All My Days

I hope all my days
Will be lit
By your face

I hope all
the years
will hold tight
our promises

I don't wanna be old
and sleep alone
an empty house
is not a home

I don't wanna be old
and feel afraid

I don't wanna be old
and sleep alone
an empty house
is not a home

I don't wanna be old
and feel afraid

And if I need anything
at all
ooh ooh
ahh ahh
ooh ooh
I need a place
where lonely angels
sing you to your sleep
though all the world is broken

I need a place where I can make my bed
a lovers lap where I can lay my head
Cus now the room is spinning

The day's beginning.............


~Atlantic
Keane


I typed that as they were singing it. (Props?) Such a beautiful song.

Right now I am nostalgic, wistful, unhappy even though I got more Keane songs onto my iPod. (yeaaahh.)

I
I always thought that I knew
I'd always have the right to
be living in the kingdom of the good and true....


Off to Keaneland!
A happy place where you will find Flame, ottokat and Monica.

When Things Border Awkward

I want things to go back to the way they were

When Physics was fun
I could laugh and have a good time.

When I didn't know something my friend told me.
I never wanted to know that!
I would have been happier, more hopeful otherwise.

When I feel like I'm failing in Math
for more reasons than one.

I really didn't need to know that.
Now I am worrying, unhappy.
Thinking about things I would
have otherwise blown off.

When I could do my homework in five seconds and retreat to my books.
Now my favorites cannot be found.
And I haven't laughed really really hard in a while.

I didn't want to know that.
The thought of it followed me through the afternoon.
My only condolence is that
you kind of, kind of suggested in a certain way
that meant probably nothing at all
that it wasn't true.
I saw her staring at me. Was there a reason? I hope so. If it was the reason I think it was, I really hope so.
If it was the reason it probably was, it doesn't matter anymore.


Why do questions have to be asked so awkwardly sometimes? Why can't I feel what my friends say they feel? It would be much simpler.

Why can't halfway friends be more considerate? Why can't I just not do work, and not be expected to go to college?

What if I want to be an artist, a chef, a foster home for shelter animals?

Well, that's not a proper job. Obviously.



My only reigning joy is Downton Abbey, though that also causes stress, and Keane. Oh, Lord I love Keane. They fill me with happiness in a world that has suddenly turned in full circle, green to gray.

Thank You, Keane. I love you.

:) Keane

Keane is so...........perfect. They're so funny during interviews, and so serious with their music.

I joined their website yesterday, and now I get their newsletter and all their updates! Faster than I would have before, anyway. :S 

Tom: So funny and adorable. A great, great singer. Proof:
Funny  (he's the one on the left in the very beginning)
Talented (he's the one singing ((duh)) )
Adorable (how can you not like him???)

Tim: Incredibly sweet. Obviously crazy talented genius. Proof:
Sweet (:D)
Talented Genius (he's very proud of this one)

Richard: Funny. Very funny. Proof:
Funny
Very funny



Hilarious-Choking-to-death-with-laughter-random-ness




Oh Keane.


You are so funny.
~Monica Martin
2012


I told you I'd run out of ideas for poems. :S

I got an email!

Today I was sick with a bad cold and stress-related issues, and my mom got me an email. Now all the messages go straight to me! Yay!


Take it back
Don't let it die
Or rage against
The fall of night
I still do
depend on you
don't say those words
that run me through

~Timothy Rice-Oxley (Keane)

Know Your Meme: Minecraft In the beginning of this when the guy first starts talking, the guy playing minecraft in the background is throwing stuff at cows. :S

~Flame (off to play MC)

Love Is The End

Keane-Love Is The End



Please watch. It will make you happy...

I'm getting an email, you know. Yay...


Oh no, my friend, love is the end. . ... I agree with this. . . unlike all other love songs, that deal with the notion of believing in love, this deals with the purist love: Friendship.
And so I tread the only road, the only road I know. . . nowhere to go but home. . .maybe our time is up, but still, you can't abandon all. . .the principles of love. . .

Thank you, Keane. Muah. Love you all!  Kinzo, you're the most creative person when it comes to drawing, MCC, your last post just said it all. . .Clover, you're the best friend I ever had. . .

Love You All.

They won't come again,
because love is the end. . .

I'm getting an email.

Finally.



More later.






Later.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I didn't blog yesterday, did I? :(
How unfortunate for those of you that care.

I have no time today, sorry. I have a big Language Arts project that I probably should have started....as it's due tomorrow. :S

Like I said, I NEVER procrastinate.

Procrastination by Monica Martin


I
never
procrastinate.
Ever.
But I don't
want to tell
you about
it now.


Awesome Links you should probably click:


Nope! Chuck Testa.

Keane-You haven't told me anything



YAY!