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but then the dove of hope began its downward slope...

Feb. 19th, 2006 | 06:22 pm
mood: calmcalm
music: Fiona Apple

It's weird how you can just meet a person and have total connection with
them. It seems like you were meant to meet them at that time in your life.  
They lift you up and have you seeing why things are beautiful.  
The world can fall all around you but you can stay complete in their arms.  
They are the medicine for the cuts and bruises that the day brings.

Love is a funny thing.

 

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you're the yellow bird that i've been waiting for.

Feb. 12th, 2006 | 10:24 pm
mood: relievedrelieved
music: bright eyes

He is my relief.
He is my sanity.

He came out of nowhere.

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Is it fast enough so we can fly away?

Feb. 5th, 2006 | 07:48 pm
mood: jubilantjubilant
music: tracy chapman

What i was looking for found me.

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i get nothing from my troubles but the ink beneath my skin.

Feb. 5th, 2006 | 01:46 am
mood: thirstythirsty
music: gary jules - no poetry

the roads looked different driving home.

i'm not sure why.

i love this song though.

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wondering what love is

Jan. 29th, 2006 | 09:03 pm
mood: gloomygloomy
music: The Spill Canvas

Shit

it hurts.

it will be ok though because..

Love is just a hoax so i will forget anything that I have heard.

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the last place i wanted to be.

Jan. 29th, 2006 | 12:38 am
mood: exhaustedexhausted
music: brandi carlile

i feel wierd tonight.
i feel calm and still for some reason.
i don't understand things right now.
it just seems like i'm not myself anymore
it feels like there is something missing inside, i don't know what it is
it's strange to me, i can't place it

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What is beautiful?

Jan. 25th, 2006 | 09:23 pm
mood: frustratedfrustrated
music: Ben Kweller

i'm just upset because hes messed up.
hes messed up with drugs and no one is there to help him no one.

i want to just hold him and tell him it will be ok, his life is broken into a million little pieces. i want him to live again and be ok with things, to be happy again.  i want someone to love him, have him seeing the sun, feeling it. and loving again i want it all for him.  he is just sad and he says life gets harder and harder to live with each passing day.  he wants something more than artificial happiness. 

I want him to feel again but he is just too afraid to.  i want him to feel to feel to feel again.  the drugs are making him numb.  someday later the drugs won't work anymore and then what?  i don't know what to do. fuck. he is beautiful but he thinks differently he believes he's nothing, a waste of paint he says, a waste space he whispers. 

i want him to be ok. at least that. no more than that, i want him to remember to hurt love hate and to fuckin feel it all.

in other words i want him to live.

~another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words he should say
there are no words
in his eyes i see the fear
that only time could DISAPPEAR
if only time could reappear
now's the time
somethin' to take it away to take it away to take it
don't let it stay don't let it stay don't let it
the butterflys are passive aggresive and put their problems on the shelf but they're beautiful
he'll realize the only thing thats real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful
what is beautiful?
the multi-life is better than
the one we're in the one we knew
cause everyone is seein' through everyone
they're steppin' on
his gold terrain
he's movin' on with bold refrain
his blatently old campaign
is movin' on
somethin' to take it away to take it away to take it
don't let it stay don't let it stay don't let it
the butterflys are passive aggresive and put their problems on the shelf but they're beautiful
he'll realize the only thing thats real are the kids that kid themselves and the demise of the beautiful
what is beautiful?
what can't stay goes away
it starts stopping when it stops stopping~  

-Ben Kweller

 

 

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its been a long December.

Dec. 31st, 2005 | 05:29 pm
mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
music: counting crows

time passes me by like its nothing just a glimpse of what used to be. what everything used to be.
and yet thats what i live on is memories.
memories of what it felt like. what it feels like when it was a certain way.
music is my strongest reminder.
music is all that owns me right now.

hmm. so its new years. what should be my new years resolution?
i say it should be for me to be comfortable with myself.
and comfortable with the world around me, and not to hate it.
i'm nothing what i want to be.

something tells me that i could be better.
i could feel like myself again.
i hate conforming.
i need a new scene

karma is biting at my side right now.
a year is how long it took to find me.
a year...
shit i'm getting older.

i'm blind i'm deaf i'm mute.

i'm not happy people.
but thats my own fault

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Like a crack in a wall starting small, and grow in time

Dec. 29th, 2005 | 12:53 am
mood: calmcalm
music: damien rice

Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there's no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing's changed
Just a little older that's all
You know when you've found it,
There's something I've learned
'Cause you feel it when they take it away

Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I'm not a miracle
And you're not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

~Amie

 

goodnight.


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yours is the sweetest eyes that i have ever seen.

Dec. 26th, 2005 | 06:59 pm
mood: calmcalm
music: elton john

RULES:
1. Put your birth month in an entry.
2. Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
3. Bold the ones that best apply to you.
4. Put all twelve months under a livejournal cut

MAY:
Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.






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