February 2010
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I cannot say I hate you,
That would be a lie.
Yet sometimes I can’t stand you,
And I really don’t know why.
Maybe it’s the chilly air,
I wake up to in winter.
Perhaps it’s just the trains that blare,
Or the old wood that gives me splinters.
But when Spring melts into Summer,
I really can’t complain,
Until there always is another,
Change in the seasons again.
But I can always make it...
This old house
It tells me stories
It whispers them through the walls
In my ear when I am sleeping;
It told me of the day
When the Indians came
Of the thoughts that were there
Of the fears that were shared;
Also when there was committed
A treason
They ratted her out
Without much of a reason;
Treasures hidden
Out of sight
Strange noisy creatures
In the night;
Only a glimpse
Of what...
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the Dream
Freedom
From judgmental glances
No more holding back
Freedom
From our parents’ wings
Time to spread our own
Freedom
From always being logical
Let’s forget and have fun
Freedom
From enormous expectations
We’ll choose our own destinies
Freedom
From our past lives
Building new ones far from home
Freedom
It’s the Dream
Come chase it with me on the winds of chance
Freedom
We’ll never...
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heart disease
coming on with silent swiftness
dripping now through every vein
poisoning all thoughts and actions
blocking the truth from view;
the truth about this imitation
this thing we call a relationship
doomed before it ever started
the only sure promise pain;
ive given up the struggle
its hopeless pointless now
im aching in the silence
alone in my withdrawal
a dream
i sat today and thought,
i never said a word,
about a dream i’d had,
which left me quite disturbed.
you told me that you loved me,
that you had now for a while,
but you hadn’t the courage to tell me,
afraid of my denial.
then i told you that i loved you back,
you had nothing left to fear,
so you held me through the black night,
before you disappeared.
and in the morning,
...
Love
Commonly mistaken and misdiagnosed,
a trickier illness to verify than most.
It can be a great threat upon the inflicted,
but before you fret
please read the description.
Symptoms:
A short attention span,
a twinkle in their eyes;
constantly they’re smiling,
with stomach butterflies.
There is no clear-cut cure,
a pill, or treatment method.
So do keep this in mind,
before you go...
post-its :)
you help me organize my day all the way through
i just can’t think what i’d do without you.
beside my bed
on the mirror
in my pocket
you’re always near.
you guide my day
without much delay
so i won’t get lost
and go the wrong way.
words
words of worthless meaning trip my lonely heart send it spiraling down and they leave me in the dark
and in the dark im sick of longing for things that cannot be were just a distant mirage the image of you and me
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“A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.”
– Albert Camus
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