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friends are LOVE
seeing whats left of it all
she waits in the silence
for she keeps a memory
of the words you tell her
she wishes for life within her fingertips
save her
speak her mind
and she'll keep a memory of you
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Jan. 1st, 2007 | 10:42 pm
Happy New Year!
In light of the new year, all day I
debated with myself what my first post should be.
I could always talk about what I did for New Year's Eve,
or what I did today. But like always I wanted to do something different.
So this is what I thought.
---
Many, many times I have set my life and events from it
into words, and I have witnessed you read it, and I hold
infinate gratitude towards you for reading my life as it
is here, set in exquiset, aligned formation. But I've come to
realise that although you may know my life, what about
me? Allow me to start the procedings with my introduction.
I am Katrina Kotsakis. Known to many as Katt, maybe because
I prefer it. Yet I hold a very soft spot for Kayy, as it is what my
family calls me. My best friends are Ami and Kon. My
life belongs to them, for that's what I owe them. They are key to
my survival. I love them more than life itself.
And by saying that, I've given out three keys
that lock in my survival, one to Ami and Kon, one to
family and friends and the last to music. I know,
superifcial and materialistic, but if I didn't have guitar
strings to play, piano keys to hit, notes to sing or
lyrics to write, I would have no way to express my life.
Music consumes me, and I'm more than willing to allow
it. I find escape in well-worded sentences and mind-consuming
phrases. If you ever lose me, it's because I've lost myself
in a good book, or in the stories I create to escape from the
reality that chokes me. I can honestly say that I find beauty in
everything and everyone. Everything and everyone has
value, for everyone has stars in
their pockets, it's just up to them to let them shine. While
invisioning everything to have beauty, my visions seem to
by-pass away from me. For no matter how hard I look I
can never find or see one speck of light, beauty or depth. You may call
me blind, but I open my eyes everyday to myself and I
always see nothing. Though clouded alot of the time, my
eccentricty and randomness keep me somewhat guided.
I always try to smile and bring happiness into my life
in any form. I've taught myself how to become strong
and how to stand strong amongst hurricanes of self doubt.
I've learnt to love again. Although past events and people
have left hefty scars, I've only grown stronger from it. My
emotional bank account has it's lifelong investments, though
of course it may dish out its occasional loans, it's
more than willing to take the risk. I stand strong by my
investments, for my love will never hinder or be
displaced from them.
Family, Friends, Ami, Kon, Music, Writing, Creating
They all hold love that will burn forever, go beyond infinity
and out last time.
I put it on myself to learn from every istance in life that I
come across, take in anything I can. I've learnt how to
create complexity from simplicity. Gain inspiration from
a blade of grass and relay my own emotions through
a drop of rain. How you may ask? Simple as red, I
just look at life differently. I don't even know what
normality is, I've just grown affectionate and accustom to
the deeper more complex side of seeing; thinking; feeling;
living.
I idolize easily and tie heartstrings almost immediately.
Though I do this to my own demise, for
I become disappointed by the lack of returnance of my gratitude.
See once again I've spilt the remains of me onto
your screen, and if you've read this far I owe you more
than imaginable, for I have taken away important moments
of your life that I cannot merely give back.
I've tried my best to relay me, myself and I
into words for you to understand who I am. But
this is the most of what I could give you, even I know,
that even with these soul bearing confessions, it'll take alot
more to know me, to know the true me.
So, my life owned by my best friends Ami and Kon,
my soul willingly given to music and writing and my survival
chained to those who hold the keys, I lay upon you
these confessions. Do with it what you want, for
they are simply me. I lie within these words, true
and set in exquiset, aligned formation.
This is who I am.
---
How about your introduction?
MUSIC;; ANGELS CRY - RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS
MOOD;; WILLING AND READY
TODAYS WISH;; SIMPLE AS BLUE - HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE
In light of the new year, all day I
debated with myself what my first post should be.
I could always talk about what I did for New Year's Eve,
or what I did today. But like always I wanted to do something different.
So this is what I thought.
---
Many, many times I have set my life and events from it
into words, and I have witnessed you read it, and I hold
infinate gratitude towards you for reading my life as it
is here, set in exquiset, aligned formation. But I've come to
realise that although you may know my life, what about
me? Allow me to start the procedings with my introduction.
I am Katrina Kotsakis. Known to many as Katt, maybe because
I prefer it. Yet I hold a very soft spot for Kayy, as it is what my
family calls me. My best friends are Ami and Kon. My
life belongs to them, for that's what I owe them. They are key to
my survival. I love them more than life itself.
And by saying that, I've given out three keys
that lock in my survival, one to Ami and Kon, one to
family and friends and the last to music. I know,
superifcial and materialistic, but if I didn't have guitar
strings to play, piano keys to hit, notes to sing or
lyrics to write, I would have no way to express my life.
Music consumes me, and I'm more than willing to allow
it. I find escape in well-worded sentences and mind-consuming
phrases. If you ever lose me, it's because I've lost myself
in a good book, or in the stories I create to escape from the
reality that chokes me. I can honestly say that I find beauty in
everything and everyone. Everything and everyone has
value, for everyone has stars in
their pockets, it's just up to them to let them shine. While
invisioning everything to have beauty, my visions seem to
by-pass away from me. For no matter how hard I look I
can never find or see one speck of light, beauty or depth. You may call
me blind, but I open my eyes everyday to myself and I
always see nothing. Though clouded alot of the time, my
eccentricty and randomness keep me somewhat guided.
I always try to smile and bring happiness into my life
in any form. I've taught myself how to become strong
and how to stand strong amongst hurricanes of self doubt.
I've learnt to love again. Although past events and people
have left hefty scars, I've only grown stronger from it. My
emotional bank account has it's lifelong investments, though
of course it may dish out its occasional loans, it's
more than willing to take the risk. I stand strong by my
investments, for my love will never hinder or be
displaced from them.
Family, Friends, Ami, Kon, Music, Writing, Creating
They all hold love that will burn forever, go beyond infinity
and out last time.
I put it on myself to learn from every istance in life that I
come across, take in anything I can. I've learnt how to
create complexity from simplicity. Gain inspiration from
a blade of grass and relay my own emotions through
a drop of rain. How you may ask? Simple as red, I
just look at life differently. I don't even know what
normality is, I've just grown affectionate and accustom to
the deeper more complex side of seeing; thinking; feeling;
living.
I idolize easily and tie heartstrings almost immediately.
Though I do this to my own demise, for
I become disappointed by the lack of returnance of my gratitude.
See once again I've spilt the remains of me onto
your screen, and if you've read this far I owe you more
than imaginable, for I have taken away important moments
of your life that I cannot merely give back.
I've tried my best to relay me, myself and I
into words for you to understand who I am. But
this is the most of what I could give you, even I know,
that even with these soul bearing confessions, it'll take alot
more to know me, to know the true me.
So, my life owned by my best friends Ami and Kon,
my soul willingly given to music and writing and my survival
chained to those who hold the keys, I lay upon you
these confessions. Do with it what you want, for
they are simply me. I lie within these words, true
and set in exquiset, aligned formation.
This is who I am.
---
How about your introduction?
MUSIC;; ANGELS CRY - RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS
MOOD;; WILLING AND READY
TODAYS WISH;; SIMPLE AS BLUE - HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE
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Dec. 16th, 2006 | 11:02 pm
my skills with linguistics
spiteful, cunning tactics
are all to lure you in
caught between the sin
its just a fun and cryptic game i love to play
thought you'd never sense it, think it for a minute
you're already trapped within my web
spun with the words i've said
written or rehersed
better or for worst
deffinately cursed, it's not only you haunted by my words
my purse
filled with knick-knacks
paddy-whack ideas
hella-scary always
driving through the be-ways
put it to a rhythm
wait a minute
it's already given
in sync in tact
in flow with is all
hoping not to fall
let the words consume you
take it to the bayou, mountains heights beyond
though i never thought of taking it this far
highest level, i won the game
i've got the battle scar
flicking pen lids, between a phrase
the new teen craze
sensations all around
luminated from the crowd
my presense will surround you
along with the words that take you
i'll be in your head tonight
out of mind out of place out of sight
it's all me tonight
execution of the writers
by the haters and the biters
i'll stand strong against all odds
my words have full potential
deadly and they're lethal
they'll kill the generic jargon mass-produced each and every day
but still you read
listen, plead for more
i've got the final score
told you i had a way with words
give it up, believe it
my words, phrases; live it
they'll be all that's in your head tonight
MUSIC;; TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF - GYM CLASS HEROES
MOOD;; THREE PAGES OF BLACK WRITING ; MY THOUGHTS CONTINUE TO CONSUME ME
TODAYS WISH;; HOPING PENS NEVER EVER RUN OUT OF INK
spiteful, cunning tactics
are all to lure you in
caught between the sin
its just a fun and cryptic game i love to play
thought you'd never sense it, think it for a minute
you're already trapped within my web
spun with the words i've said
written or rehersed
better or for worst
deffinately cursed, it's not only you haunted by my words
my purse
filled with knick-knacks
paddy-whack ideas
hella-scary always
driving through the be-ways
put it to a rhythm
wait a minute
it's already given
in sync in tact
in flow with is all
hoping not to fall
let the words consume you
take it to the bayou, mountains heights beyond
though i never thought of taking it this far
highest level, i won the game
i've got the battle scar
flicking pen lids, between a phrase
the new teen craze
sensations all around
luminated from the crowd
my presense will surround you
along with the words that take you
i'll be in your head tonight
out of mind out of place out of sight
it's all me tonight
execution of the writers
by the haters and the biters
i'll stand strong against all odds
my words have full potential
deadly and they're lethal
they'll kill the generic jargon mass-produced each and every day
but still you read
listen, plead for more
i've got the final score
told you i had a way with words
give it up, believe it
my words, phrases; live it
they'll be all that's in your head tonight
MUSIC;; TAKE OUR CLOTHES OFF - GYM CLASS HEROES
MOOD;; THREE PAGES OF BLACK WRITING ; MY THOUGHTS CONTINUE TO CONSUME ME
TODAYS WISH;; HOPING PENS NEVER EVER RUN OUT OF INK
( keep in flowing )