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[Dec. 31st, 2007|03:02 am] |
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A big empty room with floor to ceiling windows.
No lights, no sounds
just the deafening silence broadcast from the depths
of my own poisoned mind.
The big bad world is in front of me
right out that window
illuminating my surroundings
reminding me that it's not time yet.
Just like you, I am afraid
a future that well maybe could be bright
I'm afraid of those that fear me.
'night
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 13th, 2007|12:09 am] |
I need to keep looking forward.
No matter what happens, I have to look forward.
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| to my little poke buddy.. |
[Oct. 15th, 2007|01:11 am] |
Happy Birthday Rachel.
You're one in a billion and no one will ever be as cool as you. We invented poking long before facebook came along and I'm pretty sure that if all of our conversations somehow went public we would redefine the concept of insanity and change every medical journal ever written.
You own this world, you just haven't found the keys to it yet.
I <3 you with all my heart. |
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[Oct. 11th, 2007|01:18 am] |
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The world's biggest mistake was underestimating me. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2007|05:04 pm] |
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these are the days of ghosts, goblins and know it all's.
the devil is throwing a party tonight and everyone's invited
all the pain will make you cry, make you feel
that blinding red moon, it seems like it caught you
but have no fear?
Rev. Dimitri will heal your soul.
baby.
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|12:59 pm] |
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roll the window down
this cool night air is curious
let the whole world look in
who cares who sees what tonight?
roll these misty windows
down to catch my breath again
go and go and go and
take me to the edge and back again
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there was a time when fear, anger and sorrow were respected.
when you can look into her eyes and see the warrior within her soul
they roamed
oh how they roamed
their dark was your light
they protected you in ways you would never understand
they preserved the mind that was once free and open
only now a prison inside of a prison.
now. there are only but a few.
>> look up at the night sky and listen.
receive.
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[Sep. 12th, 2007|11:03 pm] |
Man.. kudos to the Foo Fighters. I got my hands on Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace and it's a brilliant album. Nothing brings up my spirits better than good music and I needed something badly. I'll be listening to this one for a while...
Right when the caterpillar thought its whole world had ended, it turned into a butterfly.
Right now, bullshit quotes are useful. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2007|09:06 pm] |
Jesus Christ by Brand New is one of the best songs I've heard in a while. It never gets old when you put it on repeat.
Call me when this world isn't such a joke anymore. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2007|04:37 pm] |
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Sooner or later you'll only be a bad memory. As will I. |
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[Sep. 2nd, 2007|01:01 am] |
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(a) piece of you for (a) piece of me
new era. no commercials this time.
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[Aug. 31st, 2007|03:04 am] |
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[]
This. Is where it starts.
This. Is where all the little pieces around you, all around you, give way and crumble like ashes, >> your soul falls asleep for a little while.
! give yourself.
giv e y ourse lf.
It won't hurt.
Open your window wide. Your demon is curious. This. is where you > giv e your sel
f.
I watched you f
ad
e.
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[Aug. 28th, 2007|04:19 am] |
It's the kinda thing you can only r ead a bo u t.
Dr aw
t
he
l
i
ne.
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| watch me die |
[Aug. 21st, 2007|03:41 am] |
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I could have cried. I should have cried. |
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[Aug. 13th, 2007|12:45 am] |
Here lies my home.
The edge of a misty ocean, a hidden harbour. A sea of tranquillity.
The water glimmering with neverending lights like jewels spread across the plain as far as the eye can see.
Silver, blue and white.
The night sky afire with stars, shimmering. Silver lamps lit with soft white lights, hovering over the edge of the water where a white stream spills onto me.
Silver, blue and white. The wind is present, the breeze is gentle.
This is where all hearts are healed. My final resting place. The most heartbreakingly beautiful swan song from a distance.
This is where my heart heals when my mind finally passes on. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2007|03:12 am] |
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On August 4, 2008 I will reach 10,000 days. |
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[Aug. 5th, 2007|01:49 am] |
You reminded yourself of an episode of the Twilight Zone. You were there. Your sky was pouring down rain and you were wet. You needed shelter. You were lost in your woods. You saw a large house from a distance and you felt comfort. You walked towards the house. It was a monestary. You knocked on the door. No one answered. You begged and called out for help. You heard a voice. It wasn't friendly. They wanted you to leave. You pleaded to be let in. The rain, the shadows, the darkness that spread across the night, no man should be left alone, no man should be denied inside the house of God. The door opened and you walked in. You were told that your presence is quarrelsome. You denied being a burden. You were not believed. You were free to wander the deep hallways, the neverending paths. You found a room. Inside was a man. A frail, weak man. He was trapped. He tells you he is kidnapped. You believed him. You found the cleric that let you in. You asked why this man was trapped inside the small room. They took him the only way they knew how, under the cover of darkness. You were told that this man was not to be believed, that he would only bring evil. You were told to never speak with him again. You continued to wander the dark corridors. You were tired. You wanted to find a place to sleep. You found the man again. You decided to speak.
"How can one be so frail and weak yet possess great evil?" he asked.
You questioned everything. You were scared. He told you that they were all out to get you. They will trap you just the same way he was trapped. You were now very scared. You panicked. You unlocked the door from the outside. You foolishly set him free. Right before your eyes you witnessed the unthinkable.
"I have seen false idols, painful lies and lived unspeakable truths, but never thought I was capable of such regrettable deeds." you said.
You watched the man as he became a demon. You felt very cold. The demon disappears into the night. You begin to cry. The cleric finds you. He tells you that you have released Satan to roam free in this world. He was captured. You were tricked. You asked the cleric a question.
"Who was the real demon here, the man set free or the man that turned him loose?"
The cleric did not respond. You already knew that answer.
beauty is death
a truth is many lies
memory is pain
you were never a gift
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