The End

I keep saying this and I know I'll forget again, but this is the end of the Wallflower blog. The immortal pineapple is moving on, for she is going to high school and high school means new blog. It marks the beginning of a new persona and the destruction of all the others.

Honestly, I gotta stop this blog and set it to private. People seriously hate me. I have been a bitch. I really have. All ballerinas are bitches. It's a bona fide fact.

But that's beside the point.
To my readers...er reader, goodbye.

To my personal notations:
Destroy personas [along with stating where I got most of them] : Zephyr (my biker chick name ;D) , Faye (runescape account pheonixfaye. got it from ugly betty), Envy (haha! it was an FMA reference XD), Midnight (my pony, if I ever get one) Meduse (one of the gorgons= glutton; hahaha, very funny guys), Lillia (from the flower essence of course), Rose (a rose by any other name would smell as sweet -romeo and juliet), etc.
Keep personas: Juliet (dear juliet/chase coy/ shakespeare/ shower brainstorming [WE ALL DO IT. ADMIT IT!], Genevieve [5th grade play. long story. instead of being cast in the lead role, i got married to arthur hence guineviere hence genevieve. -sighs- ]

To be cursed

To be blessed

To be imfamous

and yet unknown

Discovered amongst the anonymous

Born from the eternal fading existance

that is reality

and binds me to this mortal earth.

As the light fades and quarrels

with the darkness

and the sky willingly lets them duel,

I witness.

The cycle

The man

The disease

The problem

The mistake

The chaos

The love

and then

I see the picture

Uninterrupted, fluid

the picture painted with a million words

32554901.123 gallons of imagination

painted by your hand.

And the picture speaks

and waits

and eats

and bides its time

so it may once again meet you.

Even if you have not met it

Even if you have not painted it

It is waiting for you

Behind the curtain

Draw the blinds

Through the double bolted iron sealed doors

and the plexiglass frame no one bothered to complete

it waits.

Your picture

Yours only

awaits.

Good Luck, and good night.

-Juliet, the immortal pineapple

The Blog has Died

I havent bothered with the format for a while, so i guess it's alright.

There's a lot of stuff to blog...er journal, i guess.

I'll have to bury this thing when I get to high school.

If I make a decent enemy...

Geez, I wear my heart on my sleeve. What could happen?

And today I will not blog about stuff, but rather I will say a bit of crap that I will later regret writing at all because the following makes me sound depressed. XDDD

I will close my eyes

My heart is still beating

I will rip out my heart

and tell them to fetch

The boxes

The layers

They amuse me

and curse me to doom

Lonely, and somber

I await their return

as they open the boxes

one after another

I run the other direction

burning the empty meadow in which they dwell

Sheep herded, into a trap

Laughter

My heart burns along with the mess,

but the boxes remain

giving way to an empty puzzle

which no one can solve

except for the one person

who holds the key

the one person

she must destroy

as the little girl sits in a corner

looking at her looking glass

asking it

"Mirror, mirror on the wall

Tonight, how many others shall fall?"

And she weeps

and laughs

It eats her alive

And when the dream is over

She fetches her box

and throws it again.

En vie la rose.

-Juliet