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| Confessions of the mind
Posted: 7/6/2006 6:48:13 PM | here we go again,
that same phrase playing over and over in my head,
here we are again, oh Lord i sure just need a bed,
things are back to BEING dull again, im exhausted, will there ever an end,
will i be the one to depend,
comprehend, what?
grabbing at straws, do i change the laws?
here we go again seems i need a boat and some ores.
Back to that place, i thought i wouldnt see,
back to that space, the one that eats at me,
back to being the number one ace,
i say it so there can be no other trace,
no trace of what could have, what should have
instead of what is.
here we go again, back to that place, is space really that ace?
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| Confessions of the mind
Posted: 7/7/2006 4:37:09 PM | he made me feel,
he makes me deal,
he made me realise that i am real,
uncorked my seal,
unleashed my zeal, made commotion my main meal
and gave me emotions that kinda made me reel.
now all thats left is for caution to peel,
carefree and playful to appeal,
take away all you can and leave me doing what i need to,
give me strength to be who i need to be,
give me courage to say what i should,
make me carry on my life with you in it,
make me realise i need to get with it!
thank you for being you, and making me miss you...
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Posted: 7/8/2006 9:15:17 AM | Morning all!
That one over there ^^^^^ was for a special five and ten....
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Posted: 7/8/2006 1:55:07 PM | melancholy feelings,
imaginary dealings, told myself it would happen
it was just a matter of time,
fed myself that line, the one that i startd to believe,
wont sit around feeling for myself,
neither will i kill myself to feel happy when im not
optimistic when i just cant,
when you do things such as we have
there are repercussions despite the gift of the gab,
there are feelings involved even though we things its a nag.
but nevertheless we agree to disagree and with time we will definitely have....
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Posted: 7/8/2006 3:22:50 PM | Optometry isn't the only science of sight
Close your eyes and look inside for what's right
Tension means that there is a conflict
It doesn't mean you are too strict
With any emotion or moral that you carry
It doesn't mean that a ghost you should bury
You braved a move to a land that was strange, all on your own
At an age when you were barely grown
You, my dear, are your own person
You are the teacher, not receiving the lesson
The thing that you don't understand
Is that your beauty drives the young lads mad
Get used to it.
Abuse it.
You are it.
Don't let them give you no shit.
Destiny is nothing more than what we are going to do
Destiny is something that is mostly up to you
I know what you desire within your heart
Let us start there, let's start with your art
You're a dancer, a writer, a dreamer, a poet
Dance out your dream to us, please show it
I have never had the pleasure of looking into your eyes
But I've seen inside of you without even having to try
My friend.
Don't join the trend.
Or it will never end.
It's your will that won't bend.
just toss me a scoobie snack from time to time | |
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Posted: 7/8/2006 5:55:49 PM | awwwwwww dawg thank you... that means alot...
you have mail!
hehe
mwah!
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Posted: 7/8/2006 8:02:27 PM | that will that wont bend is the
very trend that always leads to the end,
playing out my emotions, words resound
over and over again i have found,
just when i think its ok to breathe, its never that
and most think that im just a tease, not his fault
he is only human, it seems im super natural,
all because what i know seems to be factual,
made your point, now let me retire, i think i'll smoke a joint.
took me in your arms and told me not to worry,
where are those words now, they sure did take off in a scurry.
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Posted: 7/9/2006 2:52:14 AM | Fallen angels sometimes need to cry
I feel the raindrops from the sky
Holding on to the moment in the sun
Reaching out before it all becomes undone
What can i say , when the horizon fades away
All I feel is the rain pouring down day by day
What can i say , when the horizon fades away
Maybe these words should be left at the bottom of an ashtray | |
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Posted: 7/9/2006 4:23:00 PM | Danny!
hey babe.. good on ya mate!
thank you for coming in here and giving me that!
hope you're well...
mwah....
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Posted: 7/9/2006 7:40:23 PM | Hold your head up high
You're never wrong
Somewhere in the right you belong
You would rather fight than walk away
What a lonely way to breathe the air
What an unlovely way to say you care
Now we're too far gone for me to save
And I never thought that we'd come to this
maybe there's beauty in goodbye
(noone's wrong or right, you would rather fight than walk away)
Theres just no reason left to try
(now its gone too far, look at where we are)
You push me away
Another black day
lost count of the reasons to cry
Look what you've missed, living like this
Nobody wins
Searching for the truth in your eyes
Found myself so lost don't recognize
The person now that you, you claim to be
Don't know when to stop,or where to start
You're just so caught up in who you are
Now you're far too high for me to see
I'd never thought that we'd come to this
maybe there's beauty in goodbye
(noone's wrong or right, you would rather fight than walk away)
There's just no reason left to try
(now it's gone too far, look at where we are)
You push me away
Another black day
lost count of the reasons to cry
Look what you've missed, living like this
Nobody wins
You, you never say your sorry
Try to tell me that you love me
But don't,(dont)it's too late to take it there
Baby that beauty's in goodbye
(noone's wrong or right, you would rather fight than walk away)
There just no reason left to try
(now it's gone too far, look at where we are)
You push me away
Another black day
Lost count of the reasons to cry
Look what you've missed, living like this
Nobody wins
(Now it's gone to far,look at where we are)
Nobody wins
(The Veronicas) | |
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Posted: 7/10/2006 7:07:22 PM | my heart just isnt in it,
i still see him everywhere,
my emotions kinda feel broken,
yet i cant seem to figure out how i became so open,
when was it that i was so receptive,
my heart isnt that easily decieved, so why was he so easy to believe?
i know i'll be fine and it was definitely a lesson learned with time,
mine to learn, Truth will i earn?
when will i figure out when its going to be my turn,
kinda glad it happened the way it did,
otherwise i would have been oblivous even somewhat impervious,
you learn new things literally everyday,
even if no one told me they would hurt everyday,
apparently it will hurt less too with a new day
be that as it may,
it doesnt make it easier to play!
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Posted: 7/11/2006 12:14:19 AM | If you see that the life we lead is a play
Maybe your feelings will lead you astray
Its easy to be patient for the day
For the day when I'll come to you
The day was meant to be true
So I'll wait until the time is right
I'm still thinking of the way it used to be
When life was just the future , and less of memory
I can remember , I can make a smile , whilst im dreaming
It gets confusing now , at 23 , who can it be?
When my dreams start taking over , of what it means to me
I no longer can see the darkness , a light shining through
For the day will come , when im next to you . | |
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Posted: 7/11/2006 5:23:42 PM | being next me may concur all you need to be,
it seems its frowned upon and looked upon as being bleek,
the things we hold dear forever exclusive,
yet elusive is what love and compassion seems to be,
caution and sadness, lack of trust, seasons of lust,
all this just seems to only happen to me,
yet i am strong, when i dont want to be,
waiting for that one who can melt me,
wont give up, i know he is out there!
hope do i dare, i sit here and look on with that glare.
give me the sun and that bright red reclining chair....
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Posted: 7/12/2006 7:59:15 PM | today was especially the worst,
when i feel i have taken a step foward,
fate shows me that i havent and Paula seems to pop in
with two steps foward and two steps back.
yet i dont see how opposites dont attract?
hasnt the theory been tested,
or has my head been sorely messed with,
just when you get it, you realise you dont,
just when you let it, you realise it just wont,
let me be, leave me free, yet still somehow i end up longing for thee.
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Posted: 7/12/2006 9:59:52 PM | Hey Bubbles...
Hang in there GF
You are so worth more
Off to the UK Sat...Daddy's funeral is Tuesday.......
Memories of time tunnels
Laughter and tickles
Absolute trust
Chin pie on Sundays
He didn't shave
And the kisses he gave
Were scratchy and rough
Enough!
I could go on and on
But he is gone
So I will play the remember game
In my dreams
We are all there
We will share again
Those "Remember when's"
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Posted: 7/13/2006 8:02:41 AM | Hola Mi Amiga~
Long time no see. Looking great as always Chica! (I'm not Spanish either, but it's fun) | |
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Posted: 7/13/2006 8:42:36 AM | wakka prawn upon the barbie
make double shore
your missus is not over randy
drink the fruits of life in double time
or just sit back
casually
scratch
your sack
if your sack is cool
a big determination not to drool
all over the fools wife
that gave you a start
in your life of tools
sorry i am but trying | |
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Posted: 7/13/2006 7:46:39 PM | oh PICKLEs love i am so sorry and i send my condolences out to you love..
hang in there yourself and i hope you are doing ok!
mwah
love yah girlfriend...
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Posted: 7/13/2006 7:47:20 PM | greenskye and Grano...
thank you for the posts...
thanks for popping in...
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Posted: 7/14/2006 8:50:05 PM | blue skies, nothing but sunshine,
grey skies nothing but rain,
summer is here and the time is right for dancing in vain,
if only i knew that with you darkness came,
if only i knew not to bother all the same,
how come i cant learn to be carefree,
and how come it seems like my feelings were given for free,
live life without expectations,
form my own emualations,
improve relations,
i miss you, even though i shouldnt
i miss you and i dont know how you couldnt,
or is it that you wouldnt, give me the time of day
apologies didnt make you stay
instead all it did was keep you astray...
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Posted: 7/14/2006 9:15:42 PM | Linen clothes
Mohitos in a glass with ice floes
Flip flops
Popsicles
Pools
Smells of Bar B Q's
Smiles when you wake with the sun
Summer is such fun
Won't be long
'Till it's gone
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Posted: 7/16/2006 5:58:59 PM | awesome write pickles me love!
lol thanks for stopping by!!!
broken promises open windows,
closed doors, wildly spread vineyards,
the spread of viciousness the wiping away of sweetness,
the initiation of new friendships the lack of loneliness
the intimacy of togetherness,
the loss of bitterness,
the engrossment of two people
the enrolment of newness,
the loss of frivolessness
the finding of the seductive.
the excitement of attraction
the realisation of the carefree
brings me back to my initial decree....
flying on wings of independance,
loving my new found confidence
thank God im back to being just plain old me.
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Posted: 7/21/2006 8:24:46 PM | im smiling again
breathing again,
dreaming again,
feeling again, living and playing again,
full time not part time,
refuse to let him come back to me,
i refuse to let him take me,
i want him to take love,
give him everything i am,
i want him to become just him
leave him to figure out what he needs to
make patience my virtue,
does this make me a shrew,
how can i feel like i know someone when all
i feel is a voice, an inflection, a giggle, a moan
a genuine groan, are we both grown
is it going to end or will we keep holding on?
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| my song
Posted: 7/22/2006 6:29:42 AM | climbing a winding staircase
sweat beads upon my brow
haunting indecisions
will I take my final bow?
or will I meet and greet him once again
"quiet on the set"....... "take-two"
hold him tightly in my arms
confused I know not what to do
the spiral makes me dizzy
the climb makes me weak
love, or lust, keeps stalking me
in a game of hide and seek
with each step up this case I grow older
fear of falling back down, I grow colder
wearily I move along....
and hope the radio will just play my song | |
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