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(no subject) [Aug. 27th, 2007|05:06 pm]
Between drawing in lieu of writing, forgetting to put drunken scribblings in this journal, and forgetting the password, there has been a drastic passing of time between entries.

Since I have two more weeks left of summer break I'll go through the paper words and add them here.

So. I'm back.
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2005|11:48 am]
browsing photos from the salvation i missed,
and i am shocked by sudden black and white.
it would prove my brain right
for him to return
the night i chose exile.
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random bullshit.... [Aug. 23rd, 2005|05:01 am]
as i sit among the crowd
i make my stories without a sound
though the world's pestilence
passes through leaving tears and rents
the life i seek lays below the waves
so i'll dive down from which i came.
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in light of recent decisions [May. 17th, 2005|12:56 am]
two path divide into a wood
and i
i have run into the trees at full speed
never wavering even as the trunks pass by inches away
as the thorns scrape my skin
and the leaves whipsnap my face
i need to get lost in this wood
i need to find my own path
i need to feel alone
loss of solace
i need to have the guide light fade at my back
because i know there is more out there
there is more to this forest
than the secure dirt path i rambled on
i will emerge when i feel the pull
till then
consider me a passing spirit
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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2005|01:52 am]
i want to be a part of you.
i will never understand this urge,
and you will never know.

it is better left as this.
something unspoken,
something left in the recess of our minds.
something you ignore callously
and i ignore foolishly.
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the hell i know [Apr. 12th, 2005|05:07 pm]
between these walls i've hidden my sanity
this cold concrete floor has sucked dry my soul
these scorching florescent lights burn through my heart
yet here i am
back for more.
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040305 [Apr. 9th, 2005|03:31 am]
a gathering of warriors
it's not sword and sheild and spear they yeild,
words and looks and minds and wills
be the weapons they choose.
the new stand guard
to watch the backs of the ancients
the walls record all
for any sign of trecherous emotion.

a world full of fools
the only thing missing
is you.
sights and sounds cant make this real
they only stand to remind i've lost
how to feel.

through the looking glass
is another world, perfect complete
without class
everything fits into this world
the wronged the right...
lost rythm beat and words...totally incomplete...maybe i'll come back to it.

i'd rather watch the show upstairs
than have this cock strut before me
on this floor

there's fresh meat in the feild tonight
the stars are hiding
the moon half starved
a feast must be in the works
set your plate
my dear
wipe your mouth
my slob
take your time stuffing
my pig
this feat has just begun.

pleading for love, returned love
one is left with silence
though the constant roar
of the outside world
drowns out the heart
you are left with silence

stealing fluid from others,
those im sure have theft before
i drink in their lives
the past
their personalities
and it fulfills
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040105 [Apr. 2nd, 2005|03:57 am]
i view the world
from the backseat
of this two door coup
through this heavy exhaust cloud
and the world rushes by
without hesitation.
it tells me to do the same
act with courage
hesitate not.
put your foot to the road
and go
and never forget
that the view is much more
than just what you see.
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033005 [Apr. 2nd, 2005|03:42 am]
your scent is of the autumn wind
fresh with crumpled leaves and soil.
your hair is of the dying leaves
those still flowing in the wind on branch.
your eyes of thunderstorms
clouds roll in with a change of emotion.
your smile the sudden lightning
that only this season knows.
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words that flowed forth 032705 [Mar. 28th, 2005|08:16 pm]
i wrote much this evening while intoxicated by the sights sounds and tastes of nv. i believe it was eight pages of rambles this time. let us see if the rambles hold any worth.

This is to begin my Sunday night drunken ramblings. If I happen to want seperation from fiction and fact, then the above entry matter not to my journal and what it leaves could end where the other page does.
Now, for more alcohol and to perhaps leave this blacklight. It turns the pages into their own lumminated lights.

A cut to save face space....the words are just under, bleeding through.Collapse )
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