His name on my lips...

Sweet...

Like his kiss

But never again

Mine

To whisper,

Softly and in love.

My words

Mean nothing

As there is another

And her words

Are music,

Written

Lightly

On his soul.

Begging,

Pleading

Will do no more

His mind is made up

It is decided,

A finality

Hard to take.

-deadendmoon-

Well what do you all think? I dunno, I loved it, but that is not the point. Here's the beginning of Lonely Goddess, I will put up the entire thing when I finish it:

She's got power

Popularity

Good looks,

And charm.

She's on top of the world

It's hers

She rules it,

What she says goes

-deadendmoon-

That is all I have now. Oh yeah, before I go on:

Please!!! Do not copy my poetry!!!!!!!!! I put a lot a lot a lot of work into my poetry, and I am very pleased with the final results, and I would not appreciate it at all if someone stole my work. I will get mad. Very mad. And you dunt want to mess with me. It is scary. Scary scary scary. Really, ask Lila. She knows how pissed I can get, she knows how pissed I have gotten. I have taken my rage out on her at times, as she has on me, and she knows how bad I can be. And speaking of Lila... If someone pisses me off, she usually takes my side (unless it is her I am pissed at), so you do not do not, I repeat: DO NOT want both Lila and I mad. No no no. Not good.

Now that you have been warned...To continue with my life!

In French class we learned:

"Voulez-vous"

Which, as everybody knows, is a part of the Lady Marmalade line (dang I love this line):

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

Yeah, I love that line except for when Andrew (a very annoying scary person who I suspect to be gay, only covering it up) asked me in the middle of French class, "Chelsea, voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" And when I said no, that I had a boyfriend (and after I almost puked) he asked me why.

Hm... Now why do you think???

But Andrew quit French class about a month ago due to scheduling problems. (Thank you God!!!) So I no longer have that problem anymore. Thank goodness. I thought I would go nuts with him sitting next to me all year. But now Jackie sits there, so it is all good.

But back to today's French class.

So we learned voulez-vous and when I said "voulez-vous" as a response to what the correct conjugation was, I turned around, and I can swear I thought I saw Jason sitting in the back dancing to what I had said. It was so weird. Maybe I was just seeing things. I think I see a lot of things. So I hope I was only seeing that. Cuz that would be scary. Jason dancing to "Lady Marmalade." Scary scary scary.

I have "You" by Kevin Max stuck in my head. Which is an extremely cool song. It is on his cd, Stereotype Be, but it is a hidden track. If I had turned my cd player off after the last track, I would have never known that it was there. But it is a really beautiful song. I love it!!! So does my friend Dawn.

Dawn was online earlier today, and we were talking about Kevin's cd, and how he whispers a lot of things in his songs and at the beginning and endings of his songs, too. Like at the end of "Deconstructing Venus" he says, "Soul brotha, there's a spaceship...A blue one...Coming to a theater near you." It is really weird, but hey this is Kevin Max Eugene Smith we are talking about here. An odd individual, but an amazing poet and lyricist, as well as an astounding singer. His vocals are mind-blowing... He's got a wonderful range. He can hit some pretty high notes (like in "Dead End Moon" although there they sound very forced...And yes, my page name came from that song. I love that song, it is the best song on the cd... It totally kicks @$$. Enough on that though), and he gets really low notes too.

I envy Kevin.

I wish I could sing.

But guess what?

I can't sing. God no I can not sing at all. When I sing, everybody should run for the hills. The hills, I am telling you, the far-away hills. Like, if you live in New York, head for the Rocky Mountains. And if you live near those... Head for Hawaii.

Even Hawaii isn't far enough.

Try the moon.

A dead end moon.

Hehe, but what is a dead end moon? I think it is just a new moon. A black moon. A dead ended moon. No light shining from it. Well, for my purposes, a dead end moon is a new moon.

Also in French...One of the sentences was "tu veux du poisson ce soir" which translates to "you want some fish tonight." And we had just all gone through this whole "Lady Marmalade" thingy, so it was really funny. It sounded really strange after we had been through the whole "Voulez-vous, as in voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir." So it just sounded funny. We were all laughing and stuff. Fun fun.

Dude... I am watching TV over here and... Who plays "Frodo"in "The Fellowship of the Ring"? Cuz I am watching the preview and I think that he is a hottie!!!

There are a lot of hotties in this world.

I think my boyfriend is a hottie.

Toby McKeehan is a hottie.

So is Kevin Max.

And Michael Tait.

And lots of other guys. But we ain't gonna get into that. Because I have a list over a hundred guys long that I think are hot hot hott!!! Hehe hotties. Gotta luv 'em. Well, I dunt luv 'em like that, though. I just love my boyfriend like that.

Damn this is long. I haven't typed anything this long in quite some time.

So my basketball team in gym lost both of our games today. We have won one out of, like, eight games. Oh well. It is gym. I am not an athlete. I am into the arts... Written and performing, to be exact.

I write poetry, short stories, essays, and speechs. I act and dance, but I do not sing. But we have been through me singing. Head for the nearest dead end moon. If such a thing even exists. :-)

Alright, I am going to go now. I will talk later.

Bye-bye! (Hehe.)

-deadendmoon-

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