September 2011
26 posts
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Partly windy, smokey, and all around sunny. None are to know. It will, what it is to find. Don’t, please don’t consult. Our storms blow away: Partly cloudy, spots of sunlight. Oh, I’d be fine. Hurricanes, little chance to make it out. But what home can move? A building is strung. Earthquakes not likely. We look burnt, a little blown, maybe cracked. Sit for the weatherman. Sit for late night news....
August 2011
16 posts
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No, as a thousand beautiful can be found within the topic of love, the one that is most trivial, so mind numbingly painful, the one thing makes love far above the rest of every emotion: that love cannot by any means be forced upon another. Love, the same as absolute independent thought is completely of its own. No one can force love. No other person can force myself to love them, and I cannot...
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A bleeding wound heals itself and a broken arm will, with great care, grow back together. But a memory that bleeds takes years to heal; a bitter sweet wound that washes itself across the rest of the brain incapacitating and forcing every emotion, every connecting thought to its attention. They’re not always painful. Don’t be fooled. They are, none the less, excessively bleeding...
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“So take a picture in that small head and wonder for the rest of forever if anything will ever compare. The horrible thing about everything is after we’ve gone through the best part, the rest, has to be better. The worst part about now, the painful truth, that tomorrow will fall under a peculiar kind of gray; and everyday afterwords. It’s what I hate about now. Everything,...
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In my life I’ve always been afraid of losing myself; that someday Jekyll might take me along for a ride without my consent. No, it’s not a pressing fear. My fears are what I see in most everyone else. I see a thousand mistakes, and I wonder, are they even awake? The fallacies in our subconscious thoughts explain a thousand evils, a thousand mistakes, and a thousand ulterior motives. It...
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I sunk into a song today and barely came out for air. There was no noise, and there was seemably nothing to review afterwords. There and gone. I read a book today, and how much I missed it! The story held me at my gut. Every conflict, every plot twist and every picture of decay was a story I lived. It was a story to share and I have felt it in full. I can hardly express what has happened. There...
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“Far more joy a dream could give.”
I thought at home one night
Then I lived a dream,
and in my dream,
dreamt reality instead.
The biggest bomb of them all was waking up and realizing exactly what it was I wanted. But there just might be a bigger bomb about to drop. It’s the realization that I may never get exactly what I want; even if I need it.
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Fools look smart just by staying silent. He never has to listen, but there is no assumption that he Isn’t. By all means listen! Closed lips hardly ever reveal a lack of knowledge. I suppose there is quite a bit to learn from conversation, but the problem of this day and age doesn’t seem to be communication. I forget to listen.
Every human with sealed lips may not be listening. The...
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Dear Novel:
I was supposed to finish reading you last Sunday and I’m sorry I forgot you. I asked my mom if she could take you along last Saturday. She forgot, and on Sunday, she said she was too busy to remember you. I’m sorry you’re so good. I…just…want to read the rest. Ever since I found you in a thrift store for fifty cents, it’s been love at first sight. Please, find...
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College Meal plan until my lunch card goes...
Breakfast: Top Ramen
Lunch: Top Ramen
Dinner: Top Ramen
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Give more and make balance
Free of stroke
Why Scream?
But chisel at a canvas
Do masterpiece, if junk ink looms
Few people, if any, are awake at eight in the morning on a Saturday morning at a college dorm. It was serial. But one student caught my eye. He wore dress shoes and went so far as to put on a nice shirt and even dress pants. He had an accent, and obviously, he didn’t know much about college at all. But all of this is little. As I walking outside of the main building, I noticed his face a...
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A smile is a wonderful thing. It’s either a line at the bottom end of a face that distorts itself, turning into a curve. Or it’s a pure expression joy, happiness, and all that is holly. The people who use a smile to look cute, well, it’s just a curve; there’s no joy. But in a person who, no matter how rare or common, smiles simply because they are happy: their smile becomes...
Demons tend murder in the name of deity.
There’s no place we’ll ever feel like we belong, at least, not any more then we do here. It’s was never about the place. I’d like to wake up somewhere I belong, but I’m here now. I don’t belong anywhere if I can’t belong in the now. I’ll never belong if I don’t now. No one is going to make room for me. We just have to make our own space.
