Home again...

So, I got back from Supanova late last night. I was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired that I didn't even bother looking at my laptop to do anything. So! Time for a rant!

Supanova was absolutely bloody amazing and, as a result of going I am now:

Crazy! Who me?

Time

The gavel has fallen, the room is dark.

The light is blown, by a runaway spark.

The crazy has caught you, the voices say die.

The end is coming, it's just a matter of time.

That there was inspired by a conversation I was having with my boyfriend before I went to sleep, and by the Ace Attourney games - which, by the way, are wonderful - I think it sums up my brand of crazy quite nicely... 

I. Am. So so so so so so so SO excited for tomorrow... just have to make it through three hours of school and then I'm off to Sydney for Supanova!!!!!!!! *excited flailage*
Expect a highly hyper rant about how awesome it was when I return!!

Secrets

So here's a question for you:

If you have a secret, that has been kept a secret for a while and has actually caused you to lie on several occasions, and you don't want it to be a secret anymore. How do you tell that secret to the people who you had previously lied to?

And then, after that, how do you gather up the guts to look them in the eyes and ask for their help? How are you supposed to explain it when they ask you why when you're not even sure why you kept it secret yourself?

If I'm being honest here -In this sort of situation, I have absolutely no clue what to do. 

Elissa~

Midnight Memories

Heya! Just a quick update here to say that all poetry I write will now be posted here at my friend Arcalines blog Midnight Memories. He writes too, and is alot more diligent with getting things posted. So you should check out his blog!

Elissa~

A pointless Point of View...

And I haven't even been listening to Emilie Autumn lately.
Oh well, that's beside the point. The point is, well, I suppose I need to actually write something substantial before I decide what the point is. That's the way it usually works, yes?

Introducing: Poetry

So, I write poetry. Quite alot of it. Some ofit gets shown to friends, some of it gets posted up on the interwebs, and some just gets tucked away somewhere where it will stay until I'm brave enough to do one of the above with it. Anyways, this here is one of my latest attempts.
I was trying to write something happy, but I don't think it really worked... oh well. Here it is:

Sunshine and Rainbows


You are the sunshine, and I am a rainbow.
You are a thing that is blinding.
I am a frown disguised with colour

Neeeeeed Sleeeeeep

I. Am. So. Tired.
I can barely stay awake, let alone actually do anything worthwhile. I'm probably going to end up with a crap-load of horrible spelling and grammar errors. Which I will fix when I am more awake.  (Edit: I am now going through and fixing them)