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  • Feb. 8th, 2008 at 6:39 PM
napolean


I'm seriously craving.


Rant..

  • Feb. 7th, 2008 at 5:53 PM
napolean
TO: The Queen of Catty Bitches.
FR: Queen Shit

Dear Darth Vader,

Well I have to say, you sure have outdone yourself this time Jordan. Not only have you succeeded in looking like the most two faced person alive, but you've convinced a few (and I mean VERY few) people that you might actually have...believe it or not.. a heart.
Me however, I'm not stupid and I know your game. You think because I was nice to you during the entire time you treated me like shit that I'm some kind of fucking doormat? Think again... I said it once and I'll say it again, telling you off was the smartest thing i've ever done. Better then learning to talk, walk or developing motor skills. Telling you off was the best. Orgasmic bliss Jordan, it was that good.  No matter how cool you THINK you are, you're always one step below me. Yeah, so what if i'm not modest like I used to be, I've learned that lying only makes you look pathetic, I'm just waiting for you to realize that. I don't know who told you pretending to be a sweetheart was the new "in" thing, but they were seriously pulling your leg. It's not cool. It's even worse then being lame. It's like a mixture of everything horrible all wrapped up in a pretty little shoestring. You think because you have red hair you get the label of fiery bitch with an attitude? I don't think so darling. I could dye my hair red and still be about as intimidating as a kitten if I wanted to... But I don't because frankly I don't want to look like trash. Being nice to me in front of everyone today didn't hide the fact that inside your just bursting to say something rude. You're ugly inside. You have no self esteem and it shows. The irony of it all is that you're not even trying to change, and be a better girl. Instead you just sit there running your mouth, insulting people who are supposed to be your friends, acting tough, being rude, distracting everyone from what's important, and turning them into manipulative, backstabbing, clones. I'm tired of battling you and your fucking army of storm troopers every fucking day. I can't wait to laugh at you when you're doing absolutely nothing with your life and you realize that you wasted your highschool years flapping your gums and it got you NO WHERE.

Love always,
Luke Skywalker

A poem I wrote when I was about 11..

  • Feb. 6th, 2008 at 7:13 PM
napolean

Sadness is....
When the love of your life dies,
Feeling helpless,
Not having a friend in the world,
Falling down and being to weak to rise,
Trying your best but not being able to succeed,
Praying for help and noone appears,
Feeling paralyzed and being too scared to know the truth
Running some successful miles and finding out you havent moved an inch.

By Katlyn Belliveau

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Ebony Swirls

  • Feb. 6th, 2008 at 5:03 PM
napolean
Ebony Swirls
By Katlyn Belliveau

I close my eyes and the world goes black.. 
Not even the brightest mind could pierce the ebony swirls that posess my thoughts..
Even on the lighter days, the sunny days, the brighter days, the bursting days, the happy days..
Not even then... can a single bright mind pierce the ebony swirls that posess my thoughts.

Many a time I've sat and pondered things I'd thought unponderable..
Linking mental chains.. I think of this from the thought of that, and that from the thought of those..
Then of course I thought of those from this, and this from that.. I think, and I think.. I think some more..
When I lose myself in my own mind.. I wonder if ever, I could be trapped forever, in those ebony swirls.
Those thoughts and those ebony swirls that I'm always pondering.

When a hand reaches out to lift me to my feet, the ebony swirls, oh how they twist and grind..
Oh how they twist and leap in my mind.. The ebony swirls twist and leap as this hand reaches out..
To simply help me... So, on the lighter days, the sunny days, the brighter days, the bursting days..
Even the simply happy days.. not even the brightest mind, the strongest hand, can pierce the ebony swirls that so perfectly...
Posess and Infect my thoughts.

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Ohhhh lawd here we go!

  • Feb. 5th, 2008 at 4:53 PM
napolean

Dear Catty Bitches,

 I'm passed done with this utter bullshit. I'm tired of hearing how bad everyone else looks. This may be the oldest line in the book but you should seriously consider LOOKING IN THE MIRROR. You're not perfect either darlings. Furthermore, your personality is equivalent to that of a sloth.. not to mention the similarity your personality has with your intelligence.

Now, you girls know I'm not a mean person generally... afterall, am I not the one always asking you to lay off the kids who can't defend themselves? Yeah pretty sure I am. I guess it's all our fault, we should bow down and worship the ground you insecure wenches walk on right? I mean we walked right into this pretty little disaster didn't we girls? Afterall, the second I moved here I became "Queen Shit" as you would call it... You catty bitches sure don't like the queen swimming in your water do you? Not to mention the fact that after 5 months of being here, I'm now the target of all your unintelligent "cracks". It's funny how a week ago hanging out with me was the best thing since sliced bread. This week i'm just another girl to throw rude remarks at.

I enjoyed embarrassing you in the cafeteria more then anything. Telling you off was like the cherry on top of a perfect day.
I mean it when I say "Don't flatter yourself." because I could never take interest in hanging around nobodys like you three.

Sincerely Yours,
Katlyn Belliveau

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20 ways to fix a broken heart.

  • Feb. 4th, 2008 at 9:09 PM
napolean
 20 ways to fix a broken heart.
By Katlyn Belliveau


When you lose your first true love.

There are some steps you should take.

There are some changes you could make.

Your heart is not theirs to break.

 

Step one destroy all memories left behind

Step two erase their face from your mind

Step three forget all the happiness you felt

Step four forget the smile that made you melt

Step five pretend they didn’t exist

Step six forget the kiss you couldn’t resist

Step seven love someone new

Step eight forget what they put you through

Step nine forget the laughter and fun

Step ten remember they never were the one

Step eleven cut up the pictures the two of you took

Step twelve you’ll find someone new you just have to look

Step thirteen remember it was never meant to be

Step fourteen remember you never would have lasted happily

Step fifteen walk away and never look back

Step sixteen think of what you have, not what you lack

Step seventeen remember they aren’t there anymore

Step eighteen remember things will never be like before

Step nineteen never again cry

Step twenty it’s time to say goodbye.

 

So these steps don’t seem easy? That’s because they’re not.

It’s the good not the bad that you wish you’d forgot.

That’s because you love them, No matter what you do.

Because the memories of them will live on through you.

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Damsel In Distress

  • Feb. 4th, 2008 at 9:06 PM
napolean
  Damsel In Distress
  By Katlyn Belliveau

I was a damsel in distress.

A bar of soap caught in a mess.

A storm inside a cloud.

A silent voice screaming out loud.

I was Hansel and Gretel in the wood.

I was trying to find anyone I could.

 

I never thought I’d replace him

I had cried more then you’ll ever know.

But then you showed up on a fiery steed.

Since then you’ve never let me go.

 

You pulled me off the tracks, before the train could strike.

You pulled me from the mess, and left me feeling bright.

You pushed the sun into the cloud that left me feeling cold.

You turned my silent voice. Into a voice that was bold.

You put me on the trail, to get me where I was going.

You burned the witch who lured me in, without me ever knowing.

I found you.

 

You saved me when you told me you loved me.

I cried all that night.

Because I had finally won the fight.

I had finally found my hero. From whom every word was true

I had finally found my Romeo. I had finally found you.

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Crumble

  • Feb. 4th, 2008 at 9:02 PM
napolean

 
Crumble
By Katlyn Belliveau

I saw you today, I lost my breath.

My stomach turned inside out.

I had hopes of being together again.
But those hopes turned into doubt.

You were with another girl.

One much prettier then I.

I saw my whole world crumble.

Then I began to cry.

Every time I saw you today.

My heart shattered over and over again.

What crushed me the most, Was that we were so close.

And now you’re not even my friend.

You told someone I wasn’t the one.

Not the type of girl you’d want to be with.

What was going through your head,

When we shared our final kiss?

How could you be so cruel?
So coldhearted and blind.

I’m tired of holding back my tears.

In these eyes I hide behind.

You broke my heart, and stole one half.

The worst part is you gave half back.

Now I’m here with a broken heart. That even the kindest could not mend.

And it’s all because I had the nerve to trust and love again.

But look where that got me?

I’m nothing to you now.

And the way you just forgot me.

Please just tell me how.

How you could lie so perfectly. Straight to my face.

And how after only a month. Someone could take my place.

And when in the relationship did things go wrong?

And why did you hold this back for so long?

Do you have a heart? Were you scared of how I’d feel?

Was anything you said you felt ever even real?

Am I always going to wonder? How things may have been.

Will you give me answers? To the problems I had not seen?

Maybe I’m mistaken. But I did nothing wrong.

Too bad I was just your game. It’s a shame I played along.

Who knows maybe one day, I’ll finally be your friend.

And who knows maybe one day, I’ll learn to love again.