Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in v_harm's LiveJournal:

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Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
7:09 pm	She won't know until tomorrow and if tomorrow ever comes the world will have seen its biggest travesty -V- Done school! WUT WUT!! Current Mood: excited (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 7th, 2006
4:56 pm	You can't even say goodbye good start great start what the fuck (Comment on this)
4:56 pm	You can't even say goodbye good start great start (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006
6:12 pm	A rejuvenating thought full of classier potential (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 21st, 2006
10:30 pm	prison inmate It’s been discussed as treason I prefer to call it my own It’s easy to find conversation within denotations But the ignorance of connotation only presents a burden for those chosen liars We wait seconds too long for the tongue to converse If we could only wait a lifetime longer before concluding upon such mature subject matter place a pebble in my pocket and even with only this I can still see your face Current Mood: okay (Comment on this)
1:16 pm	Lets have a dance party for... jello shooters long walks rain macdonalds random sketchies and 8 beautiful girls girls nights = awesome and random times good good call (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, May 12th, 2006
4:26 pm	I appreciate your queries As one might appreciate love (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 7th, 2006
9:08 pm	Conversation Hit record, we'll keep this conversation on file He walks slowly out of the house To discover her sitting in the same place On the same porch, the same bench Staring at the same tree he watched her stare at 27 minutes ago Reluctant, but intentionally, he places himself carefully beside her And doesn't say a word The recording sounds extremely fake so far Silence echoes off the finicky street lights And she finally forces a sentence or two "I've never noticed that tree before" She's been here every day for the past five years And every lonely day, the tree has gone unnoticed A conversation started The recording now broken free from the anxious silence "It has a sexy lean to it" He says, almost too quickly She looks away, wishing he would take his cup of too black tea Back into the big house Where everyone is waiting to hear his glory His new recordings His real conversations How long she'll stay sitting on the bench Only the tree will ever know Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006
10:55 am	and fuck you very much I really appreciate how KIND you are to me especially on THE WORST DAY EVER! I hate Enlgish teachers Current Mood: crappy (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
5:03 pm	GO EAT A CRAB APPLE AND THEN STICK THE CORE THROUGH YOUR BRAIN AND DIIIIIEEEE!!!!! I HATE LIFE I MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD RIGHT NOW or I could just go to school for 3 hours and rehearse a retarded musical instead of going to a concert I got tickets to for my BIRTHDAY!! THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!!!! DIIIE Current Mood: enraged (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 24th, 2006
11:01 pm	yay for... birthdays friends that decorate your locker friends that bake you the most beautiful cake friends who make you mix CDs friends who walk in the rain with you friends who buy you pretty flowers friends who write long birthday letters to you friends who sing to you friends who get their sons to sing to you friends who make fun of you for being SO extrememly happy about your birthday friends who give you great advice on which sweater to buy...navy or brown? friends who take you out for tea friends who give you huge birthday hugs friends that you've lost touch with, who send emails with birthday wishes friends you haven't seen in forever who you visit on your birthday I love you guys thank you so much for an amazing day! -V- Current Mood: enthralled (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
3:53 am	So as I just finish up a big english project, and as my eyelids close slowly, I start to wonder...WHY AM I SUCH A BIG PROCRASTINATOR NOW!! frigg. This is NOT good. I just like..stare at the screen wondering what would happen if I left this project till fifteen minutes from now....then half an hour...then two hours....and then I'm here, at 11:56 just finishing the project. This is ONLY the most important class I'll ever take in high school! But do I care enough to get my work done BEFORE the night before the due date? NO! of course not!! I think I'll quite life Thank you to all those who made the first part of my life enjoyable! I'll go DIE now! -V- Current Mood: crushed (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 16th, 2006
9:33 pm	Good Friday's Homily It is in the most frail and broken moments That we come to realizations of perfection She spends days running circles around the true statement Trying to consider other possibilities Then she preaches her discoveries from the pulpit of today And forgets yesterday The process that led to these realizations Her frail and broken moments Current Mood: bored (Comment on this)
Friday, April 14th, 2006
3:57 pm	So it's holy week and I live at the church for the next four days. That's always fun. Except for the fact that I don't know the music...but sight reading is cool!... Kiwanis is eating me. I have two classes on Wednesday, one of which I don't know my songs at ALL. GREAT! that's gunna be a fun one. And then the other class I'm competing against all my choir girls...a little wierd...but whatevs. And then I have two more on the 22nd. And then I'm finally done for the year. woot. My brother's coming home tomorrow! SOOO excited. And yay for being 17 in like..a week! April 24th baby! -V- Current Mood: excited (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
8:38 pm	Integrated Cohen I haven’t thought much today I’ve heard words being talked at me But nothing of great importance Is a desire considered a thought? Nothing a man wouldn’t consider But who am I to desire? He says I’ll never succeed My words run so uneasily And we’ve only got so long You’re so beautifully poised That desiring was only right And there’s only an if When he responds to my words I only try to please you But he speaks with such darkness That their lips turn black And I’ve forgotten your name again Women have worshiped you like this before And you seem to give in quite happily again and again They treat themselves To a moment of intimacy tonight And forget him in the morning If I ever happened to show up Would I be disappointed with you? Or am I the one who’s disappointing? There’s a dumb feeling in the space between us That I can’t quite place beside me yet Your presence is intruding my comfort And your body needs conditioning There’s just a little while longer that we’ll wait Silence occupies a larger space of time We can wait for the blossoms of words to take over But like cancer Tumours of love may appear all too soon On my schedule of life Our encounter was never a set date It’s our lips that communicate that mistake now It was an unwelcome mistake Which is now taking over my life Because I’m too shy to correct And I believe you’re too wrong to speak Hear the body language This might give you a clue As to what every man won’t accept And to who makes the effort to climb To the peak of truth Just to be pushed back down the stairs Acceptance and truth don’t equate But you’re clear to speak now (his words won’t mean much anyways) Is your throat getting dry now? It’s not too much to take outside I’d rather our encounter end here Please don’t forget to close the door when you leave so there were supposed to be bolded words in this poem that if you read just them, it would be one of Leonard Cohen's poems...but apparantly that didn't work! whatevs....so there you go! just a random VHarm poem then! Current Mood: thankful (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 5th, 2006
11:37 pm	sounds of him crying in a subway You're totally the best thing that's ever happened to me...us. Wow I'm so sorry I hate to see you this way. I wish there was something I could say or do to make you feel better. But nothing. I said nothing useful. I hope my silence helped calm you down...I think it did. good. But still. I wish I was a more useful person when it comes to this. Honestly. I might as well have just duck taped my mouth shut and kept my ears open and my hands on the steering wheel and it would have been the same experience. I'm just so bad at talking. at consoling. You're swearing was kinda comforting. Actually really comforting. Frigg I didn't want to go home I hate the drive home Hate it. makes me want to turn around and pitch a tent in your back yard I'd rather do that then drive that route home because its in the direction of my house and in the opposite direction of your house. Don't be sorry please don't be sorry I'm just glad I was of some help if you can call it that at all But I love how you can just ask and I'll be right there because everything stops when it comes to you my homework my brain my parents' voices everything and I love it so god bless you sleep well I love you I heard the tears and it made me cry on the way home Current Mood: blah (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, April 3rd, 2006
7:41 pm	Her, from today on I. And she speaks So soft that The whole world hears So loud that No one forgets Save for the hobo who hollows Out a life from potential Sugar To curdling milk But to those who hear Cheers We’ll wend to infinity Because hearing And understanding Don’t underestimate II. Swing, swing Swing free from the tears Under a sheet of wet Rain Rain whispers And everyone can hear An inquiry Singing Trees And laughing houses She’s back But we reach for the door Not to escape her But to escape fear of Loosing her We shouldn’t But I do think So I swing Swing s g w n i III. Back again to the gravel road Pick up the pieces Piece together a mystery Misunderstood Forget clarification And I feel Like in a weir In the river by her House Whispering house Because I can’t escape A solitude Only felt It seems From behind the weir in the river Where he saved the girl one summer Anonymous From under the broken dock Not so broken any more Not so present any longer And that’s fine Because danger only travels Staying still is too dangerous So solve the m y s t e r y Current Mood: irritated (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 1st, 2006
8:17 pm	I need a bottle of hope and a handful of help cause it's just not working right now not while the house is still spinning and the contents are rattling Just give me the easy way out or I'm a cheater Just give me the bottle of happiness and the handful of love that they offer so freely because it's free flowing and free living from here on in not quite I wish I love the family the family of four + one more little one pop my bubble because I want this closeness and this bubble full of disappointing nothings disappointing nothings cuz that's what it is it's not a bad mood it's not a yelling match it's not a dirty look or a rude remark maybe I over exagerate or maybe it's black on white and you're just trying to make it too colourful Current Mood: full (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 30th, 2006
9:54 pm	You need to be a little fucking more careful when you've got a ten year old around the house. An amazing and sensitive ten year old don't fucking swear at anyone you're a bad mother She picks up on it and you don't give a shit when she's crying in that wicker chair in the round room and you keep your eyes glued to the t.v. cuz you're too fucking scared to move them get a life be a real person and for fuck's sake act like a mother so when I come in, I don't feel so amazing about being the mother around this house Current Mood: angry (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 28th, 2006
10:06 pm	So I guess everything's gotta be this difficult right? not really I just make it that much harder So why? and why can't everyone just realise it's friends that get us this far so stop being intersted stop being interesting I'm not even going to let myself go there any more It becomes way too complicated But that's a lie because someone else just 24 hours later can capture me...and make me want to go back wierd pleasant today's realisations: tall curly brunette dimples adorable take me and hide me please before it's too late -V- p.s. a personal saviour yet again. You won't ever die. Current Mood: confused (Comment on this)