•January 15, 2009 •
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It doesn’t matter what I did
It won’t matter what I’ll do
Just as long as I’m doing.
It doesn’t matter that it wasn’t for you
It won’t matter that it may not be you then too
Just as long as no one is fooling.
It doesn’t matter, that dark mind of yours.
It won’t matter if you find the light.
Just as long as your not doing.
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•October 28, 2008 •
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whizzing by your stationary motion
the platform strides around you
bombareded by the idea of going up
though your compilation brings you down
inch left or right and your still here
inch backwards and forwards, your stuck in the dimension of time
leap and you will be somewhere new
jump and you will land on never
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•October 22, 2008 •
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as created such an angry man
fighting to take an unworthy stand
locked and loaded, bullet ready for travel
taking over a time that has no right to be yours
corrupting a world that didn’t see you
that had no need to meet your existance
living and believing within their own historic tribe
closer to a god than you’ll ever be
keep fighting, kill a man you’ll never meet
saying god is whats making you commit
by killing a prophet, you don’t become one
still a murderer, no matter who you slain
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•July 17, 2008 •
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I’ve been having classic “ME“ syndrome and haven’t done anything on this blog since I got it. So, in order to take this at least take it one step past my previous endevours – I am giving you, a clip show…
I thought I would put out a few of the thingies I have written. Its not poetry really, mostly just statements. My life goal is to be able to put these statements and words into music…and I still intend on doing so. But until then, heres some me…
I don’t want to change how I feel because I love the never ending battle with myself. I like having my inner punches thrown back at me; its possibly the only reason I will wake up tomorrow.
If I could only trust myself to be capable of thinking, of doing, of becoming. What I hide is large. What I show is real; but real only so it can be understood. What you know is me; and the reasons I’m here; what you don’t know is in me, and the reason I’m still not there.
I fall asleep with a question and wake up with an answer; dreams are haunted, dreamed are horrid, dreams are beautiful, dreams are you. A human complex of cellular perfections; establishing collectives to beyond your own self.
There is a ball of anxiety pushing out of my gut. Shedding my skin would be nice, rather than having to rip it off. I can’t stop, not even to down and rest. Flying thoughts and ideas that carry dark and morbid emotion.
Justify your life;
the wrongs you’ve made
the poeple you hurt
the rights you fade.
Massivify you dark
followers will follow;
behind you they decay
your strength becomes hollow.
Populize your beliefs
scare them all to hear
because if they are scared they never know
all the true evils they should fear.
Neutralize your formulas,
backing out when all is dark
The shit you pulled is inhumane,
never thinking you’d meet your mark.
Justify your worth
forgive your evil foes
take your worth and remind yourself
of those things you humbly know.
This world is no place for us
The Yankee life can’t keep up safe.
When you cut your arms and burn your wrists
Searching for something clean of this mist.
To bleed is to remember what it is like to be sane;
Ending the hurt, ending the angry, ending the pain.
Pretend for a moment you really know how I feel;
And then have the balls to say its not real.
If you can’t handle the world, I understand why you go.
The guilt I feel of hurting others is why I still show;
Up in this world, hurting for years.
Hurting 20 more? It won’t happen, but its my greatest fear.
How can one continue knowing that the world is fucked?
How is this only my problem?
Because my ‘god’, I feel so stuck.
Today reminds me of a day that I could’ve chosen to smile; help you conquer just one mile.
I could have aided you to become the man you want to be; the man who wants to be with me.
You can’t ignore the hate in their lies
Their wold makes you so terrified.
In a daze…
you visualize then memorize the size of those who are satisfied…and then you realize
When you awake you double take to see the fake of all who make our world and break you down.
You see the ache and try to take this world into your own hands….
and end up living spending a life time for your own wake;
while they live for their own sake.
Everything I see today reminds me of a dream I had last night.
Places that don’t exist, times that never were, shed no difference from what I know and what I thought was sure.
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•July 11, 2008 •
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Hey everyone.
My name is Jessica and I’m a 25 year old female living Burlington, Ontario Canada. My live is currently a little boring but I often still have a lot to say. I’m not too sure what I want from this blog idea – but as I said, I have a lot to say and maybe someone has a lot of time on their hands…enough time to read my blog.
I will give all/any of the readers a warning that I am extremely sarcastic and usually am harmless. I understand everyone has the right to their own thoughts and ideas and I welcome hearing it all and enjoy the good discussions that leave you panicking at the end.
It took me a month to get this thing activated, and will most likely take me some time before I write something new – but I promise it will be more interesting than this one.
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