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wooohoooooooooo pickles!! that sounds like a lot of fun actually, gimme a holla later tonight (around 9:30??) | |
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Posted: 6/25/2005 2:01:49 PM | paddle!!! thanks for poppin in and coverin the bill lmao
There will be no victor in this game, no shiny new trophy to claim
There is no longer validity in anger, all of my screams are now in vain
The last kiss has been tasted, the last song has been played, there is no more room for doubt
Feelings are moot, they simply don't matter, no need to let your emotions pour out
I can't hear them anyway... I'm too busy dancing with the demons that have found comfort inside my head
Telling me what I didn't want to know, making me face the very things that I dread
Damn them for taking my ignorance away, for not letting me stay comfortably naive
To hell with their voices and cautious words, for twisting the truths I once believed
The voices turn to noise pollution, full of static, becoming unbearably loud,
Defiantly I turn up my music and scream "I'm stronger then you, this game will no longer be allowed!"
The music starts to fade, the pounding subsides, and the static finally breaks
Eventually the pain dulls a little, my chest no longer tightens with every breath that I take.
Taking a step out, to be a mere observer, to stand outside of the circle and look in
I see the few happy times, the surmounting uncertainty, the fear left to fester within
A lot of pipe dreams, and promises, followed by mutterings of "i don't know how"
Removing the blindfold, its so easy to see there was never a "forever", just a lot of "for now'" | |
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Posted: 6/25/2005 8:01:46 PM | When life gets hard and your hands a fold
Stop and think just whats been told
Dreams and visons of what might be
Mean nothing if you cannot truly see
Spoken just to pass some time, whether real or just a lie
Some are taken to the chest and in a heart find their rest
Whether real of spoke in jest
Doesn't make them any less
Dreams are what we all hope to see
Visions of grandure yet to be
When they happen and turn real
It's amazing how they make you feel
So speak them not to just hear the words
For anothers heart may bear the load
One day you'll wake to what you've done
You'll wish you'd stopped and not choose to run.... | |
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Posted: 6/27/2005 4:53:11 PM | I wrote this on the 12th of october 2004.. I am reposting it because the woman that I wrote it about was a coworker that I have had issues with from day one..when I wrote this I was pursuing other avenues.. after a lot of soul searching, i decided I wasnt' leaving a good job and title cuz of some.. well.. cuz of some b*tch
TODAY SHE QUIT
she quit
she quitttttttttttttttt wooooooooohooooooooooooooooooooo
da bish has left the building!!!
The B*tch
You have been a thorn in my side since the day that I started
A “new lease on life” or so I had thought
Till I came to know you, the undesirable part
You think you walk on water, you can do no wrong
You trample on people while you sing a song
When no one is looking and you think they can’t hear
The hurt of your actions rings loud and clear
You say you have a big heart that shines like gold
Too bad you’re the only one that your heart truly holds
You have tried to break me, time and time again
Well u know what b*tch? I’m tired of this game
I won’t let you rule me, nobody can
I’m a strong person, I won’t bury my head in the sand
And when I leave, and you think you have won
I’ll wait for the rest to see the damage you have done
You want it all, you greedy whore
And you can have it all, I don’t need your sh*t anymore
I won’t look back, hell I’ll run as fast as I can
New beginnings, new friends, I’ll be dealt a new hand | |
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Posted: 6/30/2005 10:18:09 PM | | VERY, VERY TRUE | |
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Posted: 7/6/2005 8:58:13 PM | -Variations of Hallucinations-
Algorithms embued from the smoldering, sultry sun.
Conjunctions embossed beyond where time had almost begun.
Embarking on ecclesiastical restitutions.
While serendipitous grievances raise my suspisions.
Keeping my clandestine, surreptitious quarrels from folks.
The rambunctious repetitions of heartbeats causes strokes.
Am I etherial in the senses askewed from space?
Have I shown reluctance and procrastination in place?
Excommunicated and ostracized, hopeful indeed.
For mine and thine it assimilated, transformed my plead.
Regional phalangeal supercolliders destined
To drape and fold colliods and particulate your grin;
and your manifestations colide and refrain from stride.
Destitute remarks can congest, occlude, the turning tide.
don't get dizzy on this one, lol. Enjoy! | |
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Posted: 7/6/2005 9:14:36 PM | Hey Holly
back on line
Awesome gf
Knowing but not yet met
Meeting but not knowing
Feelings and friendships growing
New beginnings
New friends
We're all winning
Again
Flowers as a token
A promise unspoken
Will we meet again?
Oh yes, we will,for....
You are now my friend
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Posted: 7/18/2005 10:52:02 AM | GLAD to see you back pickles !! Woot Woot
Unwell ~ Matchbox 20
All day
Staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night
Hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
I'm feeling like I'm headed for a
Breakdown
I don't know why
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Me
Talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
I know
I know they've all been talking 'bout me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong
With me
Out of all the hours thinking
Somehow
I've lost my mind
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know, right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Hey, how I used to be
How I used to be, yeah
Well I'm just a little unwell
How I used to be
How I used to be | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 7:21:21 PM | Just swinging by poetry for today, thought I'd just stop by and do a bit of reading, maybe find a bit of inspiration--imagine my delight--lots and lots of inspiration--quite a few people sharing some really awesome verse.
I'm in one of those Yeats moods today--don't know why; guess it's all that celtic mythology. At any rate, way better than I've ever penned!
To a Rose upon the Rood of Time
by Wm. B. Yeats
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded hy man's fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still
A little space for the rose-breath to fill!
Lest I no more bear common things that crave;
The weak worm hiding down in its small cave,
The field-mouse running by me in the grass,
And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass;
But seek alone to hear the strange things said
By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,
And learn to chaunt a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 8:36:13 PM | Ok this is an incomplete that I started bay quite some time ago as I started on my own self disection of myself.... So enjoy it for what it's worth....
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A long goodbye
It's knowing that the moment that you separate that you may never again have the chance to see that person again.
It's knowing that nothing you can do or say will change that moment in time.
It's the parting of two souls that are joined through choice and knowing that the time until you are together again, you will feel incomplete.
It's allowing the pain of separation for the overall good.
It's knowing that no action or words can change the inevetiable.
It's knowing that the person your watching walk away may never pass your way again.
It's knowing what you have, and what you want, and the difference.
It's knowing the depths of the others soul and longing for it in you life every day, and longing for the next time you can be together.
It's knowing the feeling and wishing that it would last forever, for an eternity.
It's knowing that separation is the uncertainity, yet the moments spent together is something that will change and enrich your life forever.
It's living life with no regrets, cherishing every moment in time that two are together, and not wanting it to end.
It's two spirits, two souls, one experience, joined by forces not understood, yet not questioned. The end of something beautiful by two united. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 4:25:53 AM | it's knowing that each moment is a gift and remembering to say "thank you"
....and meaning it with all your heart!
Thank you -
xxoo swan | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 5:05:30 AM | me me me, beautiful. Thanks for gracing my little space here
Dinged, keep em coming darlin | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 5:29:51 PM | The Birds of Paradise died today
Their beauty dwindled colours fading
Tried to help, to save them
To no avail.....
They outlasted the other gifts
The Flowers that were also blessed
With the beauty of colour and scent
Heaven sent
A gift from another
Whose beauty and colour
Enriches my life
A bouquet of flowers
Given with feeling
Is a gift of the senses
A gift of the heart
A gift with true meaning.
Thank you Sue | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 7:22:01 PM | Pickles those words were worth soooooooo much more than the flowers hon
thank you so much hon  | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 7:35:39 PM | Phoenix Rising
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust:
from love's demise tattered
hearts, bruised and battered,
in anguish burn and sigh--
crash in crying heap
like glowing coals imploding,
crumbling, self devouring...
nothing left--orange to gray
cold and dead, coffin decay
walking among the living,
these hearts without hope,
endlessly dissecting love's
expiration, until, by chance
like ancient Phoenician’s
crossing monster haunted
seas discover new cities,
new hopes, new places
to ply their trade:
so too we who rise
from gray ash burning
bright anew with each
others desire sighing... | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 8:49:52 PM | Dinged.....
not that I don't appreciate your awesome poems....just that that was meant for amber...
but this is for you | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 9:43:31 PM | hey, pickles--no harm, no foul! And thank you--I wish I were good; I've got a long way to go before that happens!
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Posted: 7/21/2005 6:37:25 AM | Your heart is filled with so much love
And you need someone to call your own.
You know I'm here, I want the same
I hope this I have shown.
You want to burn with desire, your heart is waiting,
You say it's an open door.
Allow me in, give me the key
And search nevermore.
You are very beautiful, and I'll tell you this
Every single day.
I want to be the one to bring you happiness
In every possible way.
I promise you loyalty, honesty,
And I will stand by your side.
I want to make you smile everyday
On this jouney we call life's ride.
I am but a simple man with a heart of gold
In which I offer you,
Renew the feelings of love you once had
And ones you never knew.
I am out here, I am listening,
I have been waiting for you,
Lets put an end to these silly games,
And make our dreams come true.
S. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2005 7:03:02 AM | unbeleivable write been!! ty for sharing it :)
so much talent in here !! luv y'all
I need to fine a muse.. and i will be back | |
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