meh

ishuca here, having hacked into mori's lj! bwahahahahahaha!

or not. she just gave me the temporary access, silly wonderful girl.

:stares at new layout:

:makes pissy noises:

mooooooooori, you never told me what lj style i should use as a base. am deeply dissatisfied, but i only realized the moment i began work on this...

your journal is very very white now.

i mean, the background was going to be white anyway, but this is rather whiter than i think you wanted... merph. i could do more color, to be sure. i just always seem to gravitate towards simple layouts. -.-

so anyway, tell me which style you most prefer, or which you'd best like altered to fit the pic, and i'll start over again. generator would be best, but you had your journal on punquin (right? i can't remember anymore) so i thought... and nothing else really worked except for perhaps disjointed... hmmm. disjointed or generator are my other suggestions.

oh, and forgive me for punning in your comments. i just couldn't help myself ^^;;;)

er.

:chooses icon at random:

ishuca still needs to fine tune my journal, but I thought I'd pos

I can't believe I have to do strange date things in my own journal! o.O

Anyway.

~*~*~*~

Shadow Play

~*~*~*~

I.

Shadows play against my fingertips
And I am lost in the idea of
[let’s pretend]
what if and what might have been
and is living really all it’s meant to be?
I opened my heart and found
[nothing but dust]
a memory of everything that used to
mean something to me.
So what would happen if I just let go?
I don’t know.
[I’m afraid to find out.]
After all, there’s more than one way to…
[Die?
Lie?
Cry?
Take your pick.]
(beat)
…fall.

II.

Standing before the world
And the world is reflected in me.
I am nothing
[without you]
But you are everything
[without me]
Reaching out stained palms to touch
[Something real? Because if you’re looking
for that
you’ll look a long time yet.]
anything that won’t crumble
from the pressure of my hands.
But the mirror ripples like a wind-blown lake
And I fall into myself
[to break]
And what made me think that there was
such a thing as Salvation?
I
Believed.

III.

There is no such thing
as being alone,
even in a small room that has your name
posted on the door.
And ‘Keep Out’
doesn’t keep out the fear and the doubt
[and even the posters on your walls
stare at you with flat 2-D eyes]
I can turn off the light and
Make the world go away
But the pain won’t stop flowing from me.
[I could make an ocean of my tears
and name it the Sea of Bob
because everything is named Bob these days]
And so I sit here and fight the urge to shut my eyes.
Why don’t I just go to sleep?
[You ask such odd questions.]
I’m afraid of not being here when I wake up
(How’s that for irony?)