

I am most glad to have you with me, my friend.

It's alright.. the moment I said 'yes' was much before the world-shaking.

Strange indeed, I was laughing.. but still quite offended.

That's true.. freaking out so much over those grades.. hmm.

Your intuition is strong. I'll talk soon.. I must anyway.
Blood? Who's blood would you expect to be spilt to flow up to their ankles.....? Accident I assure you..
*Sarcasm aimed at someone other than how it probably sounds*

I pray I might be able to express myself on that different level, or else silence may reflect itself.. no words.. aye, you'll still understand.

Thank you.

~*~

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