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wow. it's been a long time. i'm finally at the point where i can post here again without getting myself upset over you. thank you alice for inspiring me.
( here's to a new year. )
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| BRAVE NEW WORLD. |
[07.19.06 @ 04.42.pm ] |
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hello i'm new.
i'll share about myself in time to come, i guess.
i write random things when i feel things, and i transform them into poems/lyrics/whatever.
then sometimes i contribute some of the lyrics to my friend's band.
this is a pretty old one, i wrote it after losing my pillars to various causes.
it became pretty popular after it was realised into a song.
maybe it'll reach out to you guys too
Ghosts to Loved Ones
Right now you lie there dreaming
See me by your side
Watching your eyes flicker
Your dreams and fears speaking
And here I am listening
Touching your face but you won't know
And when you wake you feel alone
The moon is setting
My soul is breaking
I'm calling
But your heart isn't stirring
Because I'm no longer aglow
I'm sitting here watching
You go through the days like an empty shell
I'm walking behind you praying
That you'd stop wishing I was still here
I'm always drifting by you
Whispering secrets of the world beyond to you
But all this you can't hear
But you know you're not alone
Right now I head to heaven
I'll come back later
With ghostly arms wide open
I'll hold you safe while you fight life
I just know you can survive
And maybe one day you'll feel again
The sun is rising
Your soul is waking
I'm waving
You're getting ready
For another day to begin
I'm sitting here watching
You go through the days like an empty shell
I'm walking behind you praying
That you'd stop wishing I was still here
I'm always drifting by you
Whispering secrets of the world beyond to you
But all this you can't hear
But you know you're not alone
Because I'll never let you go
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[07.19.04 @ 03.45.pm ] |
I am posting pictures instead, cause I don't want to rewrite these.
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| ugh...seriously? |
[07.11.03 @ 08.16.pm ] |
tell me that you miss me, that i was more than just a passerby in your life, that it was not so easy to discard of me and throw trash at my name. i would tell you that while you were a meteor hitting my planet, you were nothing more than somebody to clutch on to and drag me through this life. yes, i am but a leech. i suck myself to your heart and watch as you fall madly in love with me in any possible way that you are capable of. i can return the emotion but only with such a disdainful sigh and some pitiful hope that this wont last longer than the last body to carry me. i can return the emotion but there is some visible strain that you can see in my eyes, in my pulse, in the blood that runs through me. my heart never beats fast for somebody that loves me, only for those that don't offer enough for me to latch on.
i know that your life is void and empty and you have no one but a boy that i'm sure stays with you only because you demand it of him. i know that i was somebody you wanted to love for an entire lifetime but gave up far too easily out of anger. you came to the realisation that i could leave you far too easily, without much care, that i could throw you out in the street with nothing more than a shove and a slam of the door. and yes, i would say i was sorry for all the things that i've done, but trash is trash and it all ends up in the same place, so what does it matter when you throw it out? in the bellies of ravens and seagulls turned into shit on the surface, in the ground beneath our feet, in the mouths of the hungry and shelterless.
you can pretend that these words don't mean a thing to you and continue slaughtering your memory of me but at least know that i know you better than anyone else in your entire life, because through out those amount of months we spent together, you exposed more than you were comfortable with, more than you knew. your weaknesses, your strengths, every thought you had became mine and buried deep inside my toes, filling me up until the next person but it will always be there. there will always be shards of you in me, cutting me open slowly.
there will be no remorse, though. there will be no regrets, no apologies, not a single sorry word will leave these lips when they speak your name.
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| ...ezra pound will sit upon your bed... |
[07.23.01 @ 09.09.pm ] |
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So, I have tonnes of art that I don't really post much here...because I see it as more of journal related, but I guess after ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) into's post I will make an entry. So I'm sorry if some of this isn't applicable to this community.
Err...enjoy I suppose.
( the good times are killing me )
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[07.23.01 @ 07.36.pm ] |
Soooooo.
I've been mod of this community going on 2 years and I'm seriously saddened that it rarely gets updated. I barely write anymore so I realize I'm not helping any but I do care about this place. When I first became mod it was to keep this place going and it was doing pretty well for about eight months.. but then it slowly ended up to its current state. However, this IS a great place. A lot of talent. A lot of heart. A lot of amazing and compassionate people.
So tell me, what went wrong? How do we save this place? Because I'm willing to fight for it, I just need a little help. /dramatic
Thanks,
Kath
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| life on repeat. |
[06.21.12 @ 07.19.pm ] |
your eyes soak your chest when
life is see-through
and you can see through
the eyes of your
hips
one on each side
for each time you decide
you deserve it
choking on "it's okay"s &
knowing tomorrow is just
another day, but
i'm slipping
i'm slipping
& someday i'll slip away
fade away
melt into the ground you walk on everday
the pavement with
the spilt milk,
the dead eyes & the raindrops
the rain
drops
& the
world stops
dont cry over the milk i spilled back then,
or
what i threw up into the air
back when
we all make mistakes
and sometimes
someone breaks
away
leads the way
or maybe they just
leave you behind, but
"it's okay"
"it's okay"
because,
life loops around
& i'm slipping, melting, driving myself
back into the ground
into
the
rain drops
& life stops
for a moment
you're dead now,
you've been cold for awhile
but
"it's okay"
"it's okay"
"it's okay"
leaders break away &
suns
break night
with day
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[06.16.10 @ 04.04.pm ] |
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A piece I wrote last week in the midst of thinking about death (life ending) and new/progressing friendships/relationships (life beginning)...take it or leave it <3
One thing ends
Another begins
The death of love
Husband
Father
Son
The birth of love?
Walking
Two by two
In the morning sun
All the time in the world
Its just a cycle
I suppose
Of
Coming and going
Life and death
Beginning and end
Yet what perplexes
Is a simulataneous
Celebration
Of
Two new 'lives'
One in Heaven
One on Earth
Yet also a
Time of
Grieving
But
Also rejoicing?
How does the heart
The soul
Grasp such a paradox?
I know not.
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[06.02.10 @ 10.32.am ] |
there's a bow in my hair, and a lighter in my pocket.
i cried when i woke up today.
I don't know why i woke up thinking of you.
because you always knew what i should say
and you never knew what you should do
and i'd never say it anyway,
but I was there to hold you when you needed me to.
and it's frustrating when i'm waiting outside,
because you're having so much fun in there.
and i wonder how you'd feel on the other side,
if i left , would you really care...
would you....
would you pretend to care....
maybe i should run.
should i run until the clouds turn to me for light
until i'm swimming in the stars of night and screaming at the rain...
i wonder if you'd pretend to care.
i wonder if you'd be there to wave your white hankerchief and bid me adeu.
it'd be better if i didn't wake up thinking of you.
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| New member. |
[06.20.09 @ 05.57.am ] |
I, too, have been watching this community for a while, and I finally decided to join.
So, hello comminity, I'm Ciera. Here is my first piece of poetry.
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| much like death |
[06.19.09 @ 04.49.pm ] |
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A poem I wrote about a friend of mine who had to pull out of my college recently...don't worry, no one's actually dead :)
It is much like death
This separation
You walked in our world one moment
And fell from it the next
There's denial
I keep thinking
I'll see you
In the ordinary
Everyday
Routine places of
my journey:
Libraries
Coffee spots
Sidewalks
Tos and froms
Comings and goings
But I walk those places
Libraries
Coffee spots
And in each one
There is a hole
In the spots where
You always
Sat,
Stood,
Were.
It is much like death
This separation
Even though
You're a
Phone call away
No phone call
Can bring you back
Where you belong
Here
It is much like death
So permenant
Dark
A shadow cast over me
Opressing any gleam of light
No phone call, email, letter
Can lift the darkness entirely
It is much like death
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| an oldie! |
[06.15.09 @ 10.01.pm ] |
They will say
We loved through train windows
That we sighed through floral bedroom sheets
And I will reply that I do not understand
Your afternoon laugh
Or her jutting hipbones, raw with pleasure
Or the electricity in this September garden
(I stand watching the flowers in the wallpaper blossom:)
They will have said, then, that we drown our sorrows
in pallid walls and the sugary blues of the bruises on our thighs
and I will reply, again and again and again,
That I cannot bleed tonight
They were always unable to discern the poetry from the violence.
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| mod-post |
[06.15.09 @ 09.56.pm ] |
Any ideas how to make this place active again? Any ideas at all? I am open to anything and everything at this point. Any idea how to get more members to join and more members to post comments that either praise or constructively and tactfully offer criticism or ways to improve? Over a year ago we were able to revive this place - and honestly I love it here, even though I have barely posted anything (and what I do post is well.. nothing serious).
So, members, HELP.
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[06.01.09 @ 10.44.am ] |
falling, falling falling,
staring at my feet
i would look into your eyes
but you'd see i'm incomplete
and as everything around me blurrs
the knot gets tighter still
with each day, a new hinderance occurs,
diminishing my will.
I'm not just sad, this is so real,
i can't get a break,
there is no deal to make.
everything is genuinely bad,
and i'm feeling more lost,
but a little less sad,
because as I continue to fall,
I can't feel anything at all.
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Even in the dark, there's an unspoken glow in her eyes.
There's something happening there, as beautiful as the sunrise.
Something in that song that makes her spirit fly,
I say I want to vomit but I really want to cry.
There's a beauty in the stars, they're shining bright tonight,
Our cherries light the pavement, not a city light in sight.
I'm thinking of the times we all have had here being young,
and how our grown up lives have barely just begun.
And pursuing dreams and finding love are somewhere in the mix
of our future when we separate , *i hope we remember this*
This night when all we worry about is the right words to the song,
(We'll eventually remember as we lay here all night long.)
I wonder if I'll make it through this next year all alone,
If I will dig up my suit and running shoes or just cry to her on the phone,
If I will run around and giggle with a ribbon in my hair,
or if I bust out dreads and tee shirt tanks and embrace the awkward stares.
I hope he finds a girl with the same ideals as he,
and I hope he makes it big time playing songs, and just maybe,
she will find the one and fall so hard, she just can't walk away,
and someday when we're far away, I hope we remember this day.
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| first post |
[06.19.08 @ 04.30.pm ] |
i've been reading these for a while and i felt it was time to make my presence known.
feedback or talking or anything is wonderful. i adore people.
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| reasons for you |
[06.13.08 @ 11.20.am ] |
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Maybe you're once in a lifetime. Maybe you were just passing by and took a detour through my life. And you stopped, perhaps out of curiousity or destiny, and somehow liked what you saw--and all of a sudden my heart became your home. Maybe you were a lesson I had to learn. That someone wonderful could see what I had to offer, that someone could see past my imperfections and insecurities, and not be thrown. That it was possible to laigh and share freely--without ulterior motive or fear. That I could become close to someone so different. Perhaps your presence was a taste of things to come...For a time I knew what "real" possibility was...Perhaps you were a sign of hope to cling to, that I won't always walk alone. Maybe you were a passing blessing, to remind me of a Great Presence in this life. But whatever your purpose is, was, will be...I know that I am bettered: that I treasure things more closely, that beauty is fleeting but not impossible, that I have a little more faith in myself than I used to...and even if you were only once in a lifetime,you make a lifetime worth waiting for. Thank you.
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[06.31.07 @ 02.56.am ] |
I feel like I should apologize in advance, but... I don't have much to say these days :X I have read previous posts though, and I will continue to do so.
( Physics & metaphysics )
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