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bitterness made beautiful: my words like circles; my heart the echo of a distant drum's shudders. an emptiness like strangers: a canvas too forbidding - possibilities unchanced, the air awake with potential. bitterness made beautiful: a stab of agony carved in crystal, a starless night cast in ebony - the catharsis of loveliness; despair's breathtaking imagery. the lonely mountains mourning, the white winter forests of my heart awaiting the april of poetry; the thaw that comes in words. the chrysalis of pain's transformation into wisdom. collections of polished moments line the museum of my memory. so as the blade bites in, I turn my veins into blank pages and my blood into words; so the wound becomes a story, a song, a bitterness made beautiful. the depth of hurt: an ocean beneath whose opal waves I drown the loneliness and sorrow that I, in language, cast. a bitterness made beautiful. |
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I keep letting go, ready to throw in the metaphorical towel at the drop of a proverbial hat. and every time I swear 'never again', somehow, you bring me back. I can't keep up to your nereid ways; you slip like water away, again - laughing. but to rage against you is like cursing smoke: you're gone before I even inhale. so I sigh and I wait and you come back in time you awake me; I forgive you all over again. |
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There's always something running through my head, wearing me down. There's always someone yelling in my world; I let it go. Always something I've forgotten or neglected - I look away. Always some secret anguish in my wellspring of worry. Ever a change inevitable, awaiting me - I let it go. Always packing up my things to leave again; I let it go. Ever disappointment when escape is not enough: I numb the pain. Thinking of myself, no regard for anyone else - I let it go; I let you down. |
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I cannot hear, I cannot breathe. and everything's breaking something's got to give - I'm not giving anymore. to what do I owe? you say time? well, times change. and lives, and loves and stories end. I cannot breathe, you cannot hear what the hell is wrong? something's got to give, and I'm not giving anymore. what's going to get me through? you say love? well, love this. |
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there's a song in winter's silence a melody that speaks of frost there are lyrics, in my empty mind; a tune, and she's the song - she's my requiem the sound of tears; the silence of snowfall. she's the pain we carry, bittersweet - we all keep smiling on. numb as I am, the music screams this lullaby, and she's the song and she's my requiem I mourn a girl I thought I knew; I mourn a heart I've always loved. I mourn the song to which I've known the lyrics but never caught the tune. she's a song, and she's my requiem. I hear you, passing on. |
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i hate work. having to put up with rude people over the phone really gets to you. being a receptionist really is not as fun as it looks. good pay, though. i have to sit here for 9 hours straight doing absolutely nothing butsurfing the itnernet and answering the phone. today i got to leave my desk one time in total. and, i don't get to leave it again. eryhjehyetklhyltr !!! i get to either look down at the phone, look in front of me at a car (a very nice one i must say, considering this is a car dealership), or look up at either fans or the sky. there is other things to look at, but nothing interesting. not that any of that was, either. i just wish there was something to do. facebook and myspace are blocked. i'm not allowed on msn. the salesmen are hilarious though! i love them. i just looked over and one was poking the other in the face with a car antenna. ahh, those salesmen ![]() but enough about work. im going to be in a movie! one that probably none of you will ever see. but im still excited. well, i better be on my way. im so bored, i better find something fun to do somehow. ill probably just eat some more candy. more later. (: |
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like a black bear in winter; like an oak at first frost; like a contented child, warm and safe; like tropical cities at midday, in the heat - I sleep, dreaming deep. |
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i haven't written on here in quiiite awhile. ive been busy. veeery busy. and ive been in, quite possibly, one of the greatest moods i have in a long time. so many amazing things have been happening. too many to type. but i just wanted to quickly come on and give a little update. more later. |
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so tired and bitter uprooted, I wander asleep on my feet and no place to call home yet hopelessly homelessly searching for something here not finding whatever I have been looking for. one place to another, still nowhere to call home. |
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Ask me about my liberal agenda... Oct 5th, 2007 8:09:41 pm - Subscribe
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Sorry, this last political post and I'll quit for awhile - honestly. Make the Switch GOP presidential debate held in South Carolina (May '07) Ron Paul's speech at the New Hampshire Liberty Forum in Feb. 2007 Bill Maher's New Hero More to come. |
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Mood: better inspiration: What would Rudy Do? Oh yeah... instigate terrorist organizations. |
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every night, a part of me dies with you. every time in my dreams, I see you disappear. heart pounds, stomach twists, head spins. a human drum tuned to the air, I shudder. behind closed eyes, I watch your demise over and over. you could have been me. now you're gone. and gone again, every night - I die with you, without knowing - who were you? |
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Anyway, Whatever. Oct 5th, 2007 3:39:12 am - Subscribe
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| Tonight's practice kind of sucked, but I'm not going to reflect on that too much. |
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i'm so excited. i just can't hide it. i'm about to lose control and i think i like it. so as i write this, i'm making pasta sauce that my wonderful nonna (which means grandma in italian) taught me to make. it already is not turning out as good as hers. i have to say im a little disappointed. but i didn't use full oregano leaves and basil leaves, i just used tiny bits. and, my tomatoes weren't from the garden. aye. but i think the pasta should turn out good. i hope it all comes together and tastes as good and italian as nonna's. at her house, every sunday they have pasta for supper. (when i say supper, i mean 2:30. us crazy italians.) but anyways, i might as well get going. i want to edit my blog and such. more later! (: ps. why isnt there a "happy" option in the moods? i have to write it for myself i guess. |
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the beauty of your fire the light of your passion, your intensity you light me up illuminating dark shadows in me burning like a sunrise behind your eyes, all I desire. your strength, your words. the beauty, terrible, heartrending beauty the terrifying, beautiful passion of your heart, your fire your eyes. |
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as we die - screaming or otherwise - diving into that light beyond. and we scream for rest, for peace; the anaesthetic to sleep and forget. to sleep in ignorance of life's pain; blissful relief from the torture of mortality. what is heaven? the afterlife, for pure of soul? heaven is screaming back out, right back into the light: this life. forced once more to draw breath, unable to speak. pain - the anaesthetic to forget. make our way around the sun, unceasing. memory gone, blindly turn to the light - believing, again your last breath will bring a halt. but life goes on. I long to rest. to die is not to sleep evermore. I'll not befriend death. be then my anaesthetic in this world, for I long to be once more oblivious. |
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i have amazing friends. how did i just realize that? k and j are amazing. theyre the funnest kids i know. i can talk with them about anything. me and k have reunited as best friends. me and j are newly best friends. t will always be my best friend. i love my friends. <3 what more can i say? more later. |
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i've been so tired lately. i havent gotten any time to sleep very much the past 2 weeks. this weekend was brutal, as you read in my last blog. sunday was fairly good, but i didnt feel too good. today was fun, though. i was pretty happy all day. lottsss of energy! i was going in every direction at one time. i figured out i especially like to spin. my friend who is an amazing dancer says i was doing.. chanays?! or something crazy like that. i have really no idea. i also recently decided im going to buy some hot pink leggings or striped leggings with black and one of the following: hot pink, neon yellow, or lime green. ive actually had an interesting choice of clothes lately. today i dressed up in a rendezvous of eighties style clothes mixed with modern style. i wore a deep shade of burgundy/deep pink, black leggings, black leg warmers, and black chanel style flats. it was quite interesting, i must say. but everyone did like it. INTERESTING NEWS: yesterday i met a perfect stranger. her name is cassy (so is mine) and she goes to a school down my road. (i don't go to it unfortunately.) but anyways, we were talking and we're alike in almost every possible way, other than our hair colour. i found it to be quite interesting. she wants me to transfer to her school but, since ive recently been voted secretary of my school, i don't think i want to. and it would be hard to leave behind everyone ive grown up with. well, i think thats all i have to say for today. more later. (: |
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oh, to live as you do, my bird - free as the wind; as the sea; as the storm. sky over rivers and oceans of sand like you, I am free at 35000 feet my troubles only stars in dusk's velvet this is life as I live it in deepest of dreams my life without limits at 35000 feet but dawn breaks wings falter chains are recalled and earthbound, I plummet into the light - falling 35000 feet to pavement. impact - I am myself again. born into cages; breathing in boundaries - oh, to be but a feather of your wing. to live without limits; to fly - but I hold myself in. |
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Westport Relocation Sep 24th, 2007 4:20:52 pm - Subscribe
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.. I have a test I should be studying for, so I'm going to make this relatively short. I feel obligated to continue steady blog posts, and I hope my posts are not all in vain. Over the weekend, I rented a U-Haul, (shameful, how this plug will pay me nothing) loaded my small two bedroom apartment up, and headed to Westport. While I won't bore you with the details of the oh-so-exciting transition, I'd like to touch on the current condition of my new abode. While I do love it, and the location is spectacular, there are a good variety of cons of living in the city which I will gladly share with you now. The rents are high. This is both a good and bad thing. Money is a lot tighter than before, however, the community holds so much culture, consisting of broke poets, playwrights and college students that frequent the local coffee shops on the Westport strip to mingle with like-minded individuals. There are also a wide variety of bars and clubs in the area to satisfy your alcoholic divulges and drown any notions of rent taxation anyway. Next quirk. I'm under the impression that these buildings were constructed before the invention of electricity. Power outlets are scarce in the new apartment, and we have a strange room, cleverly named the "sun room", that relies completely on sunlight without the capability of artificial lighting at all. Also, the walls are constructed out of brick, bragging an enduring battle to even the most motivated curtain hanger. Last, but certainly not least - air quality. My first investment was an ionic air purifier to neutralize all the mold content that (I now proudly say) used to linger within its confines. I have mild allergies already, but a couple steps inside threw me into a sneezing attack. I'm pretty sure I sneezed 14 times in a row initially. The pros really do out-weight the cons though, and I might talk about them some other time when I'm more settled in and can actually enjoy them. For now, I have about eighteen more boxes to unpack and test to study for. As always, thanks for reading. /jaime. ps. For whatever reason, the current "mood" field - when you post blogs, was set by default to "unhealthy". I think it's fitting given the circumstances. |
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(names shortened to first letters.. try not to get too confused.) dramatic, dramatic, dramatic. my friends love to attract drama. started out pretty normal. all of us were going out to go to a hockey game and to have fun. all good, right? not so much. in the beginning, i was at s's house with k. s found out about k liking b, and s is really into b, too. what s didnt know was b was planning to ask out k that night, and k knew it. she just didnt feel like letting s know, and TRIED to keep it a secret, which she is very, veeery bad at. the first period of the game was all good. we were all pretty happy, a lot more people than we expected showed up, and everyone was getting along. until intermission. k and b decided to leave together, and we didnt know we wouldnt really be seeing them much after that. i was with quite a few people, but s was on my back about k and b. what was i supposed to say, i had no idea where those 2 were. i met up with b, and made a new friend, t. hes a nice guy. the second period k decided to come back. she told me her and b were officially a couple. great, what else? they also made out. and i had to spend the night with s. oh, joy. second period, made a few more new friends. also found out im secretly a bat? sweet. the second period went okay, k left for b again, i was talking with all the guys and s and a, and new friend c. hes a nice guy, too. also turns out j, w, m, and t decided to leave. who knows what they left to do, but they ditched j. i feel bad for that guy. i have a feeling they did something bad, as in against the law?. i hate those guys anyway. not the best guys to hang around with. the rest of the game was alright, said goodbye to the new friends, same friends, and everyone else. back to s's house. another t, a, and c were there. theyre good guys too. and s's sister had about 18 people over. well, me and s slept outside. she did not stop talking about how incredibly mad she was about k and b. i heard about it for about 4 hours until i fell asleep (about 3-3:30 am). i wonder if she noticed? but im too tired to write more now. there isnt much more to last night anyway. so ill leave it at that. cant wait until monday. actually, yes, yes i can. more later. |