tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post7387607025041104036..comments2014-01-26T11:50:58.761-08:00Comments on Zoe Goes Boom: My MIddle School Diary - Episode 5Zoe Boekbinderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06811852080988298735noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-53520838305844327502012-02-24T12:02:29.106-08:002012-02-24T12:02:29.106-08:00here is a link to my website showing my middle sch...here is a link to my website showing my middle school diaries if you want to read:<br /><br />http://www.weebly.com/weebly/main.phpAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-48987769850956409632010-05-02T10:34:23.427-07:002010-05-02T10:34:23.427-07:00But as long as nobody knows where it is, luckinspa...But as long as nobody knows where it is, luckinspades, you are safe.Aaron J Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08559059920304888871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-80932077454272249492010-04-27T11:33:34.964-07:002010-04-27T11:33:34.964-07:00Tragically, most of my "adolescent" diar...Tragically, most of my "adolescent" diaries are in LiveJournal. I have been keeping that thing for around 8 years now. There was a bit space between the one diary I kept as a 1st grader and the one I started keeping in high school.<br /><br />And, I have almost ALL of my adolescent poetry up on Art Conspiracy. Talk about embarassing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-60322171997133827682010-04-25T15:49:21.050-07:002010-04-25T15:49:21.050-07:00This is the first song I ever wrote with chords an...This is the first song I ever wrote with chords and melody. It was for guitar class, 10th grade. It pains me to think that I played this in public. I still remember how it goes.<br /><br />1/12/2003 (Age 17)<br /><br />these aerosol tears<br />have stained my cheeks red<br />from all those days<br />i wished i was dead.<br />these alkaline thoughts<br />have burned out my brain<br />tainting my messages,<br />in this falling rain.<br /><br />i thought that you loved me<br />but i was so wrong<br />and now the time has come<br />to say “so long.”<br />i wish i could keep you<br />i wish you would stay<br />but instead you’re moving<br />so far away.<br /><br />these aerosol tears<br />have stained my cheeks red<br />from all those days<br />i wished i was dead.<br />these alkaline thoughts<br />have burned out my brain<br />tainting my messages,<br />in this falling rain.<br /><br />it felt so perfect<br />so simple so real<br />but you prooved me wrong<br />with your heart of steel.<br />if i had a chance<br />to redo it all<br />i would give you my<br />tears of aerosol<br /><br />these aerosol tears<br />have stained my cheeks red<br />from all those days<br />i wished i was dead.<br />these alkaline thoughts<br />have burned out my brain<br />tainting my messages,<br />in this falling rain.<br /><br />Maybe I’m wrong<br />and maybe you’re right<br />but we’ve come to an end<br />of this poor fight.<br />so now is the farewell,<br />adios, good bye.<br />but not without breathing<br />a gasoline sigh.<br /><br />these aerosol tears<br />have stained my cheeks red<br />from all those days<br />i wished i was dead.<br />these alkaline thoughts<br />have burned out my brain<br />tainting my messages,<br />in this falling rain.Aaron J Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08559059920304888871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-5216754745487165692010-04-23T11:17:04.208-07:002010-04-23T11:17:04.208-07:00I was 15 at that point in time, about a month from...I was 15 at that point in time, about a month from turning 16.Katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11741590811477802536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-6747600076602623362010-04-23T11:05:57.302-07:002010-04-23T11:05:57.302-07:00Katy, thanks for sharing. How old were you in 2005...Katy, thanks for sharing. How old were you in 2005?Zoe Boekbinderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811852080988298735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-57347089376964931802010-04-23T09:24:41.868-07:002010-04-23T09:24:41.868-07:00August 2005...
They pull these chains harder
Mak...August 2005...<br /><br /><br />They pull these chains harder<br />Making things unclear<br />She chokes on their venom<br />Drowns in their fear<br />She wants to run faster<br />Get further away<br />But the way they keep pulling<br />She’s going straight to her grave<br />They pull the ropes tighter<br />Making him scream<br />He laughs at their sorrow<br />He drowns it with dreams<br />He wants to make them stop<br />Make them go away<br />But they keep on pulling<br />He’s falling in too deep<br />They pull their own chains tighter<br />Making them want to hurt<br />So they take it out on others<br />Who aren’t what they want<br />They tell them they are worthless<br />They are nothing on their eyes<br />This keeps going on<br />Until the day everyone dies.Katyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11741590811477802536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2100784584890913025.post-59196286878589515742010-04-23T07:51:48.190-07:002010-04-23T07:51:48.190-07:00Oh, Zoe, put it to music!! <3Oh, Zoe, put it to music!! <3Brinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12813083845052381171noreply@blogger.com