tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10676668131560165762024-03-21T13:51:14.290-04:00Down the Rabbit HoleI have no idea what I'm talking about. If you can tell me what it means, I'll give ya a cookie & a gold star.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-86645013878313286262013-07-31T03:53:00.000-04:002013-07-31T03:53:34.287-04:00so much has changed. yet so much.....seems ever the same. <br />
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patterns.</div>
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i keep repeating the same patterns.</div>
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i am better in some ways.</div>
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less so in others.</div>
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i made room in my head for him without realizing it. </div>
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then one morning i woke to tears after finding i had also done this to my heart.</div>
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<br />i carved a space.</div>
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<i>now i'm just empty</i></div>
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the one person whose brain i just can't seem to figure out.</div>
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the one person who won't talk to me.</div>
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won't tell me anything.</div>
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i don't know if you're up or down</div>
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if you think of me,or if i'm utterly uninteresting to you anymore</div>
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i'd ask, but given these past few weeks i can't legitimately assume i would get a response.</div>
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<br />so i sit and wonder. constantly. what did i do? what didn't i do? was it something i said? did you figure out i'm probably more trouble than i'm worth? </div>
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all because of you and your stupid fucking smile. when done honestly and freely it's completely captivating. my heart skips about 12 beats. your crazy stories that, if told by anyone else i would hate and think ridiculous. except because it's you, and i think the sun shines out of your ass, i find them wholly entertaining. your geekiness, which you may think to be a downfall, only suffices to make you more intriguing. you just.....have a way about you</div>
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break every bone in your face - fell.</div>
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WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-11300185176350731382011-07-04T04:59:00.000-04:002011-07-04T04:59:33.486-04:00well I guess I'm feeling wordy....is it bad that I get a sick satisfaction from these little red lines adorning my arm?<br />
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is it bad that I see them and all I want to do is make them multiply?<br />
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they criss-cross and overlap in labyrinthine patterns over skin that used to be the color of cream. now it's just the color of rage. anger.<br />
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a fury that begs to be unleashed and stain the world crimson.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> but at the same time wishes to remain hidden.</div><div style="text-align: center;">contradiction rules my kingdom.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i wear no crown.</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-60871489959807740912011-07-04T02:14:00.000-04:002011-07-04T02:14:08.547-04:00time has passedthings were better and now they are exponentially worse.<br />
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I'm not sure how to feel about this.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I feel like I'm drowning.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">ottoke? </span> </div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-63679171208023518832010-09-24T05:03:00.001-04:002010-09-24T05:04:42.790-04:00So how do I do normal?<i>I'm a slow motion accident - lost in coffee rings, and finger prints.</i><br />
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I'm still trying to figure it out.....but in the meantime I do what I can to not think about it.<br />
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Things like this:<br />
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I know it's wrong. And it's not healthy - but it's distracting enough.<br />
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I try to avoid it - but sometimes I can't stop myself. The cuts get deeper every time and I worry that I might go too far.<br />
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But when I can breathe again it's ok. and it doesn't hurt that bad.....at least nothing compared to the inside.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-53533519968723358322010-07-11T05:31:00.000-04:002010-07-11T05:31:28.188-04:00honesty...or something like it...I finally told someone. A co-worker. A confidant. A close friend. <br />
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happened b/c I was very drunk and let my mouth run away at will...but I don't regret it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">I don't think....</div><br />
...not sure how I feel about it. mostly b/c I'm still drunk and I really don't give a shit about anything but sleep ATM.<br />
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sleep or puke. that's where my priorities lie currently....I think I'll go w/sleep. the latter is just entirely unappealing.<br />
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dizzy<br />
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pulse pounding in my ears; heavy w/alcohol and exhaustion.<br />
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breaths slow and jagged....but it's not so bad.<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the blade holds no pull for me tonight; for the first time in a long time.</span></div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-24158161306559051392010-07-07T02:02:00.000-04:002010-07-07T02:02:37.920-04:00Erring on the side of tragic...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Steady diet of oxycodone, nicotine, alcohol, and caffeine. Everything is fucked up.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But I make it look calm. Easy. Perfect. Serene </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">façade</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You stopped looking for the cracks. Fairly ironic; seeing as how I was so close to letting you know they do, in fact, exist.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Another pill. Another Drink. Smoke something. Drink some more. The thought of whether or not this will be my last doesn't really cross my mind.</span></span><br />
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take percocets at the same time.<br />
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give a fuck about it - but I do.<br />
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keep playing into the charade - but I am.<br />
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still be awake; alive, but hey- miracles happen.<br />
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pick that blade up anymore, but my hand feels empty without it.<br />
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be surprised; I made it so.<br />
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****<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">useless</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-66904340950199779782010-05-05T02:40:00.000-04:002010-05-05T02:40:06.405-04:00all downhill from herein truth I never expected you stay around forever....I think I always knew.<br />
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I just never imagined I'd feel so empty when you did go.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">and now I've gone and done a stupid thing.</div><div style="text-align: right;">but I felt better.</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">and they say the first cut is the deepest but they're wrong, it's usually too shallow- you don't know what the fuck you're doing. Now the second cut.....that's the one to watch out for. That's when you get it right.</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-77203822391378160852010-04-24T00:29:00.002-04:002010-07-07T02:04:59.808-04:00as if any of it meant somethingalcohol no longer burns in my throat. in fact I'm so accustomed to the feel, it may as well be water. But water doesn't have the components I require to survive. It doesn't aid in blurring the edges of things you don't want to focus on. And as of late there is much that has been drawn too sharply into the light - I just want it to go away.<br />
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If I thought I didn't sleep much before, well that was nothing compared to now. Not that anyone could tell. magic's in the make-up, as they say. besides that I'm pretty epic at only allowing people to see what I want them to. But we've gotten off topic. sleep. it's hard to find....but I've discovered that it helps if you try looking in the bottom of a liquor bottle and a handful of pills. Dangerous? nah, got a good tolerance going. <br />
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and every night, as I sink deeper, I try to figure out why I am so fucked up about all of it? Why do I care? Oh yeah....you'll have that when you let people in. And those bastards are the worst; the ones that make you care. they sneak in quietly - fucking emotional ninjas. <br />
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But after the satisfying twist of a second bottle cap, that becomes background noise. annoying, and it pulls at you sometimes - but for the most part you can shrug it off. <br />
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and in the times you can't, well....you find something that will. some nights are spent laying in bed with that shiny relief in hand. you're obsessed with it, staring at the edges; knowing if you could just man up and do it, you'd feel so much better. but you bitch out. fumble around until you find a pharmaceutical that works. <br />
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but eventually.....that won't work. eventually the night will be too long and undoubtedly too much to handle. that's when the courage will come forth. all it will take is one time. then you'll need it, just like you need everything else. <br />
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I look at all of this, and it makes me sick. but that, like all the rest, I ignore. all of it lost.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-79670497509546682412010-04-15T02:23:00.001-04:002010-04-15T02:35:38.234-04:00Looking back is easy, remember that it's just the past...that's the hard part.I guess time really does change a lot of things. Hell, it changes everything. How things look, how things feel, who we are, and who we are becoming. It is only when you take the briefest of moments to look back, do you notice the stark contrast of then and now. Time is not a friend, nor is it an enemy- time just <i>is</i>. Ever present from your intake of breath, to the death of seasons.<br />
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Living in the past, it doesn't really make much sense. Nothing is the same as it was a minute ago, an hour ago, a year ago. Life isn't the same, the world isn't the same, and you sure as hell aren't the same; try as you might to never change.<br />
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Things that you thought were important fall by the wayside when it's 2 am, and you're sitting in the bath room; typing out pieces of your soul into the ether. Somethings come into focus sharply; sticking you like a needle forgotten in a garment you're wearing. Others fade into shadow; like the moon cast behind clouds on a cool Fall night.<br />
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Or maybe all you're left with is questions and fears. Things that gnaw at you; tear at you from your internal purgatory. The things that drive you. Things that make you grateful for the passage of time, because every minute that passes is minute further from this. Another minute, another lifetime. <br />
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Suddenly time<i> itself</i> is changed. Transmogrified into a bright, shiny penny found heads-up on the pavement. New and full of promise.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-84292972996087856162010-03-21T21:49:00.000-04:002010-03-21T21:49:01.373-04:00that's when things get interesting...imported beers, the sudden realization of the enormity of your own boobs, and "he ate my heart, then he ate my brain".<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">I reckon that's normal.</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-70715695405245876072010-03-11T02:06:00.002-05:002010-03-23T07:58:19.188-04:00smoke and mirrors aren't what they used to be...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Every night is another lie in your eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Is there a meaning in the makeup?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Is there a meaning in the makeup?</span></span></div></span>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-47154146242684080322010-02-20T03:54:00.000-05:002010-02-20T03:54:27.107-05:00fault lineif things made sense, that'd be too easy wouldn't it? because it would all make sense. <br />
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I think sometimes things need to be picked up and put somewhere else for you to really see them for what they are. <br />
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<i>truth is my sanctuary</i> <br />
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for the record, I'm not fucking stupid. WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-57315860618261808182010-02-11T15:29:00.000-05:002010-02-11T15:29:47.428-05:00conundrum, thy name is "friend".I have learned that when you're questioning something, whether it is or isn't this or that, it usually is. The fact that it gives you pause enough to question it, is telling. And not in a good way. <br />
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So do you pretend that you don't know what you do know, and swallow the lies? or do you confront it all knowing everyone will bleed, and very little will be salvageable?<br />
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or do you lie in wait, hoping they will come clean? <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">options suck.</span>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-45068812268986200652010-02-05T00:03:00.000-05:002010-02-05T00:03:59.738-05:00Outstretched Hands: Resuscitation of LifeOddly reminiscent of time long past. <br />
<br />
Warm breezes through open windows. Chewing tentatively on the cord to my headphones; lips flushed. Black Rebel Motorcycle Club flowing softly in one ear, while the nightly news floats into the other; meeting in the middle with a rather pleasant overlap. Soothing. The clinking of ice cubes in a glass; taste of sweet tea lingering on my tongue.<br />
<br />
flash forward<br />
<br />
Crackling fireplace; faint snowflakes being stirred in the little gusts of wind. A much loved friend rests her head in my lap, eyes fixed on the TV. Hands running through thick, curly hair giving comfort; while a bare foot is nuzzled under the warm belly of a snoring St. Bernard. Random breaks in time being asked questions I have no answers to, but say them anyway. <br />
<br />
<br />
The feeling is the same. Home. Contentment. No judgments, just love.<br />
<br />
Don't waste time wishing it was forever, just enjoy it while it's here. Snuggle closer, get high off the quiet. Spout off random philosophy, and dreams of the future. Nothing much is actually said, but nothing goes unspoken. Don't think about how your heart will break when you have to go. Don't, don't......just breathe.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-91055666397797740532010-02-01T00:16:00.000-05:002010-02-01T00:16:45.774-05:00varied realitiesI am unsure about what motivates me currently. I know in large part it is the overwhelming desire to move beyond where I am now. At the beginning it was more a means to an end. But now...for some ungodly reason I've commissioned upon myself this personal challenge of sorts. See exactly how much I'm capable of. See how far I can push myself. Is there a breaking point? I'd like to find out. So far, by the grace of the divine, it has worked in my favor; with no real ill effect. (other than the even more massive consumption of caffeine and occasionally nicotine.) Ok, and maybe a few other bad habits...but we'll let those lie quietly in the shadows. I am not even sure I'm typing what I think I am; am I even awake? It feels as though the world as seen through my eyes, and then transmuted through my fingers to the screen, is often a surreal state. <br />
<br />
I feel as though perhaps I am talking circles around myself. I can't seem to form cohesive thoughts in my present state...WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-16884855719388652302010-01-23T00:34:00.000-05:002010-01-23T00:34:03.835-05:00the appearance of calmanything but, under the surface.<br />
<br />
keep pushing, break even further, ignore the pain. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">it's dark times, but I'll be my own fucking light.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">and I <b>won't</b> be using it to shed light on the shadows <i>you</i> lie in. <br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-53548093086421092762010-01-21T22:27:00.000-05:002010-01-21T22:27:26.564-05:00only as good as the culmanative effects it would havepercocet and vodka make such a lovely combination...<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b>someone else says it better</b><br />
</div><br />
<br />
***<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;">I'm so tired of staring at the wall<br />
But I know I got to put you down<br />
And I keep trying to make sense of it all<br />
But I can't keep going around and around</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And your words float like dandelions every other way<br />
I can't keep listening to what you say<br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">'Cause I've heard it all before<br />
I've heard it all before<br />
And I take everything I can<br />
And I'll throw it out the door</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">And it's too late for wanting<br />
The best thing for me now, so walk by<br />
And you can't keep saying the same thing to me now<br />
So walk by<br />
<br />
Everything has a reason for it<br />
Everyone has a story to tell<br />
Everything has a reason for it<br />
Everyone has a story don't they?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Running out of space, I can't see your face<br />
I've forgotten how you used to be<br />
Saying that you love me, that you're thinking of me<br />
Taking my identity</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">and you can't say that you see me<br />
if you don't know who i am<br />
you can't see that you need me<br />
and neither one of us can be found<br />
if neither one of us can be found</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">And I try so had not to notice<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I try so hard not to care</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">I try so hard not to show this side of me</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">***</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">makes more sense than anything has in a long time.</span></span></span><br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-86136832579321008102010-01-21T01:42:00.000-05:002010-01-21T01:42:35.191-05:00justification without rationalizationsteps down a path that you know you shouldn't stray to. actions taken resulting in what could only be described as tragically fucked up habits. fine. fine. I know what I'm doing. right?<br />
<br />
put oceans between yourself and what grounds you; what keeps you sane. replace them with vices. it feels wrong. add more and more until you can't feel. then you've done it right.<br />
<br />
<br />
I am hurting you, I know. it's selfish. but still, I block your avenues to me. you reach, I pull away. you call to me, I turn a deaf ear. you question, and I give silence. but for whose benefit? <br />
<br />
I am missed, you say. well, I miss myself too. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
in truth, it fucked me up; but I am fucking myself over daily. I wouldn't dare let you see me now, you wouldn't recognize me.<i> I don't recognize me. </i>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-65249047084499877862010-01-18T12:12:00.001-05:002010-01-18T12:12:57.319-05:00Défiervelvet and cotton dreams, mused about in the faded morning. a decision is made. <br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I have earned the right to my silent reservations.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">in this I am resolute.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">at the end, where I am and where you are will <i>never</i> be the same.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I tire of the subterfuge inherent in my temperament <br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">but it keeps a distance that I require; to survive<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">things seem grayer when the sunlight fades<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">but nothing is ever as bright as it truly seems when saturated in brilliance<br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-35844045314088329812010-01-14T02:47:00.000-05:002010-01-14T02:47:21.400-05:00striking a balancebuildings bathed in the angry hues of the dying sun. emotions flushed to the surface then quickly drowned once more. like a many faceted gem, different sides revealed to me in the glimmering light. I guess it's all for the seeing, so long as you remember to look.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-25122158651988756622010-01-13T13:33:00.001-05:002010-01-13T13:34:26.325-05:00Outstretched Hands: Realities aren't what they used to be...Sunlight, reflected off hardwood, stabs into my eyes. Pull the sheets. Blot it out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Too late</span>. I feel the lonesome tug of longing for the days when the sunlight meant something. When it isn't just a brilliant, shiny lie. One used to gloss over the reality of our frozen wasteland. Hibernating souls. But not mine.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
No. My warring sides give me no rest. The one welcomes it. Happy the world reflects her sorrow. Cold. Desolate. Unforgiving. Pleased to share the suffering. Sick. Twisted. Joyous.<br />
<br />
The other rages silently. Blinking back tears, refusing to acknowledge the muzzle on her mouth. Pleading eyes at the distant sun, and at a land thousands of miles away. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> I miss you.</span> Holding onto the remnants of tinkling laughter, a warm breeze through the air, and love. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The latter's thoughts shattered by the cruel backhand of reality from the former. -That's not your life, and it never was. You only got to borrow it for a bit. <b><i>This</i></b> is where we are now. Get the fuck used to it.-<br />
<br />
Muffled sobs.<br />
<br />
-Let go the romanticized visions of what we lost. Today we carry each other.-<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">cold embraces, halves to wholes, resigned but solid. <br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-36549428009659299802009-12-30T11:52:00.000-05:002009-12-30T11:52:09.002-05:00deafmuteI don't want to hear what you have to say<br />
I don't want to speak<br />
<br />
words mean nothing<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I don't care if it hurts<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">you or me<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I just want silence<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">keep your opinions<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">I didn't ask for them<br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><b>I never will</b><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I feel a disconnect coming again<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">cut the wires<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">turn off the phone<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">leave it all behind<br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">view the unseen<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">watch it all burn, fade, fall away<br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-81639785113869449502009-12-28T18:59:00.004-05:002009-12-30T00:19:28.127-05:00Outstretched Hands : Sorrow of 1,000 winters<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">As winter fell down London town,<br />
I feel the walls closing in<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black;">The silver sky is turning us, to stone, </span></span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">We hide beneath the ground,<br />
Feeling </span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: black;">so broken</span></span></i><span style="background-color: black;"> and,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Cannot tell the day and night, </span></span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Apart.<br />
<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Well I think,<br />
</span> <b><span style="background-color: black;">But I'm not sure</span></b><span style="background-color: black;">,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">I don't know how, It is, we came to be here<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Doesn't it seem strange?</span></span><br />
</div><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: black;">I mean, could it be it's not really happening now.</span><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
And the animal,<br />
</span> <b><span style="background-color: black;">Is always in your heart</span></b><span style="background-color: black;">,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">And the animal,<br />
Will forever be waiting where you are.<br />
<br />
Breathe in the air for me,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span style="background-color: black;">You tell me what it feels like</span></i><span style="background-color: black;">, </span><i><span style="background-color: black;">To be</span></i><span style="background-color: black;">, </span><i><b><span style="background-color: black;">free</span></b></i><span style="background-color: black;">,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">But your innocent experience,<br />
Can lead you astray sometimes.<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">And passion</span><i><span style="background-color: black;"> isn't always</span></i><span style="background-color: black;"> the key</span></span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">So you dig in and I hold out,<br />
And </span><i><span style="background-color: black;">don't let go for nothing</span></i><span style="background-color: black;">,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: black;">Didn't you see me fall?</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="background-color: black;"> </span></span></span><br />
</div><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: black;">...Unless it's not really happening at all.</span><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
Angel,<br />
And the animal,<br />
</span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="background-color: black;">Will always be in your heart</span></span><span style="background-color: black;">,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;">Angel,<br />
And the animal,<br />
Forever will be where you are,<br />
<br />
</span> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="background-color: black;"><br />
</span> </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: black;">Not the one you think you are</span></span></i><br />
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As winter left off London town,<br />
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So I, turn around and breathe you in,<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: black;">Yoav - Angel and the Animal</span></span></span><br />
</div>WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067666813156016576.post-65189423270416560812009-12-20T23:52:00.000-05:002009-12-20T23:52:36.104-05:00you don't get curtain calls hereMorrissey fills the room, not that I need it. nothing's quiet in my head. staring at the ceiling through lenses not my own, but I see the same. I wonder what the paint will look like in 5 years. 10. 30. Will it still be here? Will I? Facing mortality, whether it be your own or a close friends, is an experience like none other. You've never felt more dead or more alive. Broken, but stronger than ever. Weak and scared shitless, but ready to fight harder than you imagined you were able. <br />
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we cling to one another. share our burdens with each other when the load becomes too heavy. This is how we make it. this is how we live. we cannot do it alone. and sometimes, reminding ourselves of that is enough to get us through. take us up and over, where we all fly free and fearless.WRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06863731013964011342noreply@blogger.com1