| starting over. |
[08 Aug 2007|12:09am] |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mindvsmind
coming across some old entries i'm not too fond of. i'm starting a new journal not necessarily to forget, but to move on.
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| pen on paper. |
[15 Jul 2007|07:22am] |
pen on paper,
slowly you marinate the paper
with hurrying thoughts.
ink like black licorice.
scribbles of unsatisfying words.
nothing is ever good enough.
pen on paper,
you dance graciously across the paper
from left to right.
ink like black licorice.
sloppy writings of content words.
words chase my hand and pen,
which leans against the smooth paper,
with horizontal lines of aquamarine.
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| young folks. |
[05 Jul 2007|03:05am] |
if i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
handled all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talking 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talking 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talking 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one would surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something going on
hours seem to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going to
we can stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talking 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talking 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talking 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
and we don't care about the young folks
talking 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talking 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about our own folks
talking 'bout our own stuff
all we care about is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
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| fear of attachment. |
[29 Jun 2007|06:28pm] |
we strive to make everything positive in our lives last forever. and with all that in action, we proceed keeping in mind the phrase we've all heard over and over again; "nothing lasts forever." even the fierce waves of the ocean are predicted to have an end.
love, the complex, abstract, feeling is said to be omnipotent, and if it is proven to be true, must not terminate.
how does one so unstable and precarious hold on to something so precious and dangerous all at once?
how does one cope with paranoia of a compulsive fear that something, or someone so special, has become a necessity? (without wanting to let go.)
how can one contend true happiness in love without acting out?
hating to love, loving to hate.
without attachment, there is no suffering.
without suffering, how would one know what something positive feels like?
neutrality is sure to bore humanity.
continuing with such a fear can promise mental confusion.
being in love has never kept me so satisfied nor fearful before...until now.
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| pretend. |
[03 Jan 2007|07:02pm] |
you give a false appearance of being.
possessing.
performing.
you make believe.
you claim, represent, and assert;
falsely.
stop pretending, and start being real.
artificial love is not needed here.
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| elephant woman. |
[11 Jul 2006|01:40am] |
Angel I can see myself in your eyes
Angel won’t you feel for me from your heart
I wanna know how it'd feel
Do return my heart to me
No don’t insist I’m already hurt
Elephant girl
It was an accident unfortunate
Angel threw me like a rubber man
Aiming for the ground
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt
Lay me down on the ground softly softly
Don’t remove my head hurts much too much
You never return it
Well I wouldn’t miss it
I shed no tears for broken me
You never know it my peace of mind
Now inside and outside are matching
Why amuse yourself in such way
No don’t insist I’m already hurt
If you never return it
Will it break your wings
Will you shed no tear for broken me
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