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summmmmmerrrrrr [02 Jun 2004|05:03pm]
[ mood | pensive ]
[ music | Led Zeppelin-Tangerine (in my head) ]

summa time and the livin' is easy!!!!


PSYCH. dad and mom are making me get volunteer jobs, michelle is at the beach with her ex...makin' me nervous. we stayed apart (as in not going out) for quite a while, and after a while a lot of feelings just resurfaced and i sucked it up and asked her out. she said yes (of course, because i am so cool) but then she like didn't come over for 3 nights in a row after we had planned it and stuff...it was disappointing. but now she's at the beach and i am (hopefully) pretty sure that her and michael aren't getting into anything and if they were, i'd be so like...devastated?i guess, but yeah....................i am so so so so so sleepy, i don't know why, and i want to go swimming but the stupid pool is closed. oh well, life's a bitch, then you die.



i'm thinking and i really hope that michelle and i can do whatever is best for us.

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<3 modest mouse [14 Apr 2004|12:53pm]
[ mood | groggy ]
[ music | Novocain Stain-Modest Mouse ]

WELL HELLO THERE!


michelle came over last night--no my dear poppets, we are NOT back together, nor will we be anytime soon. i must say that this is very pleasing to know. but i do feel like my time with her was ill spent because now she is fucking all of her god damned ex-boyfriends. she told me how she fucked some 9 inch black jew on passover, without bothering to tell me he was her ex, and she went to visit her other ex in tennessee and they fucked at like 2 in the morning. oh yes, and the black jew guy was not wearing a condom. great, woo.




i am so glad i'm not with someone like that. you know...i'm so glad i'm not with someone PERIOD. however michelle is still cool for now, but i might like think about it and shit and change my mind or whatever. man, i have to go some..keeper training session shit...fuck that shit man, i'm too laszy to go, but i kind of did say yes...








i wonder if anyone reads this shit anymore since i don't put poems up here...that'd be fucking...weird...if they do, they might as well strap a sign on their ass that says 'STALKER'! anyway, gonna go work on my story, i'll maybe post it up here when i'm done. peace y'all

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myeh... [01 Apr 2004|07:33pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | TV ]

hey i haven't written in forever because i am posting my poems on a new site-- http://allpoetry.com/poets/quality%20revenge but it's not a journal...


and i want to bitch about shit now.


michelle and i broke up a little while back, which was dissapointing, and now we are considering getting back together...that'll be cool...but...it'd just feel weird i guess.


got my report card...............


shittyyyyyyyyyyyyy...i got like an F and a D and like Cs and shit...no TV for the rest of the school year and no computer till next progress report, at dad's at least. right now my mom is babbling on about teeth...like i could care?

anyway, steve is pretty pissed about the grades too, but yeah...i am really upset with myself about it.

i'm going through the weirdest time mentally, like...i don't want to explaing it right now, but i wrote B a 4 page letter talking about it. i feel like i'm just concerning her with my issues, which i don't want to do...
















nyeh....bored, gonna go...


bye.

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improv. [07 Mar 2004|09:16pm]
[ mood | groggy ]
[ music | Aimee Mann-Par for the Course ]

The wind makes the leaves dance
around in circles; taunting midnight drivers.
Bending backwards, twirling through air;
taunting jealous dancers.
Being free, themselves; taunting
struggling writers.

The wind gains force from all
of the resentment.
Knocking down electric wires,
plunging neighboorhoods into darkness.
Bringing that 6th sense of fear,
tingling up the nape of their necks.

Tonight's the night.
Tonight's the night.
Tonight's the night.

Ring around the rosie,
pocket full of poses,
ashes, ashes, we all fall
DOWN.

Ashes, ashes, ashes of
our loved ones that once
walked along our deserted paths long
before we were ever born.

I came to them with a flower,
singing my song off tune,
and I was stopped by them.
They knew not of appriciation
on that cool spring night
when the wind stirred up
anger in the heart of so many
unhappy with themselves.

Tonight's the night.
Tonight's the night.
TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT,
WE ALL FALL DOWN.

The man in the moon
Looked out of the moon
And this is what he said,
"Tis time that, now I'm getting up,
All babies went to bed."

The man in the moon
looked out from his place,
unto the greedy earth below him.
All of the dancers, and writers, and drivers,
spreading their pessimism
wider and farther;
longer and more painful.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall...

down.

Kiss my ass

:-O [07 Mar 2004|08:36pm]
[ mood | disappointed ]
[ music | JLC-Habit ]

No, you looke fine.
Let me accentuate the hidden curves in your skin.
That shirt brings out the beauty in your eyes
or maybe I'm just
looking for reasons to tell you
how beautiful you are.
I think about it all the time,
and it honestly brings tears to my eyes.

God. I can't even describe it.
I could write about you forever,
of course my eccentricites would
bias the quality of my
already badly written verses.

But I don't care,
you catapulted me into something that
I can't control of excape from.
You've given me potential
beyond the monotonous views I with hold.
I love your non-threatening auro,
that makes me feel comfortable; at home.
I could greedily gulp you in for
the rest of my life unless...
this is just naivity speaking.
We'll see soon enough



"Rise Up"

I want to kiss you
but I feel that you don't want me,
and I see it in subtle ways
like when you
lean backwards, moving farther away from me.
Life when you
let go of my hand to demonstrate
individual techniques for
slitting wrists. This is moving
too slow.
But I can't say anything,
enthralled by the fear that by
doing the wrong thing,
I'll push you farther away.
Forever.
I couldn't do that to you.

How else can I transform my thoughts
and transfer them to paper?
How many more ways are there to say this--
but not to you.
How can I continue the tirade towards beautiful?
I can only hope you'll want to read this
So then I won't have to say it
out loud. I am too fucking scared
and
I'm paying for it.

Kiss my ass

DANIEL [01 Mar 2004|09:46pm]
[ mood | crazy ]
[ music | JLC-Say Goodnight ]

DANIEL HALES: THE NEW QUENTIN TARANTINO...NOW I CAN PROVE THAT I KNEW DANIEL BEFORE HE WAS FAMOUS!!








boo yah.

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latest 3...i mean 4 [01 Mar 2004|08:28pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]
[ music | JLC-B-13 ]

"A-Z"
All the awaiting mothers in their adoloescent years
don't know the fear of the brothers as they
hear a brother get his brains bopped out. Brothers
gotta be careful around cashiers in convience stores.
All the damn dawgs that are falling down pay double because
they're criminals that ride the D-Train and can't read a damned dictionary.
Erroneous expressions with good intentions in court room hearings
bring bad newsto the fallible and forsaken mother
who has felt more pain then seemingly feasible.
Gods promises of grace and hops for a better tomorrow
brings nothing but shattered hope and hunger to those
who hear the truth behind the 'ingenius' words that
athiests are indifferent to.
I could be the jolly rancher, with children named of biblical
prophecies such as John and Jacob who kicked the bucket on
independency and sat, sniffing kerosene,
doing LSD, watching Limes dance with Lemons as the long day
comes to a miraculous end on a mauve sky.
But mothers are crying, making more babies,
nostalgic replacements for those who near tears
every time they smell fear. Longing for something more.
But neurotic tendencies
bring omissions to over trusting pairs who peel away friendship in
angry poems that bring qualms to the queen of break ups.
And that young girl with righteous ambitions that remakes
her future with each day dream
IS SO RIGHT.
As opposed to the slimy soccer jock, who smokes pot in secret
'cause he thinks it's hot. Where the hell is he going to?
His future contains turbulance and parental tension
with unknown unknowns that will never be understood
amongst the vicious voices that wail whines of
wants and things they want but don't got.
Each note on a xylaphone holds a bitter scream
of an ex-addict, who devoted their life to X and the perfect high.
And ever though our youth and offspring paint
pictures of yellow beasts, and other diseases,
I will never have to much zeal for my cause.
My mission to break through demilitarized zones,
to zap the hatred of tyrants.
To attain my own zone.
I FEEL SO RIGHT.

"Hair"

I want to have nappy locks
matted and dirty all the way down to my
twisting hips.

I want to have the kind of hair
that when you run your fingers through
they get caught half way.

Hair that doesn't shine in the sun
But is far from dull
in the midnight moonlight

Hair that makes people stare at its ever
changing colors.
Blue, red, black, brown, purple, blonde.

"She is nothing but trouble..."
hair that makes you try to place me
into a category in a world where classification is a necessity

Hair that challenges
simplicity.
Hair that brings attention wherever it goes.

Fuck it. It's just hair.


"Attempted Haiku on Individuality"

I am who I am;
Individuality.
Fuck the stressfullness

"Memories"

I'm searching for something to write home about.
Wanting to write something beautiful
that speaks for a cause
or tells a touching story.
Something that isn't always so pointless and sad,
about something I can't have.
I look around at all of the beautiful things and people.
"Dear Family,
I like it here, lots of things to see and not enough time-"
time time, my worst enemy, my best friend.
The one that will never leave but still
ran out too soon.
"Dear Family,
This place reminds me of so many things; all beautiful-"
beauty, beauty, something i know well-
something I've grown used to watching.
I look around at my friends, my surroundings
and I see beauty in the greasy sking, the worn out shoes...
The tired eyes that have been up as early as 5.
"Dear Family,
I want to come home, this place is wonderful, but it reminds me-"
memories, memories, the ouct come of everything.
The universal solution to the silliest of arguments.
'Tomorrow it will be a memory, so hold onto it while you can'
they tell me
'because living it once is better than loving it forever.'
"Dear Family,
I've written this letter over and over
only to stop at words that make me ponder something beautiful.
I think everyone would like it here, even if it's such a small
place. It has lots of secrets
that no one knows about. Lots of memories in this little place,
yes, lots.
It could always hold a little more, so if you'd
ever like to visit...
My room is just down the stairs and next to the bathroom."

Kiss my ass

my other quiz [29 Feb 2004|08:58pm]
[ mood | discontent ]
[ music | Alkaline Trio-Another Innocent Girl ]

HASH(0x887c02c)
Singer/Musician--You take a lot of pride in your
abilities. You're willing to do anything you
can to succeed. Either that or you're just
talented.


What will you be famous for?
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MY QUIZ MOFO's! [29 Feb 2004|06:10pm]
[ mood | hyper ]
[ music | Wolf in Sheeps Clothing-Face to Face ]

HASH(0x8b47818)
Novocaine Stain-

You have your mind on a lot of things. You're
really preoccupied, but mellow. You try to be
non-confrontational, and go with the flow,
however you let people walk all over you. Learn
to stand up for yourself.


Which Modest Mouse song are you?
brought to you by Quizilla



take my quiz and rate it, it took me 2 mother fucking days to make!

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[28 Feb 2004|08:35pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]
[ music | hover near fame-new amsterdams ]

PLEASE START COMMENTING YOU GUYS!!! to comment, at the bottom of each entry, there is a little thing that says 'kiss my ass' FUCKING JUST CLICK THAT SHIT! PLEASE!

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LIZ'S POEM!! [28 Feb 2004|07:17pm]
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | Grey Notes Fall-No Motiv ]

you guys, i've been meaning to do this for a while!! liz wrote a poem for me, and it was like the best poem i've ever read...so here it is! oh yeah, and my new icon is a drawing of mine!

"My Favorite Things"

Sometimes at night Ill stare up high,
Not really staring at anything
Pretend its summer---a firefly
A flower blooming---pretend its spring.

Fall--back and forth on a swing, color painted leaves
Winter bliss snowfall on the crisp of evening;
Never letting go of the past,
The seasons come and go much too fast.

I never say it but, to love, I always imply
And to that most humanity consistently replies
Feelings of complete oneness set my soul at ease; make me happy,
My trust in the beat within me will prove to be my life-long story.

I sit at think about things at night
When I look at the darkness up high
Beauty--feel it warmly, faces rosy, leaving shortly
Staring at the scenery of every wondrous morning.

Silly to think that this could be all there is
But amazing to realize the wonder in a simple kiss
Things that we can see and truly experience
I dont know whether or not this is truly consciousness
It doesnt matter a bit when Im feeling lifes bliss.

The sun setting on the mountains, at the beach, and from afar
The moon has no requirements of those looking at the stars
Never any answers, forever amazing questions
They arise from quiet conversations with simplest intentions.
The beat of a constant drum that both sweetens and toughens,
Even the lowest of souls with zillions of self-righteous slogans,
Everyone has his or her own separate passions
Built from sunrises on mountains and sunsets on oceans,
And to forever intertwine them shows unrealistic expectations.

Take me to the city that is taxless and that is crimeless
And all that live there share in good, and wealth, and purpose,
The executioners faces will always be nameless
And you crush instead of people what lies behind them: hatred.
Never again will the truth go traceless
Without thought to guide and honesty neglected, left wasted,
Slumped in a corner, rejected by all,
Honing for attention, ignored so few wont fall.

No point in judging that lazy southern drawl--
No point in seeing North and South as different at all--
Cause in the middle core that drumbeat is always the same
That all people move to different beats is what they often claim
But truly wrong they are by having consistently misnamed
What lies at the heart simply a different perspective for each and every name.

Looking up at night I wonder, will I always feel this way?
Will tomorrow be the day when I finally get through and say,
That Hey, I dont think the world should live this way--
Subways, Wednesdays, Ice-Cream Sundaes, Toupees
I see in front of me at night, a beautiful walkway,
It guides to unfaltering light I could and would never outstay.
I rejoice in the fact that one day I will be able to say--

 Tomorrow brings hope, and tomorrow brings opportunity

I never see the emcee in the back where he plays fleshy and firmly
Its drafty in the front of the place, where I sit and think daily,
The women briskly walk in to daftly chat and think of what is dirty
They say the sleazy the flaky the druggies
But I see these fellow humans as if they were part of me.
And I truly believe acceptance of all is the only key
To a world of peace, love, honesty, prosperity, and equality.

But..

I could easily be just like that raspy, rattly old man,
Smugly perpetuating a soapy black hand
To wash my car, mow my yard, heal my wounds, erase my scars
Move that graveyard out of my backyard
It haunts me every day to know that these are my sins
And that once upon a time I had much thinner skin.
And sometimes I still hope for a self-indulgent win
Although I know the sweetened rules, I hate an evil grin.
If you only understood that all are rightly next of kin
The birthdays all one day and every thought and feeling within
Connected; the one heard beat originating in the lonely streets way back when.

The days they creep upon me and leave without a trace
Oftentimes there are things I wish I could erase
But at least I have the love of all mankind to share
Experiences I hold in my heart that will always be there
So share in love, share in wealth, and let go of warfare
Look for only the deepest love and purest companionship everywhere
Always prepare for the good in sight, and dont despair
The flights of life will hold you in the night and keep you from falling midair.

Dont hold to close, dont push too far, always keep those stars within your heart
Embrace all the power of beauty in word, music, and art
Eat all the laughter this life has to offer, dont watch it fall apart
And if the subject gets too hard it doesnt mean depart.

Let yourself embrace this earth and all it has to offer
Its often easy to let the normal feed on you like a cancer
And when youre feeling dead inside it means to stop the censor
Let your heart be your guide be eager always to gather
The best of information, so the rapist looks no further
Than your imagination to protect and let loose the thunder
Another way, another day, another hopeful story
Find a way and say its okay because that girls a martyr
And stoop to a level no lower than your father
Because this world will let him get no drunker
Than he wishes on himself, the klanner and the mobster
Feeding off the souls of men to gather together a murder
In the mirror when they look they do not see the monster
That nurses within the stolen wounds the nature had only to offer.

It would not kill to be nicer, a newer feeling of neighbors
Keep them close, dont let them go, dont bow out under pressure
The shimmer of translucent eyes, and of fairytale lies, they all shatter
Under the most common of favored alibis, haunting allies, find the truth of the matter.


Oh Betty, if you could only be plainer, he said as he looked in her eyes
It was very hard to accept the entanglement of ideals I decry
She thought of what she used to think in bed at night, in wonder
The sweltering sweet of taunting dreams with rain washing away the texture
And shed hope and pray that someday thered be a person there to watch her
To hate what she hated and love what she loved and be just like a sister
That day came once and evermore will she know the truth whats inside her
Her truest and dearest, most honest, modest, wisest, and choicest friend is no farther
Than the red blood love heart beating inside her.
And her eternal and complete connection to the world around her.

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i fucking hate my friends. period. [26 Feb 2004|11:38am]
[ mood | bitchy ]
[ music | silence...scary ]

this is my latest poem...some what angry.

Finally I'm just going to say,
"fuck it, I'm tired of twisting
my words to sound beautiful."
I've been writing about other peoples experiences
for TOO fucking long.

I almost cried today when I was double teamed.
By two of my FRIENDS.
that hasn't happened to me since
I moved from Cary.
I thought I'd been called fat for so long,
that I'd be used to it by now.
But those words stung, even as a joke.
I wouldn't wish it on anyone
because brinking, blinking back tears
in front of the people who tell me I can't FEEL...
Isn't a desirable situation.

WHY do I have to feel so fucked up
when it's really the last thing I want?
I just WANT to go out on the feild,
and throw myself at the ball on the hard ass ground.
I want more scrapes, I don't know why.
Is it like cutting? I don't want that.
How the hell do psychologists interpret those
kind of feelings?

Maybe I should just stop thinking...
It'll work out

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bored [25 Feb 2004|06:34pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]
[ music | Green Day-Geek Stink Breath ]

just got back from pracitce



pain.


oh well, i'm talking to michelle, always makes me happy...i must go, sorry i'm not putting up any poetry, to tired.

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BOOOOOGLES!! [24 Feb 2004|05:30pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]
[ music | Green Day-Redundant ]

more poems y'all....


"Ode to Anna"

This poem goes out to anyone who's ever lost a friend.

There are so many ways for us to go,
if someone will show us the door.
But that doesn't make leaving any easier
for those you've left behind.
Whether you wanted to die because
you were so wrapped up with others
that you never questioned your happiness,
or whether it was all by chance.

Fucking chance.

It still doesn't comfort me when I am reminded of you.
I'll go on to watch
old men grow older, wearing
colors of their countries to remind them
that they were THERE when the flag fell from that
FUCKING Iraqis' hands.
I'll go on to write about endless experiences
that wash over my skin and
sting the open wounds that scarred our relationship.
But now-right NOW-I'm here,
and I'm staying here unless by some
chance I'm swept away like, annoying dust
on the floor. But I can't
tell if-
If it's a good idea to improve every aspect of myself.
To challenge my mind to board the chaise of individuality
or to let it rot in the alleyways of our aging youth.
To let my body go to waste,
finding comfort in Big Mac boxes,
or to run every day, burning off the calories from the oil
in my To Fu.
Sometimes I don't want to choose
between losing you and choosing to lose,
training my mind to bend the spoon but
it's so much harder then I expected/
I want to cop out without you.
But you wouldn't like that...
You never did.



"Tomorrow"

I am an abomination.
So go tell it on a mountain.

While my sons and daughters open their eyes
on Sundays, the prepare for a day filled with
sports, toys, things that little kids like,
their friends, whose parents pass praise to my face
but in their private rooms say to their children,
"They're bad people.", get dressed for church.

While peoples hearts are lightened by promises
of something more, I am handed Hell on a silver platter.
Dear "God", I am sorry but I can't ask you for tomorrow
when I don't know what's to come today. But
someone once told me, and these words I hold dear.
"TOMORROW BRINGS HOPE, AND HOPE BRINGS OPPORTUNITY."

And while Mary, more beautiful then an angel,
and equally pure, denies something as simple as a first kiss,
I am shamelessly experimenting,
selling my body for Love and those I love.
And no one sees that tatoo of a 8 inch cross
on the back of that man on death row...
"Yes Jesus, I killed him because the bible said it was right."
Is that what Jesus wanted?
Did Jesus want presidents, bearing his symbol.
fighting wars for peace? Putting lives in jepoardy
when we were all okay to being with?
Was it Jesus's will to have obese citizens
driving around in their 40,000 dollar Mercedes,
binging on KFC,
with WWJD stickers on their bumpers?
Jesus would give away his car,
Fast for months while watching the hungry
devour his meal.

Practice what you preach.
Tote your bible with you but don't discourage me
because I don't do the same.
Don't hate my children,
this is the only life style they've ever known.
Don't hate my friends
who pray to Allah instead of your god.

God may not know what comes tomorrow but,
"TOMORROW BRINGS HOPE, AND HOPE BRINGS OPPORTUNITY."
These words I hold dear.

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latest [19 Feb 2004|05:44pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Green Day-Waiting ]

going to spend forever writing this and then off to take a nap, don't you all love me? PLEASE start commenting on these!!

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you parents who can't count to ten
with your hands tied behind your back, my friend.
No where to go, no where to begin
but the bullets whistling 'round
you and your kin.
"I swear, there's something charming in the sound" he said
your kids feel the same way,
though they know he's long dead.
But it's doubtful they even know who "he" is
to concerned with the sound of their fist,
to enticed with the phrase,
"Ignorance is bliss"
Where'd they go wrong?
What step did they skip?

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you horny old men
committing sickening sins.
Fucking young girls
wherever it's dim.
Safe in the dark, it's all right, it's all right,
'till the cops come 'round
and you run for your life,
ditch 'em in an alley way,
lose 'em 'round the block,
just keep on running,
you can't get caught

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
all you white sheet wearing,
racist men.
Burning crosses on lawns with the NRA
when you don't even listen to what they've go to say,
go on, just fuck 'em
they got in your way.
The bullets will be coming
for you soon enough
you reap what you sow
I don't care how tough your exterior
and if you see me as inferior
then by god, you'll feel ME in your interior.
I'll make you so sick as my words fly out
and when I speak, my razor will cut the roof of my mouth
and with every insult I shout,
I want another one of your tears
to drip, slowly down.

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again,
all you cheap sluts
on your knees again,
lying awake 'till morning
to leave him in bed
ignoring all the "I love you"'s
that he said.
All of the "Oh baby!"'s
you wish he'd held back
look on the bright side,
at least he ain't fat.
But what would your parents say,
a slut, and a whore.
Paid for SEX?
What are you doing this for?!

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
all you heavy metal rockers
pumping heroin.
Smoking it up
while the parents are gone,
getting hold of them needles
though you know that it's wrong.
Slamming chairs on head in back yards,
showing off to your friends
your sickening scars.
Is this cool to you?
All the pot and LSD
the Oxycontin and PCP?
Watch out my friend,
here comes the OD.

Duck down, duck down,
duck down again
none of us are perfect,
it's hard to understand.

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[17 Feb 2004|05:42pm]
[ mood | calm ]
[ music | The stuff in my head!! ]

Words of mine on a page
smell the rosemary and sage
the light on your skin, oh how it shines
but as to your offer, I'll politely decline.
I love you to much to hurt you
dearest Caroline.

I love your the light on your hair
above your eyes in which
I see your mind
staring back at me
making me run timidly
but I'm held back by these chains
binding you to me.
I don't want to let go
and I hate to cry
tell me what to do,
my Caroline.

'Cause I want to hold you close
and take all of you in
but I can't do it now,
I don't know where to begin.
Sometimes I'll scream your name
just to feel the pain
to know that I'm still alive.
I hate this fucking
self conflicted strife.

So tell me, Caroline,
am I alive?
I can still see you shine.

Oh Caroline, Caroline,
I love the way you shine,
come closer to me
Caroline.


what can i say, i suck at rhyming!!! hey, can you guys start like..posting comments on my poems? i really like hearing what you guys have to say!! of course, i'm not making you do anything, hah, but just a favor!

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michelle-o [16 Feb 2004|10:15pm]
[ mood | dirty ]
[ music | Po Lazarus ]

i just wanted to say that i love michelle and she's the coolest person in the world and tomorrow we're going to san fransisco to get married!!




































I LOVE YOU MICHELLE!! :-* :-D

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here comes the thnikkaman! [15 Feb 2004|01:36pm]
[ mood | flirty ]
[ music | April March-Chick Habit ]

i just wrote the fucking poems and then it deleted them 'cause this is a peice of shit...here they are AGAIN!

Love,
ironically a four letter word
yet, such a big influence in our lives
that we made a whole holiday just
for love.
But on any day,
I'd stay in bed with you,
holding you close to me
with
your head on my chest,
moving with my breaths
I'd do anything for that moment when after months
one of us finally said,
'I love you'.

Love,
it has the power to keep
millions of people on edge,
the power to break hearts in half
and dump them in bars until the
'LAST CALL' sounds through the walls.
It has the power to stop me
from listening to you
and just kiss you because
I'm weak and I need more of you.

Love,
it has the ability to start wars
stop fights
to make the parents wait up tonight.
To give 13 year olds a reason to say
'I love you'
to give 13 year olds reason to hate their parents
To give 13 year olds heart break
after they lose someone they think they love.

But you're out there, away
from me, and I'll find you.
And I'll love you.

mrs.barnes made me write that peice of shit for v-day...next up is about babysitting...


Mothers of young children
are the most beautiful things
I could ever hope to see.
But I can see the pain
inside of their hearts
as they hold their children close before
they drive away.
And I wonder how they keep back tears
when I have trouble holding them behind my own eyes.

Mothers of young children
are the most beautiful things
I could ever hope to see.
Whispering comfortiong thoughts
to their children.
'I love you so much'
then turning to me with sad eyes
and enlarged bellies,
'Any other questions?' and smiling...
How much does it hurt you
to leave him here?
Don't lie for your ego,
I can see your torn heart reflected in your eyes.

All of you mothers of young children
are the most beautiful things
I could ever hope to see.
Because I know that while
you're out with you friends,
'escaping the life of a mother'
your mind is set
on walking up those stairs
and placing your thin hands on his head
and closing your eyes
as you listen to the remarkable softness of his breaths
and imagining his future.
Duke, Yale?
Star of the soccer team,
top of his class?
I wish you luck
in your quest to give him everything you can.
Because you've worked to hard
to sit back and watch him fail.
How dissapointing could that be?

Mothers of young children
are the most beautiful things
I could ever hope to see.
Look at all of your sacrifices,
a hero in my eyes, although,
my purpose is just to give you
that...
freedom.
More like to give me the chance to view
genuine love
at its best.

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please don't say i love you [12 Feb 2004|09:04pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]
[ music | Jewel-Adrian ]

not much going on, i've been very happy lately :-)!! i'm just using this entry to put a couple of recent poems up, enjoy fuck wads...


this first one is untitled about a girl in my art class who is pregnant..she is actually happy about it, i think, even though she is only 15..wait a minute...that's old to still be in 8th grade! any way, here it goes... it's from her perspective but it's how i would feel if i were pregnant..

I can feel your dirty nails
penetrating my skin
leaking blood onto dirty, cheap sheets.
I can feel your pleasure throbbing inside of me,
penetrating my used body.
Is this what you wanted?

Did you want a child
did you expect this from me, so young?
Well I hope you're happy now,
this is your child
growing inside of me.
For 9 months I'll wait while you decide
if you're going to run from this.

Do I look pregnant?

the next one is fairly self explanitory, also untitled, read and figure it out...

I will not be tempted by unclean thoughts.
I will not give into the wrong ways of living.
I will live by your guidence,
I'll be normal, I swear.
I can only beg that you'll see past my
disgusting ways of love.

You were right when you called me a sick fag.
When you kicked my teeth
all the way down into my stomach.
You made the right choice to slam me against a brick wall
and whip your dick out and fuck me
Right...there.

But you were wrong when you said
I couldn't love her, and she shouldn't love me.
You were nothing but wrong.
Just overwhelmed by the fact that
what you called your own didn't want the title anymore.
I think you were wrong when you beat
me half to death, begging for breath
so you could step
over my broken body and try to kiss her.
And I smile every time I replay your face in my head when she
pushed you away and came to me.

I will not give into your lifestyle
that you adore when I'm happy with the way I am.
I will not let you intimidate me.
I will not cry over festering wounds
left on my body for days as they heal
as I run from you.
Because I'm so much more
then just some sick fag.


i think that's all I want to write here for now, i might put up some of my older ones later, if you're reading "thanks" for all your wonderful support! haha.....nerds

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To The Crack House [10 Feb 2004|07:51pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Glass Vase Cello Case-Tattle Tale ]

The ice tinkles into the bottom of the glass.
“Baby, run to the store and pick me up…”
He pauses to breathe,
His lungs seem so small now a days.
“Some more scotch.”
She’s so afraid to tell him the truth,
“Baby…we ain’t got no money”
She says timidly.
Enraged, he screams
“GOD DAMN…GOD DAMNED WOMAN…GET ME A…”
Breathe
“Bottle…of scotch.”
So she drives to the slums
And she cries while she fucks
A total stranger
Goes to the store,
Comes home and finds him and his bong
Passed out on the floor

The next day he tries to make up for it,
“Baby, I’m sorry…thank you.”
He says sweetly
And she melts back into his arms again.
His arms are scarred with track marks
From needles.
His nostrils are bloody from too much powder.
And his lungs are black from cigarettes.
“Daddy…”
He whispers while he’s passed out from his
Quick way up, and fast way out.
“Daddy...why’d you have to go on and do that?”
He says as he finds a vein that hasn’t been used.
And at night when she comes in their room
With a see through blouse and rose scented perfume
He pushes her away.
“I need…a virgin.”
And he goes and he’s gone
Leaving her, all on her own
Driving to the crack house.

Driving to the crack house
Walking inside the crack house
And pinning a 7 year old boy down
And taking that…
“Thing”
Away from him.


“Give this to Cecilia.”
He tells him handing him a
20 dollar bill.
The boy doesn’t speak English but
He takes the money and leaves him,
There, there, in the corner
Hands over his head
Voices echoing in his brain
“You sick perverted fag,
Why’d you cry when you came?”

Driving to his old house,
Walking through the door
To find her and his gun
Dead. On the floor

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