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I am on my way out of here in less than five months. I am taking all of this with me. Not like any of it will fit. I have to start thinking "realistically." There is already too much capacity in my life now to even begin to fill up new space but, I guess I could use it. Space seems to be where I am headed these days, well, not literally. And all we talk about is the rest of our lives like we are some sort of superlative people. We always remember they will be there tomorrow because we are so hopeful, so hurried, wandering through the streets in search of someone worth waking up to every morning.
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what if i want to levitate on my way out just to understand how gravity controls my feet?
what if i want to balance the end of the universe on the tip of my tongue just to taste control, just to feel a little less subordinated?
what if i want to spin into the wrong turn so i could come out with the knowledge of what is right versus what is wrong?
and what if i come with the same hopes as i always do and keep running until i find something worth stopping for?
i just want to know what i want
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pitter patter
live alive inside palms
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"history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us, not even once"
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[31 Oct 2006|11:16pm] |
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nothing isn't nothing, nothing's something that's important to me. that's right.
and everyone's a little nothing, that's ok, that's how it should be.
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at this time tomorrow you won't know what you were thinking at this time today
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i have this habit
happy hallowe'en
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[23 Oct 2006|11:58pm] |
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UNCONCIOUS
And as we watched eachother quicky inhale, and slowly exhale it was one of
those quiet self-moments, yet I was turned face toward you. I doubt you had
an inkling of the significance, because you just kept breathing. I was proud,
though, that the patches have worked and the result is harmonious for the
most part. I just wish you saw how brave you were and how brightly you were
glowing that night. Is this sin? Speaking of sin, and if we're stretching it,
I'm amazed at what you've become in so few months. This makes me scared
for some reason and maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be.
How funny our little world is.
I still remember how much you cared.
You couldn't help but think inside your little tiny box.
That night I couldn't believe it,
you were so far out of that stupid box.
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[10 Oct 2006|06:42pm] |
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you're on the other side of the world: to me
i've been repeating patterns in my head. when i see your pattern my mind is strictly focused
on the one i've produced behind my eyes. i begin to blink, blink, and blink to refocus my eyes
and catch a glimpse of what really is there; and i see it. it stays there, as a whole new pattern
full of color and parallel lines. i begin to blink, blink, and blink to refocus my eyes and restore
the original image i had fixed in my head, but everything stays the same. i wait for my eyes to
fog up, to cool down, to heat up, to restore the first pattern. i wait, wait and wait to come to the
conclusion that both my eyes begin to comprehend that they were only programmed to see, not tell.
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[02 Oct 2006|09:44pm] |
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You were a million years of work, said God and His angels, with needle and thread. They kissed your head and said, you're a good kid and you make us proud. So just give your best and the rest will come, and we'll see you soon. All the blood and all the sweat that we invested to be loved follows us into our end, where we begin to understand that maybe Hollywood was right: When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried, the answers that we have been dying to find are all pieced together and, somehow, made perfectly mine. We are made of love.
-needle and thread, Sleeping at Last
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today was the perfect example of a monday.
monday monday monday mundane.
i was taught to never start anything on a monday;
i started far too much than i can't even begin to handle.
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today i recieved the best news i'd been waiting to hear for the past while.
yet, five years ago on this day more than half the world recieved the worst news that would stay with them for rest of their lives.
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Who I'd like to meet:
You all over again
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[02 Aug 2006|12:42am] |
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august furst
even if you did the same thing everyday and every night you wouldn't even get sick of it;
he said, "you know why?"
"because you love it"
and I agreed
let's just talk about the air
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[06 Jul 2006|11:58pm] |
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heart over logic
and you wake up dry
and out of breath
with everything neatly
tucked under the bed
but every year regardless
the letters you etched into the
frame will still remain.
just like the garden,
every year regardless it’ll bloom
because the dirt and the rain
just need each other that way.
-me
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[27 Jun 2006|11:33pm] |
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Aulophobia
we keep things interesting:
on the inside of our heads, and the outside
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[06 Jun 2006|01:19pm] |
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we walked around barefoot all day, i sometimes wish there was no such thing as shoes.
i've lost control of my own thoughts, they walk around where ever they want.
i should be in school. i should be in first block.
okay.
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