| my American Dream |
[06 Feb 2009|03:39pm] |
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A respectable Job, in a quite little town,
Keep your feet on the ground!
A dog and a Cat,
A nice little place to hang your hat,
with a White picket Fence,
Get married and settle down.
Husband and wife, 2.5 kids,
Should that be the life that i live?
What if I don't want all that?
What if I want to be someone?
the someone i have within
What if I just want to get by on my dreams
and that I don't always want to win?
Fight the Fight, and run the race!
Fighting yourselves and Running in Place
What if I want someone to love me?
I don't care who he is or where hes been
I want to stay young forever, while I'm growing old with you
What if I don't want to be successful?
sometime I just want to fail
And I will make all the mistakes I can
learn from them and prevail
And I will catch moonbeams in my hand,
And hold the stars at my feet,
and watch as the world rolls by
as I sit~
What if I want to hear music
and dance to a beat unheard?
I'll be dreaming while your sleeping
and resting while you work.
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This is a poem I have had for awhile, I wrote it for a poetry contest I never entered.
The subject was the American Dream.
I have always felt it just wasn't right until I recently re-read it and added that last verse.
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| Mechanical |
[06 Feb 2009|03:10pm] |
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Fallout 3: Galaxy News Radio |
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There is a feeling inside me connecting.
Mechanisms turning,
Soon I know its going to click.
My old parts returning to motion, fit into the new.
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| Scutter and Scurry |
[27 Sep 2008|01:24am] |
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Gaia Aquarium: Seashell Shock & Tiny Movements in my Room |
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Big black legs
moving all about in my
Crinkly plastic.
Gonna drive Me
Insane.
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[12 Apr 2007|05:42pm] |
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I am disgusted with myself for the way I let you crawl all over my skin. The way I let you...
I let you get familar, a pattern, a habit.
I thought I would lose something if it stoped.
I know I can wash away the grime that is left in the afterwards
but I can never erase the crime.
Only through God can my allowences be forgiven, and your acts be forgot.
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[22 Sep 2006|02:35am] |
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I exchanged one for another. Who is to say one path was better. Tommy, Mike, and the Other.
I would be happy any way I go.
Sadness would be to not pick one. At least I chose.
And I will stand by my choice. There is no going back, no moving in a differnet direction now.
I have set my feet firmly on this path
and I have walked a while way.
I am happy here, like I would be happy there?
Is there really any way to compare?
Being happy is a True or False statement.
There is no more or less.
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| In Japanese class... |
[18 Sep 2006|02:12pm] |
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Languages are swimming in my head
and I find I cant seem to call on my memory
for words I know I know.
Somehow they are replaced with their likenesses equally familar.
Meanings the same, origins different.
Derived from one to many.
Then pooling into the same point in my mind,
Where one word overlaps the others.
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| Only |
[18 Sep 2006|02:11pm] |
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Waiting on the Sun by Sixpence None the Richer |
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Only the sun can Bleach us;
only the rain can Reach us;
only the wind can teach us;
this body belongs to each of us.
Only the earth(land) can Still us;
only the ice can chill us;
only lighening can thrill us;
this body is filled with us.
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| Old Poetry |
[08 Jun 2006|06:31am] |
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Thank you
for holding the pieces of my broken heart together
While you mend it with a string
And you tell me that soon you will do better
when my tearstained heart flies away
Dreaming
Am I awake?
Or are you Dreaming?
Am I merely a spectator in this place?
Is my Existance, only seeming
to effect this world of your creation.
Am I a ghost of what you do
or a host of something new?
Do you pull my strings?
Or do I have my own set of wings?
______________
I do not sing to win glory
I do not sing for fame
I do it because my heart yearns it
I sing for my heart is bold
And I sing out all the
Feeling that I cannot hold
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The tears can flow/fall freely now
with nothing to fear or hide
cold, alone
I turn out the light, pick up the phone
but there is no one to call (no one at all)
tired, afraid
I know Ive stayed up too late, again
Laying dreamless on my bed
Images of you run through my head
Some day,
With love intertwined
and joy overflowing
I will stand
In white.
Promises Made,
A Bond for Eternity.
Mom
you say your always wrong
well that must be true
because your always right
and its always my fault
that your at fault
if your wrong then
how can I be right?
Im nobody you've made that clear
now I wish I could just disapear
you want me to tell you, the answers, to
questions, you dont want to hear
Every word, that I say
is an argument, turned your way
I Hate it, I Hate it, I Hate it
But I still love you
your always right
even if you tell me
my Eyes are blue
Just like the Skys
and you know my eyes
are brown
turned down
to the ground
And I fight with you
It doesnt matter who
is right
China Doll
shes just a broken china doll
her ceramic face dont feel the tears at all
her painted lips just keep smiling
through the pain
Traveling Salesman
I present myself to you
I give you my line
I show you all Ive got
and you turn me down in no time
Sometimes i feel like
a traveling salesman...
Im selling my love
and you wont buy it...
Sometimes i feel like
a traveling salesman...
but all I have to do is get
my foot in the door...
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| Raindrops |
[08 Jun 2006|06:23am] |
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The rain drops are my tears,
countless fall and kiss my skin.
My soul is so dark and filled with tears,
The stormy sky is its kin.
My tears flood my heart as well
My heart is heavy as they fill
Down, Down,
they lower me
into a deep, dark sea
But maybe just a puddle of
my tears from their absent love
The lighting makes my heart beat fast
against the tempo of the rain.
the thunder drums as the rain cascades
which brings out a beautiful serenade
and just as the skys tears make me sad,
the song makes me not feel as half as bad.
It fills me up and makes me whole
it falls when life is scarce and gently heals my soul.
The lonely tears I cry,
Don't feel as lonely in the many raindrops of the sky.
6:23 AM
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| Seraph |
[08 Jun 2006|06:15am] |
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Its rare and strange when you find a picture that fits you so perfectly,
that you wonder if the person that drew it pulled if from your own mind.
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[30 May 2006|04:57am] |
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Sigh. The sound of my name. A slow, soft release of sorrow.
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