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[02 Oct 2007|12:20am] |
I forgot about this. I wrote this back in May. Roughest month of the year...
and another day of salt smear and sweat
who knows where things go;
they're probably repaired i would bet
shipped off-repackaged-and things are all new
you don't know any better that you've got the same thing
it's just a little better and actually working
just submit a request and wait for some time
and simply hope for the best
I guess that the cavern caved in
without a sound or creak it towered on down
unsuspectingly
there were two coal miners inside
with their own families and their own lines
one man suffocates
the other one catches a breath of air
a slow steady breeze breaking through the crack
the miner lives on
the ambulance said i'm sorry dear
the fellow never made it so i'll just make it clear
the cave in had no warning
and he fell dead from shock not even from the stone
we;ll bury him and take good care of the corpse
even though you;ll need to fill some reports
your life still, carries on
we checked out his background and we looked through his home
he seemed that he lived all alone
with serving sizes that feed only one
he just needed a friend
there were carvings, pictures, and songs galore
all spread out on his bedroom floor
there was more to this boy than it really seemed
in his books and pictures he he wrote a story
about the thing that always worried his little heart
simply he feared being all alone
he was always told he was too young for the mine
that he wasn't ready for sometime
but he loved it all the same
he wouldn't give it up for the rest of the world
wouldn't trade in working hard just to see the pretty mine
he knew what he mined would turn into diamond
just knowing that it put a smile on someones face
it just made his day
still we wonder what would he say
if he still were around today
did he feel the mine turned on his back
did he mine a little to hard? or was he insufficient in his work
or did the mine not care
his obituary never showed up on the front page
it was in a little corner tucked away
were no one really saw
the boy was really all alone
a few months later and some forensic experts
found out that the cave was really just hurt
by the coal miner
he hit the nerve of the cave too often
showed a little too much loving
with his little mine pick
he sat and destroyed the base of the cave
not realize one day it might rain
with rocks and boulders
in the sift through all his stuff
a piece of paper with some scribble was found
it said "for when I'm not around"
we unfolded it and said
"all i need is cold hands to bring me back to life"
no one ever knew what it meant
it was trashed and tossed away on the tuesday trash
he left no legacy
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[01 Oct 2007|04:33pm] |
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Hah, reading back I noticed the last entry was on the morning of November 15th, 2006. Haven't made an entry since I got the balls to ask an awesome girl to see mofuckin' Santa Clause 3. Even in May and August I didn't put entry's in. During these last like 9-10 months I've tried to write in here. It's just seemed impossible to write anymore. I've had so much to say and create about this last 10 months but I can't seem to get it out on paper/text.
I feel kinda like some part of me is missing again, like I can't get my witty lyrical venting anymore. It was something creative for once. I feel like I've lost any talent I've had. I almost never play guitar or keyboard anymore and I never play Cello anymore. I've lost all interest in visual arts ever since Harrison, I can't draw anymore. I try but I get irritated, lack of ideas, getting ideas and being unable to get it out on the paper. I never really had any sort of talent besides that.
I hope I can some how "rediscover" myself in Luisianna and form out and clean up what I am. Maybe something'll click and I can regain some sort of talent.
There's so much more I want to type but it's too jumbled and the mass is too damn big for me to type up without getting carpal tunnel or something.
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[15 Nov 2006|08:08am] |
hahahaha more like under exaggeration
THERE;S MORE TO COME TONIGHT
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[14 Nov 2006|04:00pm] |
we;re the ones who should be
dining with wine
being fed grapes straight from the vine
yet stuck in our own imprisonment in time
letusfreeletusfree
remember the time in kindergarten
with your failsafe scissors
where you cut out your heart
and gave it freely
so cute so cute
so sincere or is this insincerity
fast forward
rewind
fast forward
fast forward
let me fast forward
to when the precipitation freezes
to when it;s so cold you can see your breath
i can see my breath in their eyes
let me be the orator?
let me write one line
unrust these screws and let me in
these arms hurt from holding out
DEATH TO THESE DISTRACTIONS
these words are divine
oh we;re ready to find, the detonator
it;s the perspective that unfolds
into utopia
too bad it;s ideas that are like mine
that don;t seem to fly
with the standard
so in love with being in love
we build these structured monuments
but a blow of the wind will destroy the foundation
and the effort of mine and the passing of time creates
piles of shattered glass
this is over exaggeration
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[18 Sep 2006|03:53pm] |
there's a wall right past these shallow waters
when we reach the point where we hit a halt
it's here that we'll never find
there's a place free of roaches
inside this city you won't find
what she preaches
isn't what you'll find
we fly over this city
dodge all the archers
LET US FREE
we're drowning in these shallow waters
i see a dead man's smile
which reaches my pearl white face
oh dear, i feel so weary
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[16 Aug 2006|05:12pm] |
listen to all these people
THIS IS HOW WE RIDE
listen to all these people
THIS IS HOW WE RIDE
we're coming home tonight
DAY OUT DAY IN
DAY OUT DAY IN
drive drive drive
drive in the day
drive the day right out
the axiom of your rule is facade
your insides decompose
send me the label
that assumes the worse
with the entrails attached
drink the isopropyl
it's really the hardest part
try not to trip
& your liver may fail you
but not before the dream fails us
drive east
drive west
drive sex
sex drive
we drive tonight
GET OUT
COME IN
GO OUT
GO IN
It never ends.
walk in
the doors open
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[15 Aug 2006|01:38pm] |
we scream KILLER!
killer in the courtyard
get the guards back out
swing round; swing round
swing round shadows
swing round shadows
bring out the light
find a way out
swing round shadows killer
the vultures are out tonight
don't look past us
you can't get this right
the sharp wind cuts
as we drown in this town
we never believed to be this shallow
set it right SET IT RIGHT
for we may not reach tomorrow
take_cover//
here comes the massacre
no one leaves without a gurney
just take a look
we're blind between the lines
speed it up!
just take a look
don't look past this
let the vibrations consume you
cause the vultures are out tonight
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[14 Aug 2006|05:56pm] |
these salt-stained; smeared paintings
make you loose your clutch on what's in front
these threads are sparse; knots tied loose
the soundtrack plays a long
we brood and brood and brood
you can't reach your goals
better times; better ways
better times; better ways
here is of the lowest places
there is where we are, were we'll be, where we've been
DESPAIR!
DESPAIR!
DESPAIR!
we live with boundaries.
this world has no boundaries.
FLIP THE SWITCH FLIP THE SWITCH
we dim the lights
we flip our hair
we fall apart & remake there
we fall asleep
it doesn't mean we'll wake up;
stare at the walls; feel the vibrations
be consumed whole
the third is destroyed
the second bound
the first lost
the dream is lost
the night forgotten
we've been hired for destruction
ones conscience left in the void
been in the dark
a familiar heat is about the air
a swarmguard moves about smoothly against your skin
let me create this imagery
of us dying the world growing
floating... melting... falling..
time stands still
this isn't about what you think it is
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[04 Jul 2006|07:52pm] |
i once had a mind, a heart, and a soul.
now i have 10 numb finger tips & a mass of blank grey matter floating about my skull.
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[14 Jun 2006|05:32am] |
same people.
same lies.
same mistakes.
same pain.
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[13 Jun 2006|11:32pm] |
there was a girl who passed me by;
she gave a smile, but i was shy
and i looked down, so down
don't look down
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[10 Jun 2006|05:48pm] |
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Right now, I don't even know.
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[05 Jun 2006|11:38am] |
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i stayed up all night wondering what the inside of a raven's bones looked like.
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[19 May 2006|08:05pm] |
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if i can't hear your heart beat, you're too far away
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