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Gravity
I remember when I started this thing, 2001, a year of so many changes. Hell, it might have been 2000. Fourteen years... Over half my life. This journal is like a brother. One that i rarely write to, but one who always understands that sometimes i just don't want to talk.
It'll be easier to write once my laptop is back. This tablet is not meant for ( Read more... ) -
Pumpkin bread playlist
So much to say...
(Trying to revive livejournal for us old fogies per Billy Martin) -
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can't focus my eyes
too many thoughts collide
this isn't the blur that I saw last time
not the same blur
not the same one at all
let's draw a picture of
just you and me
wait! there's mommy so she makes three
combs my hair with
reckless abandon
this blur has just come
and slipped it's hands in
this is not the blur
it's not the blur I imagined
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Building Walls
Subtle twang of
disinterest
ringing in my ears
awake to the sound
of the door closing
goodnight
another night alone,
the bedroom falls
to dark
the carpet stings my
bare knees
scratch at my insides for
sweet release
no, I won’t
I won’t
keep playing house when
there’s no one home
but me
I won’t
keep acting like there’s anything
left to be
fixed
No,
I won’t
cause, for you
the ( Read more... ) -
If I had only known then...
Benjamin- At the Pick Me Up
08/24/05
2:41 am
Why was I alone? Sitting across from you & Tina. wasn't alone...but away from home. homesick for a place that was only 5 feet away. homesick for the room I would never find with you. for the city I can never find because I am so deep ( Read more... ) -
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Why did I ever come back to this place?
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Oh, between me and you...it's you.
Had some peanut butter with my second apple today. Now I feel as big as a brick house.
Going to go pedal the stationary as fast as I possibly can for as long as a I possibly can.
Ugh.
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Well, don't be upset if you fall on your knees and beg like a dog
I miss how certain people just come and go... there are so many people that I think about every so often and wonder why they just stopped communicating. I'm sure that there are people that think the same of me, and realistically it just boils down to the fact that I didn't find them interesting enough to keep around. Pretty egotistical, I know. ( Read more... ) -
Our lives are not our own...
This morning I awoke at 5:38am to the sound of my mom calling my name. She's done it the same way my whole life, this incredibly shrill, makes-your-heart-skip-a-beat way that strikes you with both terror that you may be in trouble and concern that there is something she may really need help with. I was on the edge of a dream right at that moment ( Read more... ) -
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Death is the road to awe.