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Thursday, March 1st, 2012
8:00 pm - The Dream

stitched_up_mew

I found myself 

Walking along a distant road

Covered in pure, sparkling snow

Looking for something I had lost long ago

One night, in a dream I dreamt 

I stopped only to pick lovely flowers

And gather them in my arms

I felt a warmth spread into my bones

And as I gazed upon them, 

I felt oddly clean

I touched their velvety petals 

And allowed myself to cry 

I laid them softly to rest

Buried beneath that virgin snow

And I continued on

Feeling so lost and very alone

I came upon a small house

That beckoned to me

Promising me shelter and protection 

I struggled to the door

The snow now around my knees

Gathered all the strength and courage I could muster

And gave a soft knock on the door

The door opened

And I trudged in

Longing for something I knew

My breath caught in my chest 

For sitting there was you

I felt happiness sweep away the cold

And I ran to embrace you 

I whispered lightly in your ear

All things I had always wanted to say

And felt you pull me closer

An understanding passed between us

Took my words away and left me calm and assured

I knew you must of felt the same

Because of those three words you had uttered 

Tears came to my eyes 

Because I knew no longer would I walk that snowy path alone

Searching for something I thought I would never know

I found what I was searching for

I found you

I awoke 

With lovely sun caressing my face

And a smile touching my lips

I knew that it just wasn’t a dream

I knew it was all to real 

And for that I must remember to thank you

For making my dreams and my reality as one 

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Sunday, March 19th, 2006
9:37 pm - Dad's Hammer

frustratedmysti
The Hammer
My dad he had a hammer, way back when I was 4
a horrible, hard hammer though
it had no shape or form.
He broke my leggo with it
Crushed me as a sport
he scattered my toy soldiers
he smashed my little fort.

My dad he had a hammer, way back when I was 4
I was a little flower and I could hardly talk
"You are WORTHLESS, you are HOPELESS!"
is how I heard the blows and
I scream that mantra too myself
though his hammer's here no more.

A brutal and cruel tyrant had his hands around a tool
and aimed it at a little child before he started school
and the little child was spared the angst of feeling so afraid
by grabbing daddy's hammer and
handing himself the pain.

Now I dont want your hammer daddy
for you crushed me to the bone
Your horrible fucking hammer made me so alone
so take back your hammer daddy take back the pain you've sewn
from your horrible heavy hammer and
your heavy heart of stone.

by the frustrated mystic2006

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Saturday, June 4th, 2005
4:25 pm

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MY GRANDMOTHERS POETRY BOOK IS PUBLISHED!!

My grandmother's dying wish was to publish a book of her poetry, and the day before she died she was told from the publisher that her dream was going to come true. 2 months after she passed away, the book is published.

If we sell 500 hardcopy books, it will appear on the shelves of Barnes and Noble. So please, consider buying this book. It truley is amazing, and it would mean alot to the memory of my Nanny.


I think this book is amazing. It is poetry about spirituality, love, and life. I have grown up around my grandmothers poetry, and I have always found it so emotionally moving and inspiring. I honestly think that others will love it just as I have.

http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?isbn=0-595-67195-0

One Light by Norma Hantson

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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
9:28 am - bitch itsnighttime
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Its full speed to #1 and everybody wants a piece.
And hell yes it is every fucking man for himself.

Don't step in fellas because if I lose you can gladly take a shot at this fine glass of wine.

But I won't come up short because I am the greatest smooth talker with the right moves

I'm so suave its almost garunteed.

WE WORK FOR THE WEEKENDS

Grind to grind with that donut dip coffee crisp cream and shit
Computer systems crankin that information super highway.
Such bullshit we get into. Agreed? Time shoots past our heads and causing migrains

WHO WANTS TO QUIT?

Yeah the last twenty minutes aren't spent with folders and typing
They pass with conversation and laughter
Easing that tension from seconds ago.

Weird how that always seems to work.

oh well

lets smoke.

First just us on the car ride home.

Oh Mary how I love you so.

Pass pass pass pass aksdlk .............. ________- the time and drive slower

not that you want to . just don't pay attention to anything.

WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERYTIME.... " I don't know but its never a bad thing "

compressions inside my insides inside .
spin spin din din -n ner dinner!

I'm salivating on my arm .

who drools!?

DON'T MAKE THAT FACE OR YOUR MOUTH WILL GET STUCK LIKE THAT.! !@#$




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and then that one kid at the end of the block with his damn lemonade stand. $2 for lemonade!?

Diamond Shamerock = $1.09

No one feels sorry for him. So he's sheltered and isn't allowed to play with Ninja Turtles or watch MTV

IS ANYONE ELSE LOSING IT?

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Its full speed to #1 and everybody wants a piece.
And hell yes it is every fucking man for himself.

Don't step in fellas because if I lose you can gladly take a shot at this fine glass of wine.

But I won't come up short because I am the greatest smooth talker with the right moves

I'm so suave its almost garunteed.

WE WORK FOR THE WEEKENDS

Grind to grind with that donut dip coffee crisp cream and shit
Computer systems crankin that information super highway.
Such bullshit we get into. Agreed? Time shoots past our heads and causing migrains

WHO WANTS TO QUIT?

Yeah the last twenty minutes aren't spent with folders and typing
They pass with conversation and laughter
Easing that tension from seconds ago.

Weird how that always seems to work.

oh well

lets smoke.

First just us on the car ride home.

Oh Mary how I love you so.

Pass pass pass pass aksdlk .............. ________- the time and drive slower

not that you want to . just don't pay attention to anything.

WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN EVERYTIME.... " I don't know but its never a bad thing "

compressions inside my insides inside .
spin spin din din -n ner dinner!

I'm salivating on my arm .

who drools!?

DON'T MAKE THAT FACE OR YOUR MOUTH WILL GET STUCK LIKE THAT.! !@#$




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and then that one kid at the end of the block with his damn lemonade stand. $2 for lemonade!?

Diamond Shamerock = $1.09

No one feels sorry for him. So he's sheltered and isn't allowed to play with Ninja Turtles or watch MTV

IS ANYONE ELSE LOSING IT?

"sweet deal, that's a bet here's $10.00" "stay straight nigga fuck wit me"




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I can't feel my hands.
Feel my hands!

THEN WE GET POLITICAL WITH OUR SOAPSCRUB IDEALS

Is that so then what are you doing tonight?

I met her for drinks.

the kind that make baking class make sense and causes candy kisses.

("*☼did I just touch her breast?☼*")

yes you can do anything you want I wont remember y our name tomorrow.

But make sure I go home. I don't want any morning hello goodbye.



Look sheltered violin humming sheila with a joyful smile and green eyes, I don't want your goddamn pizza.



STOP.

can we please pick up chinese.

IF I WAS BRITISH I WOULD DRINK TEA!

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then jump on the couch already there are 8 of them.

bushels, trees, grain, or telescope come on pick your poison baby.

now half way close your lids, and half way pry your trap.

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Maybe I should set my alarm first, Hey roomie what time is it, turn off the light, hit play, hand me that, where's this, guess what happened?

I should charge my...

I don't remember this part.

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no time. hurry

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Tuesday, September 28th, 2004
2:05 pm - I don't want to die. But I would if it made you want me like you did that late November.
whiteguy Holding my nerves in my hand
If I could just learn to dance
The world would look at my inside
To be mixing
And spindling
My pulse like a motionless bulb

Take me as I am
My failures and my plans
Tell me that I'm good
I'll tell you that you should
Two weeks is too long for me
Its an eternity

People watch me as I sing
Knowing just what tomorrow brings
Making something different everyday
Just to dream
And always breath
My lungs they burst like new flowers bloom

Take me as I am
I'll take you as you are
I'll tell you that you're good
If you tell me that I should
One week is forever
Just long enough to say never and i'm never and never forever

Candles make the room pleasant
Memories I will not forget
I think about you every hour
I feel your heartbeat
Its slower and softer and softly dying out

So will you
Will you let me hold you
And be your heart's favorite thing
Your only
Your greatest
Most commonly familiar healing personal experience to love to love and love and only
Only because you..

(Because I don't think you know who you really are, I could show you if you let me in for a while. I swear I'm the best thing for you and whether you would like me to, I'd like to. I could make you want to .. too. Don't say you love me unless you can paint as well as you said you could.)

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Wednesday, June 16th, 2004
3:27 pm - we live to die
whiteguy I am a daring soldier
Restless and weak
My body aches
My mind breaks from lack of sleep
So I fight and my blood is water

Sure bright streams pass through the soft angel's gate
Into the center of life, then out again
Each piercing blow stops time once more
The constant hum
That cold blood's roar as it liberates onto it's pawn

Down to half
Straight up and down
Rich and full through gaps of ivory
Spewing like wine for a barron and dane
Now topped are their cups

I am a wasted man
Cheated and meek
My spirit is lost
My heart breaks from death
So I die too with my eyes to the mountains

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Wednesday, May 26th, 2004
3:48 pm - ask your stereo for directions
whiteguy

You are.
My angel, but your wings are gone
I would
Fly to you darling, but
I am.
Stuck here on the ground

I could send letters to people and places to aid my search to your eyes
Then match my words in way of travel in space in dreaming and time.

I am.
Drawing maps filled with
Roadways
Twisted rails and long days
Of this.
Pursuing my complicated means

So I draw a sketch of your hair on a page on lines and tears along the edges
Then match my mind's depiction of your stunning complexion with ink.

This map in red.
Arrow pointing up
Up, up down around.
Its a sign pointing straight at you.
Its a one way street,
So sorry, and






Only,


I found your wings.

But I.

Can't,

Find you.

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Sunday, May 9th, 2004
2:03 am - silver vs. pink

collarlipstick
silver confusion and pink-laced relationships always brought a perfect mixture of colored radiance to his face
(the day didn't have to be perfect)
he may scream
but he doesn't feel the desire
(content like this)
driving somewhere
signs on the road to "go left left!"
piles of maps in the passenger's seat saying "go right right!"
either way will end at the same place
he knows
these masks of adversity, "they're only temporary"
(content like this)
after he figures out this place
these poor lonely streets
so poor and lonely they speak to him
in that very moment is when
the day will turn from gray to yellow
gray to yellow

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Thursday, May 6th, 2004
3:52 pm

failure_design
its a warm breezy day and the clouds slow down the time on today
oh well i guess i could let you live but the world wouldn't be the same.

die in my arms instead.

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Monday, May 3rd, 2004
7:10 pm - a gaint in its lair

carwashxromance
unable to breathe i gasp for that last painful taste
streaching my arms towards a pregnant pause
a desolate abandoned womb attached with out contempt or empathy
a reply of uncertainty and confusion
unable to recognize a voice that i've had all along
she turns abruptly ignoring my pleed for help
a tasteless look with eyes i have never known
with only a belly, a womb brimming with warm liquid
unable to recognize the mother that once held me inside
i realize i have not lost anything, only the sound of a mummered heart beat
the soothing voice of a gaint in its lair

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Tuesday, January 20th, 2004
11:12 pm - its late

postcurtainfall
The violin player looks for the cue

each sweep, of the bow fires and explains

sweet days of autumn rain;

beautiful, and so full of pain.



whispering shadows while the bow caresses again

stories of a place in a flutter of an eyelash

where the birds have gone away

and he loves the bare, and silent trees

and the sip of tears in the mist

loving the sorrow song in the wolves



the audiance applauds

and story end,

they returned form the sodden trail made in the earth

around the thick sky

and back from the truth, or is it to?

only one knew that the audiance

had no ear for that secrets he had hidden there

in the death of that November day

current mood: blah

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Wednesday, January 14th, 2004
3:36 pm - pastles
whiteguy There is the moon light in the distant gleaming
As I climb the ladder to the rooftop
Whispering my fears as I go
On.

Hear the ocean on the floor
Washing all that was and will
Be.

Tonight.

I sit here alone
On the rooftop of this beach home getaway

Wind surrounding me with all the things I thought I left for someday
It takes me now like a lighthouse draws a cruisliner to its shore

I won't let go.
Breath.
Trust.

Leaning foward the atmosphere softly floats my body down to the edge of the water
Under the spotlight my sounds go silent
Lips moving with nothing but an echoed rejection

Soaring, fly into the open breeze
Falling, die and crash into the trees

This night is over.

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Monday, December 29th, 2003
3:25 pm - Kids and Their Carelessness
whiteguy A sum and weeks remember
This message that I send you
Through the careful whispered lines
And fragrant vibes
An honest heart's December
With all but days remain
Until the words I would have said roll off my lips
This is what I miss

Tired and cold
And always alone
I couldn't be forgotten even if every person knew my name
Face is pale and dull
And never to sure
A cotton shrinking sweater leaves the pieces of this letter's name untold

Quilted in a sun that never shone
The seams away
And the call's too late
The bookshelf looses every book that was read once before
Just save today
And claim your space
In the wrinkled pages of novels never read left on the floor

Now all is lost
Superman was just a man
And his powers couldn't help the best of us
My empty soul
He couldn't fill with just a moral spill of hope

Oh well
At least my memories keep sleepless in a never ending car ride tonight
The car is cold
Heater's busted, radio won't play, I've lost my coat

Sunken in a moon that's dim to all
The seams away
And the call's too late
The lines on empty pages burn in piles above the stove
Just save today
And claim your space
In the broken books of artist never loved or filled before

A telegram of faces in empty mirrors
I'll call again if you promise you'll remember
Two weeks I spend another trashed december
With you spinning around in my head

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Monday, December 22nd, 2003
12:53 pm - New..

_left_behind
How can you say those words?
When you know I believe them.
How can you say those lies?
When you know I believe them.

Him // Lindsay
There's a longing inside myself
that needs to be set free.
Set free of all these rules
restrictions set apon my soul.
There's a passion inside myself
that can't be released by you.
There's somebody out there
that can set myself free.
I believe I have found that
body..that somebody..like him.

current mood: poetic

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Friday, December 19th, 2003
8:24 am
whiteguy
Low
Trapped in an open cage
Send me a message
Of hope
Of an escape

Crawl a little
To see my last mistake
An open bottle
Drink
The bottle breaks

Cry out to the no one hears me now
But you
You follow my echoed sound
Scent the air of old and new
Chase the tail of a tattered coat again
Its better than we knew

And with these clues.




The truth is only up to you

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Wednesday, December 17th, 2003
2:35 pm
whiteguy Flames of red light the pale blue sky
And the beat of wind rushes onto rooftops
The leaves wisp in dew of morning

The bell rings from a steeple so high
Birds flock at the brass screams into the light

And then.
The wind.

Fierce and unforgiving
Swarm buildings with a raging lust
Of people and belonging

The glass shatters
And rains upon the empty beings that fall under the drift

Rain.
Rain.
Senses fail

Case drawn this rush is void to those who stand
And cast a no shadow
Just listen
And die with the simple man

Die with the dead

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Thursday, December 11th, 2003
3:48 pm - flight of a cold night
whiteguy
I'm walking to the pier in a sandstorm
The waves crash just beneath my feet
Sand and shells fly past my face
Cutting my flesh and stinging my limbs
As my sorry attempt to block the chaos fails

The sky grows black as the windstorm intensifies
My strength is telling me I have no more to give
I fall fast in the edging sand
Awaiting my last breath to breach

Eyes shut.
No one speaks.

Half open, dry and pouring
I see the light of the ship merry
It glows beneath the drowning clouds
Drawing an outline of my sadistic mortal soul
And follows my broken flesh as I rise

Up into the sky of a bent lit moon
Soaking me in love of a seven year sun
This light it floats me to the heights of merry
And my heart fills its empty hole

Eyes open.
Say it again.

Together we die,
And come alive
Tonight we soar like doves in the winter's wind

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Monday, December 1st, 2003
7:29 pm - simply
whiteguy The day is dark
Peace is absent
A dull moon lings in the sky

The ground is cold
As is my heart
Today I fall in my lonely pit

I wish that I would die

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Saturday, November 29th, 2003
12:05 am - I see it around me, I see it in everything...

silverchairchik

It still surprises me how many times my heart could break and be put back together. Even now, after the storm is over...none the less...it's still breaking. Maybe it just never stopped. The rain is a constant, but sometimes I just try not to listen to it anymore. It used to be a comfort, just knowing that it was there. But anymore it just hurts. It's cold, and it's lonely. There's nobody holding my hand and running through it this time. This is something that only I can deal with. The end came, and I always wanted to believe that maybe that day would never come. But it's okay...I'll be okay. But what about you? That's all I really want. Happiness. For both of us. I can't do anything further than saying I'm sorry. What's been done has been done, and there's no taking it back. Maybe it's better this way. And there's always going to be that little piece of myself that will never believe it so. I just wish that the cold rain would match the warmth of the tears falling down my face. My fingers are cold and I'm tired of wandering lost. I just want to go home. I just want to sleep. Please don't visit me in those dreams. Please don't think that it wasn't worth anything. It was worth everything. And if only this rain would stop falling then maybe I could see a little further ahead into life to tell you that everything is going to be okay, to once again make a promise to you that I would never break. Forever. It's a scar, cross my heart, a place that will never go away, a time that will always haunt and torment me. But a dream in the same. Such a small moment in time, when you think of how long we've been on this earth before ever knowing one another's touch. Funny how such a short moment in time could change the rest of your life. That's what you did for me. And I thank you for that. My heart won't stop breaking until yours does. So then maybe this means that we'll just always feel this bit of pain in our hearts. Some things never fade. Some memories must be kept sacred. Just remember, I'm thinking of you, wherever you are. And although that may not be enough for you, it's all I have to give, it's everything to me.

current mood: sad

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Wednesday, October 1st, 2003
10:51 am - little story for ya

keepsleeping
he was washing his hands in the sink the first time i ever saw him. the girls bathroom at school had been full. two stalls housed females, excreting piss and crap; the last stall, the handicapped one, was occupied by three girls. those ones were smoking cigarettes and bantering in lazy voices about how the school fucking sucks. i had to pee and i hated the occupants and i hated the cunt smokers so i went into the boys bathroom.

nobody was in there, save for him. i knew his name was john, and i knew what he was wearing, and i knew where he sat in history class. he was in my class and he sat in the corner. so in actuality, it wasn't the first time i had seen him. but it was the first time i had seen him outside of a classroom where we did not speak anyway.

"what are you doing in here?" he asked me.
"peeing. girls room was full."

i disappeared into the stall and the way he was looking at me made my cheeks hot and my fingers tremble. very awkward. when i got in the stall i realized that i did not, in face, need to urinate. i couldn't. it was like something inside my body froze and would not allow the yellow liquid to escape. and i knew he was still there, and done washing his hands, because the water no longer ran in the sink and i hadn't heard the door close.

after deciding that i was not going to urinate, i flushed the toilet anyhow, just as not to look weird, and walked out. he was standing about three feet away from the door now, next to a urinal. and his penis was out and hard; pointed up at the rotting ceiling tiles. at first, in shock, i could not help but look. was this for real? however, after the split second that it took my brain to process this imagery, i looked away quickly. i was too overwhelmed with odd and shocking feelings to walk around him and make my way to the door, so i stood there, frozen.

"can't leave until you give me a blowjob," he said.

current mood: cold

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