| gone club essential |
[10 Jan 2005|09:38pm] |
jam, slam
umph off that blah
chuck your jingle-beep-ring
join the wham-scream-sing
mush with the dirty scoff
squeaky sneaks scuffed up
use that click-flash-snap
for the strum beat dancers
not your giggle squeal trend
can't have that spike-tight-pink
in the rock fan scene
gets in the way of the beat-thump-move
it's not about you.
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| speculation |
[16 Sep 2004|08:49pm] |
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 listless |
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frou frou + let go |
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your love caught me like a spiderweb
strung, invisible, across my path.
i overlooked the glittering intricacies
until, held fast, i searched for the source
of that wonderful, sticky, tickling sensation
that i just can't seem to brush off.
only after my surprise
at the unexpected interruption
of a dull walk with life
did i marvel at your presence.
you forced me to stop and examine
the beauty of
simplicity
and complexity
and shimmering strands
of a love that won't break,
but grows stronger with each
thread,
memory,
embrace
we're sharing in this sunkissed dream.
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| going away to college |
[01 Sep 2004|12:09am] |
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longing |
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RILO KILEY|science vs. romance |
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By the time we're done saying our goodbyes,
I'm hoping we'll have met up again.
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| this is outlining tonight |
[15 May 2004|05:04pm] |
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music |
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THE PROMISE RING|emergency! emergency! |
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let's lay together in the soft dark
your voice near my ear
and whisper a thousand delicious dreams
to protect this innocent sleep
we'll curl up in that moment
with your cheek beside my hair
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| the product of playing with magnetic poetry... |
[09 Apr 2004|12:10pm] |
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mood |
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music |
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gorillaz|clint eastwood |
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please run boy
join the moon
life can come hard
so fly through the blue sky
beam me a gentle smile
and drop a kiss like dew
this world wasnt meant for a child
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| looking back is my happy suicide |
[18 Mar 2004|07:24pm] |
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mood |
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optimistic |
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music |
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YELLOWCARD|cigarette |
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still night
muffled memories play in the background
spinning round and round
on the turntable
in my head
and the tears fall
but these words are written in blood
on hardwood floors
because i wasted all that pen and paper
on letters to a phantom
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[05 Feb 2004|08:50pm] |
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mood |
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 groggy |
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music |
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THE DARKNESS|get your hands off of my woman |
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...clear off some counterspace
pour out my heart
stir me up
need knead me
watch me rise
punch me down
heat me up
cut me apart
digest these words...
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| to the cheater goes the spoils |
[20 Jan 2004|10:10pm] |
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mood |
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 drained |
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music |
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PEDRO THE LION|i am always the one who calls |
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and just when you think you've made perfect
your quaint kingdom on suburbia hill,
i'll be hiding behind your white picket fence
with my sinister smile and allure.
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| reassuring i guess |
[19 Dec 2003|09:33pm] |
You are "When the Curious Girl Realizes She is
Under Glass". You like thoughts of being
with loved ones and being devoted. You tend to
be selfish, but in an artistic way, or at least
you claim it is for art. Oh yeah, and pills are
very good friends of yours. (or they should
be.)
Which BRIGHT EYES song are you?
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[13 Dec 2003|09:47pm] |
he wasn't worth a double take
he was one of those
that deserves a good long stare
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[24 Nov 2003|10:09pm] |
and when he picked his head up off my shoulder
his tearmark had formed a perfect heart
... and i knew it was love
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[25 Oct 2003|07:51pm] |
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i miss him
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| drowning |
[18 Oct 2003|02:35am] |
i HATE it when he makes me cry
he knows my weak spots all to well
where to pour the salt into those never healing wounds
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[05 Oct 2003|12:55pm] |
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mood |
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you planted me a rose garden
but i am a silly girl
and asked
why you didnt buy me daisies
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| Phantoms from the Past |
[29 Sep 2003|10:06pm] |
http://members.cox.net/abbyheartstears/streetlight.jpg
slapslapslap
bare feet on asphalt
slapslapslap
like a screaming leather strip on soft flesh
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each pounding connection to gritty pavement
slapslapslap
pulsating through my body
slapslapslap
till it tingles at my fingertips
slapslapslap
forceful contact of feet on gravel
slapslapslap
embeds another stone one layer deeper into my heel
slapslapslap
streetlights burn out as i meet them
slapslapslap
each step greets a blacker darkness
slapslapslap
the night where my ghosts dwell
slapslapslap
chasing me down an endless road
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| blurty looks lonely |
[25 Sep 2003|11:49pm] |
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mood |
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 sleepy |
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music |
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crickets |
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You're Most Like The Season Autumn ...
You're warm, and the most approachable. You have
that gentle prescence about you. People can
relate to you, and find you easy company.
However it's likely you've been hurt in the
past and it has left you scarred so things can
become rather chilly with you at times. Being
the third Season in, you're mature, trustworthy
and loyal to your friends but prone to
depression and negative thinking.
Well done... You're the shy and sensitive season :)
?? Which Season Are You ??
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| i miss you... i miss you so... |
[21 Sep 2003|01:02am] |
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only you can bring tears to my eyes across cable lines
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| john told me to post this poem |
[20 Sep 2003|11:34pm] |
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mood |
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Bright Eyes (on vinyl *dies*) |
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from sometime last october
What’s the use of words
When all they do is fail me?
Silence fills this gorge between us
The space created by my faulty words.
How is it you know my thoughts?
But the sounds I utter
Fall dumbly on your deaf ears.
Your tear-stained sighs tell me all I need.
How do I untangle your knots
When I’m already bound by my own?
The distance muffles my message
The static distorts
My tenderly chosen words
Into harsh threats.
I know not what I say.
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| I just thought it up today... it doesn't mean anything |
[19 Sep 2003|11:56am] |
this joy is passing present tense
and moving on towards emptiness
someday soon i'll be at home
my hole of discontent
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| stuck in my head |
[16 Sep 2003|04:21pm] |
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mood |
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cheerful |
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music |
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Billy Joel|Piano Man |
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"And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinkin' alone"
billy joel has got to be the greatest musician. i love his music a lot. listened to it on the way to school this morning. and these lines just... ah. i love them. geez.
i think i shall not update this as much anymore... i have a livejournal now www.livejournal.com/~leave_me_die
you should check it.
peace.
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