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some people end up happy. but more importantly, some people are happy. and they're not kidding themselves, or caught up in some quiet desperation bullshit. What kind of arogant prick says someone isn't really happy when they very well might be. anyway... i could be happy. and i will be. i just need to figure my own shit out and ten decide ( Read more... ) -
feelin weepy
oh my god fall play.
i think ive cried more in this past month than the whole last year, maybe the year before that too. debbie's just a crazy person. but whatever.
just thought id share a little today, seeing as its been a while. i guess there hasnt been that much angst in my life lately. until, of course, fall play came along.
peace -
new poem
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a narrative
I haven't always preferred silence. I used to cut it with any question that popped into my mind. I had a lot of questions. But it's different now. I guess I'm no longer afraid of where my thoughts may lead me in the silence. I've come to grips with my own wierdness, I guess ( Read more... ) -
poetry is just prose with line breaks
one thing
can throw you into a funk.
on thing
can set you off.
then everything
is viewed through a grey filter.
something you wouldve shrugged off
is now seen as another omen
that life has swan-dived.
you just gotta claw
your way out again.
without digging yourself
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new project
mr. r-n once told us to becomes "collectors of quotes." and so today i finally took his advice. i love the line "three leahs for one rachel" from the book tess of the d'urbervilles. its so romantic, and plus, it has my name in it. so i wrote it on a piece of construction paper, and taped it to the top corner of a wall in my room. i plan to ( Read more... ) -
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the combination was just right. simply and concretely right. the music, the novel. the right song at the right point in the story. it was enough to make her cry. add the rush of hormones only the softer sex can identify with and you got a real sob. the she began to write. and her own words in front of her, pouring out from her temporarily ( Read more... )