Interviewed Out

So, whats up everyone. Just a note... the real world sucks! Job interviews are just not fun to prepare for, it's like homework only it really affects your life. I would rather be song writing, although I do find the nuclear industry really interesting, it's just all this process that makes me a little crazy since it's happening while school is nagging at me with all of its assignments/midterms/group projects.

Any poems/songs/anything?

I dont know kittens, I can't think straight anymore... lemme see.

The Couple.

In my head
i pictured them
an eternity ago

Seeing closeness
far beyond the
average couple shows

and while they kept it
deep within, and didn't
dare to tell

eventually, the
walls they built
so gingerly they fell

...
That's all I got for that.
Writers block?? Sweet mercy no!

Alright kitties, good night and godspeed!

When Pimp Sticks Attack!

So we were walking around Sweden, minding our own business, when to our suprise we were attacked by a giant, aggressive, pimp stick!! It almost had us 'workin' the streets, until Bill subdued it with his super powers then it was as doscile as a kitten. Here's a picture of me holding the domesticated pimp stick:
I highly recommend getting a pimp stick of your own. It inspired my Halloween Costume. However, don't be fooled, we didn't dare decide to keep this little guy. We set him free back into its natural habitat in one of Stolkholms alleys. Besides, if we found the pimp that stick belonged to we would not want to get our butts kicked Swedish Pimp style lemme tell you!

Pimpin' Ain't Easy,

Sheala 

Weird Thoughts

So I was thinking of this weird song I wrote in the shower,

**So cut me deep, and bleed me dry
I have no dreams to leave behind.**

Then there was this other song, I wrote a long time ago...

On My Way

Tell me a story, about the way we were
tell me you miss me, tell me it hurts
tell me love's not just a bitter father leavin' me
tell me life is not the end, it's all in the journey

I wanna be, on my way with you
what I would give, to be on my way with you.

I wanna be, on my way
I wish I was with you again
I wanna be, on my way
We'll pack our bags and fly, away
on my way with you.

Tell me a secret, you know I'll keep it close
If I said I love you now, would you want to know
now we have to go back, to those things we used to face
knowing what we're missing feel our love just wear away
like a rock in the sand, nothing went as planned.

But I wanna be, on my way with you
what I would give, to be on my way with you

Ahhhh Ahhhh

Show me your feelings, as I look through your eyes
show me you love me, even though you can't tonight
I know that you're lost, inside the darkness in your mind
but I just wanna let you know, I hope that you will find
your way back to me, your way back to me.

(C) 2004 Sheala



BLAH. Enjoy.

I'll See you Crazy people around

With much awaited anticipation

Sheala

The Reflecting Pond

Staring at the waves
Pictures forming in my mind
Of bodies below the surface
Slowly breathing in the brine

Lungs lose desire for air
For they forget the taste
Of dancing in the daylight
Of inhaling in your grace

Sleeping softly in these blankets
Holding me snugly to the floor
Of water pressure darling
Let me lay here evermore

My blood deeply longs for freedom
Cut my arms and set it free
Leaving streamers in the water
The last life that’s left in me

you stand staring from the surface
straining to see through the waves
at the girl who once could see you
for now and evermore, she lays

Canadia... my home!

Finally back from Sweden, it was a good time overall I think. Although, for some reason I had this bad feeling about the trip before I left. I think I understand whyyy now. But anyhoo... here's a little poem, it seems this blog has been evolving into a poetry book for a long time now, but this is the first post acknowledging it. My bad.

Wednesday

my heart once beat
only for you
until you left me
it was snapped in two

i have no tape
and cant find the glue
that will bring me the feelings
i want to be true

i'll stay with you dear
if its what you desire
but im not in the position
to set your heart afire

i've no feeling
no soul
no emotions to fly

in the dark
in the hollow
where i silently cry

for the empty
for the not
for the reasons i cant

give my heart
and my body
to the love of one man

but if truth is unveiled
my love you would see
that i want to be yours
i dont want to be free

i cant give you hope
for it may not be right
while i dig through the scars
with my mind i will fight

take my hand
and you feel like you're family

take my time
for it wants to be yours

take my eyes
for in blindness i see you

take my heart
make it feel you once more

Trapped

Am I trapped in you
Or myself, which is true
I linger in your presence
As I wonder

Maybe I’ll always feel this way
After the first want to stay
Leaves me feeling used
Leaves me feeling nothing

A doll who’s filled with questions
But alas she cannot speak
Staring blankly at the ceiling
Feeling useless, feeling weak

Who am I
Invertebrate
As far as I can tell

I’ve no control
Can’t feel my soul
I’m going straight to hell

Steal my fingers
Steal my toes
I don’t need them
Anymore

This earthly life
This body mine
Just throw me
To the floor

My mind is blank
My heart beats slow
Like youth has left me
Evermore

I’m waiting for my
Chance to go
Cause it doesn’t feel
Like life nomore.

Bind my hands
Powerless
Like a tiger in a cage

Once was reckless
Once was fearless
Once was stirred to rage

Summer

June, July, August
The months of the fall
Where feet aren’t beneath
As I float down the hall

Finding joy in the warmth
That summer can find
Throwing me to the tide
Leaving me to the kind

to the ones who I hunted
to the ones who were there
to the ones who did catch
to the ones who would stare

to the boys of the summer
for whom I fell so quick
left my heart, so vulnerable
and my head, so thick

if love is displaced
or withdrawn if you will
leaves me lost in the void
feeling physically ill

but sure as the sun sets
the summer will recede
leaving tears on my pillow
and an ever growing need