Great news
ok, well ever since last winter when Gotdiary.com went down, i havent been able to retrieve the dozens of poems, some of my best work, off of it because its inaccessable.
BUT
last week i did a google search for my journal name and came across about a dozen of cached searches google did last year that had a copy of the text on it, so guess what, i got like 12/13 of them back!
u have no idea how happy this makes me. like with school kicking my ass constantly and me being uber busy, its hard to find something to make me smile these days. this does
so here's one of the best ones out the ones i retrieved, as usual comments are very welcome
~Crazy~
WANTING TO RUN AND CRY AND HIDE FROM HAVING TO DO THIS
placid
like summer in a picture frame
she stands beneath me
looking up
taunting me with her wanting brow
a quiver present on her lips
begging for answers
cool
bouyant and briliant
view from this mountain peak
the
not-so-weeping-willow watching over
indeed the deafening tension
darting
her eyes go from left to right
seeking
ana ll encompassing answer
i look up
catching rain
emotionless voided rain
nervous
like being naked and unalone
for the first time
millions questin racing
answers finishing in a distant last
she shakes
eyes closed
boiling
beauty defined
in those lips once so pursed
coiled
rattling
ready to strike with the deadliest of venom
but nothing comes
the anxious silence resounds
with bitter hearts and broken words
like water-on-a-grease-fire calm
lo, the little one learned to let go
sinkin gin
paranoia
now the theme of the day
BUT
last week i did a google search for my journal name and came across about a dozen of cached searches google did last year that had a copy of the text on it, so guess what, i got like 12/13 of them back!
u have no idea how happy this makes me. like with school kicking my ass constantly and me being uber busy, its hard to find something to make me smile these days. this does
so here's one of the best ones out the ones i retrieved, as usual comments are very welcome
~Crazy~
WANTING TO RUN AND CRY AND HIDE FROM HAVING TO DO THIS
placid
like summer in a picture frame
she stands beneath me
looking up
taunting me with her wanting brow
a quiver present on her lips
begging for answers
cool
bouyant and briliant
view from this mountain peak
the
not-so-weeping-willow watching over
indeed the deafening tension
darting
her eyes go from left to right
seeking
ana ll encompassing answer
i look up
catching rain
emotionless voided rain
nervous
like being naked and unalone
for the first time
millions questin racing
answers finishing in a distant last
she shakes
eyes closed
boiling
beauty defined
in those lips once so pursed
coiled
rattling
ready to strike with the deadliest of venom
but nothing comes
the anxious silence resounds
with bitter hearts and broken words
like water-on-a-grease-fire calm
lo, the little one learned to let go
sinkin gin
paranoia
now the theme of the day