(781.)Harness It 3:53 AM 06/26/07
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We have defaced a beautiful planet
That's fine by me
but we should stop it if we can help it
Harness chaos
don't fight it
it only causes more casualties
make your enemies friends
and you shall have no enemies
only friends
who would gladly stab you in the back
if they only had a reason
so don't give them one
(782.) It 4:01 AM - 5:11 AM
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Let me define it for you
this is not cut and dry
there will be a dotted line
that runs over itself
that sort of becomes a solid line
so don't trust that
as a matter of fact,
just put away the scissors
it's a feeling of accomplishment
when you haven't really accomplished anything
anything worth calling accomplishment atleast
sort of
but you have accomplished something
keep that bit in mind!
Perhaps you have accomplished something
Just no one seems to reward you for it
not even yourself
it's like a simile
in the way it's comparing two things
using like
but it's more than a simile
because it's just more than like
it's a little like a little bit more than like
like, you know?
it's a fleeting moment
that seems to last forever
a sentence with no period.
Or any other punctuation for that matter
Except it follows every grammatical law
that the those stingy burreucrats have instated
And it's standing at the podium preaching to them
and dying in it's own gas chambers for what it believes in
not a self-made martyr
nor another statistic in the papers
a tally,
a total,
a number,
and a letter
That's what it is.
But it's not a hypocrite.
Or a contradiction.
Perhaps a Paradox.
But always a good one.
It's it is.
isn't it?
I'm not sure,
but I think I am it.
And so are you.
But I am not you.
You are not I.
It's nothing like a single hand clapping
(Though it is possible)
It's not it's original face before it was born
(Which I believe is it's mother and fathers)
Though I suppose it could be 3 pounds of Flax.
(Aren't we all?)
It's no koan.
But it's equally perplexing
It's reaching nirvana,
through Christ,
arriving at the table of the Gods,
Zeus raising his cup to you,
toasting to your dance with Venus,
as you talk religion with Muhammad,
and win a duel with Krishna,
and being reborn and not remembering a thing
Except the sneaking suspicion you should have a suspicion
It's much the same as a racing snowmobile
that flips over
trapping you,
but the ice weasels never come
It's no Catch-22.
It is black and white
Mixed together
Yin and Yang I suppose.
Blured lines.
Dotted lines though,
let us not forget.
It's being good
at mindless things
and bad at being bad
But failing nonetheless
it's succeeding at failing,
but not succeeding to fail.
I swear it's not a contradiction.
It's experiencing love
everyday
with everything
but not everyone
just so it doesn't lose it's luster
It's like silver that shines brighter now
Than it ever did.
The white paint you put on this canvas
turns out brighter than the canvas
you put it on
It's a humanitarian
That's black.
And white.
Cold hard factual.
(It's not racist)
It'd rather be Mocha if it had a choice.
It is free-will.
Pre-determined
And it breaks tha barriers set for it.
At all times.
It reads,
writes,
types,
and is generally
blind.
It's eyes read in brail.
For the life of it,
it can't figure out how
It longs for well water,
but settles for the bottles,
the other bring it.
It's love.
(Not really,
but it wishes it were)
It's in love.
With love.
(But love doesn't seem to return it's phone calls)
It's the only sane thing left,
but commits itself,
just to be safe.
It's probably the most sane,
thus making it horribley sane.
It often ponders what sane is,
and often at times reckons to find
Alfred Korzybski in the afterlife,
if only to shake his hand,
and follow that up with an ass-kicking.
It's not me.
It's not my mother's child,
my father's child,
or any child for that matter.
But wait, it is I!
Damn grammar.
It is I, but not me.
It is you, but also you.
It is confusing.
But seems to fit into a mold.
That breaks and recreates itself everyday.
It's not the Alpha,
Ω,
Beta,
but at times it is ω
and also,
φ
The last for reasons this poet still doesn't know
It has no nationality,
but is oddly patriotic.
It has seen many nations,
many worlds,
many existences,
and still can't find the 100th piece of the $1 puzzle.
It believes it to be hidden under the couch.
But still doesn't look for it.
It doesn't want to be a God.
It's not bisexual.
But it still thinks about the other sex from time to time.
Whatever that may be.
it doesn't tell me.
It's not the lorax.
Or the Grimace.
And it can probably be killed.
but thankfully,
no one has tried.
It will not live one minute over forever.
(it doesn't want to be greedy after-all,
there's plenty of eternity for everyone)
I fear it sometimes,
but it's hug, at times, leaves me comforted.
Sometimes it just scares me more.
Then only it's promises calm me.
What promises?
Well it promises to keep a secret,
and I the same.
So I can't tell you what.
Besides what it is.
Well, not what exactly.
I'm going to tell you everything but what.
And about what.
But not what.
For I would like for it to keep faith in me.
It has faith in all of us.
But at times we have none it it.
I wonder, will anyone know our secret?
We all meet it.
We all are it.
We all live it.
Breath it.
But no one worships it.
And it is happy for that.
It wonders,
It wanders,
It wenders,
It winders,
It wunders,
and sometimes even wynders.
but won't tell me how.
And it prays.
To no one but itelf.
Every night.
But no one but itself ever answers.
And it takes comfort in this.
It is Agnostic.
Because it is stupid.
It is it.
Because it is wise.
I love it.
And it loves me.
And really,
that is all I need to know about it.
But I'm always open for questions.
So what do you want to know about it?
I'd be glad to tell you everything but our secret.
It's over now.
(The poem that is)
(783.) Cold 07/09/07 2:20 AM - 2:23 AM
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Sweet footsteps leave traces
on soft snow
and delicate hands pick icicles
off sleeping trees
while pursed lips sing songs
in a passing breeze
with pure eyes scanning
a sky full of promises but devoid of clouds.
She walks to me
but only in my dreams
(784.) After All These Years 07/09/07 2:25 AM
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I still love her.
No one can take that away.
Not even her.
But when she calls my name
It hurts me,
but I don't come running
(785.) Diesel 07/09/07 2:27 AM - 2:28 AM
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Guilt stains my mind
Forgive me
but there is no one who will forgive me
For he is gone
And only his assurance would clean what I have sullied
Sometimes I wish God was there
(786.) The Future
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We will become our grandparents
We will gripe about how easy kids have it
And how we had to trudge through the internet on 56k modems
And how our TVs weren't always this clean and crip looking
I remember back in my day,
we had to have a tape in the VCR to record anything
I'm not going to complain,
I like the future
(787.) Leave Yourself A Clue Mitchell 4:05 AM - 4:11 AM 07/19/07
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I wish I had someone to write a love poem to.
Since I have no one, you my friend will have to do.
Why you?
I have no romantic feelings for you, it's true.
I just think you deserve a poem.
You'll read this someday I'm sure.
And perhaps by then I'll forget who this is really for.
by then I'll have a cure,
For this lonely heart that I endure.
But once again, I'm just bitching.
So,
when you read this just know,
no matter where on this Earth you go
My sentiments will follow.
(Space is apparently too far)
I don't love you romantically.
But I do love you.
And I wish you well.
I wonder if you'll ever know this poem is for you.
(788.) 4:13 AM 07/19/07
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Don't be so shy.
I mean no harm.
I want only,
your smile.
(789.) THIS is art. 4:24 AM
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As if I needed his approval
To decide if something was art or not.
I'll be the judge of that
So stop shitting on everyone else
And just keep shitting out that crap on paper
(790.) I Can Feel Your Smile 07/29/07 8:13 AM -
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I can feel your smile.
And it is fake.
I miss the warmth of your old smile.
The smile that I brought out.
The one you showed me when I made you laugh.
When I did something special for you.
This smile,
I can feel it,
and it is sad.
Your sadness pains me.
but the fact that I can't comfort you.
Pains me more.
What happened to the smile I fell in love with?
I still have the photos.
And you make me smile.
Or at least you used to.
If only stealing yor soul,
was as easy as taking that picture
I've moved on
But I will always carry that smile with me.
I can feel your smile.
And it's memory is warming.
But it's reality is lost.
I'll always miss your smile.
I'll always love you.
And I'll always wonder what could have been.
(791.) 07/31/07 12:27 PM - 12:28 PM
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Tiny arms wrapped around me.
"I love you uncle Mitchell."
And I you, Shy.
(792.) The City 08/07/07 2:35 AM - 2:36 AM
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Every little bar
makes another step
on the roller coaster city
and my music hangs overhead
so they can all hear me
when I hum
my furry little companion
purrs peacefully
to sleep
And I don't think I'll ever
want to get off this ride
(793.) When The Day Comes, Come See Me 08/10/07 3:25 AM - 3:31 AM
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I'm standing here
Inviting you to please come back
I won't cheapen your life with petty excuses
"what about your friends?"
"Your family?"
"What about your children?"
"What about all those you'd leave behind?"
You know exactly what they'd do
Doing it for revenge is silly
Effective I suppose
But silly
In the name of science?
You know as well as I do the odds of you coming back are low.
So your data would just satiate yourself
And wouldn't advance science an inch
You're worth something you know
To me
To the "greater good"
To probably more people than you realize
I have a feeling at this point you don't care
There's a lot of things you should at least try
Before you make the plunge
have you loved?
Have you traveled?
Wasted a day?
Have you learned?
Have you felt pain?
Have you lived?
You have to at least live before you die.
Existing is one thing my friend.
We all do that.
Why not at least try to live?
I'll help you
I promise
I have patience
Take your time
Not your life
Please
Just talk to me first.
(794.) Let's Talk About Se..Life! 08/12/07 1:53 AM
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Talk to me of life.
Your life
Someone else's life
Someone's you don't know life
A life you want
A good life
A bad life
The life
No life
Breathe life into a sentence of life
Live life vicariously through a fucking sentence
Please.
(795.) Kill It, Why Not? 08/17/07 4:45 AM - 4:48 AM
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Long blade like shoulders
Callous smile
Grandiose dreams
And she will kill this universe
We will be but red slushes on the ground
Puddled around her ankles
sliding down her leg
We will not move again
The rythm was prescribed
From 30 men
With 30 different views
Of 30 different things
But they meshed horribley
And disorder reigned
Over us.
She will not spare us
with her reptile skin
he will not improve
with his spineless ways
no,
the world is too much for some
and all they'll do is kill it
(796.) Know What To Follow 08/21/07 7:14 PM
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Don't follow your gut.
Follow your heart
but your heart diverts 99% of all queries to the mind
And the 1% it does answer,
You should have asked your soul to begin with.
(797.) Liver Cancer 08/25/07 4:56 PM - 4:58 PM
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I wanted to be there.
And see her smile
Put her head down
Sleep
I wanted to touch her
Let her know it's okay
Hug her
Tell her I loved her
Have her tail wag one last time
I would have cried
I should have cried
I miss her already
(798.) Useless Babble 08/22/07 11 AM
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And so consequentely as a result
implies that the point is demonstrates that
it is clear that therefore then for these reasons
means that it is likely that as a consequence
it indicates that accordingly it follows that
in fact serves to show that we infer that
hence is evidence that suggests in short
it must be that in conclusion
we don't really know anything at all
(799.) Rewrite It Again 08/29/07
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Would you speak to me
in tounges I don't know
of things I have never felt
and perhaps never will
And we will watch tim stumble over itself
into quantum connundrums
that men will kill themselves over
then we can laugh in our our world of uncertainties
I don't know your name
I don't know your goals
I barely know your face
I only know this moment
It seems that's enough
So take my hand
We will rewrite the laws of this world
Finding patterns inbetween the fabrics of our sheets
Making theories
Testing God himself
Teach me about yourself
And I will rewrite my world in your essence
(800.) Nice Girl 10/10/07 12:04 PM - 12:13 PM
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I thirst
a year in this wasteland
where I am parched to the soul
has dried me
water will do nothing
love may heal me
but it need be pure
I long for a straw
to dip into the sea of love
and suck
untill the stream is clean
then only true love
will make it through the filter
Here I am though
at the faucet of youth
watching others drink haphazardly
spilling it everywhere
and my knowledge of how precious each drop is
prevents me from quenching this thirst
One cup filled
holds so much poison
that I dare not risk it
and sifting through by hand
take so long
I am tired
I am thirsty
I am lonely
and the water here is tainted.
Can't I just have a nice girl to quench my thirst?
(801.) Pessimistic Drunk
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God damn you Charles.
Just because you made
mistakes
Doesn't mean everyone else is going to
You're a pessimistic
drunk
with more mistakes than
New York
How many bastard children did you have?
Then wayward teens angry with everything
come along and read your drunken
slurs
and have a new lesson for sunday
school
Claiming your fame as proof enough of your backward views
I read you because you make me laugh
I respect you for your drunken way with words
Not your views
You damn
horny
drunken
pessimistic
bastard
(802.) Peddling
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Anything you want,
you can be denied
anything you need
may not be supplied
(803.) Gramophone
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So as she injected the needle
into another dirty groove
the record played a sad song of addiction
(804.) 20% Off On Black Friday
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When you sell your soul,
i suggest you ask for a receipt
when you buy another's soul
make sure to pay extra to have it wrapped in deceit.
(805.) Old Age Will Destroy A Weak Spirit 10/15/07
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To Him:
He's smarter than me.
I'm too young to have an opinion.
I'm too naive.
I'm irresponsible
I don't have a real job and the REAL business world is going to eat me alive
I hope that there is a happy ending when it's all over.
I go to bed every night alone
And I only hear I love yous when I ask for them.
I don't feel I love yous anymore
I'm not depressed
This little light of mine
This little light of mine
It is dark in this home
it is cold
and it is blisteringly hot
all the comforts of a house
all the inconsistencies of the wild
or perhaps the other way around
he worries about me
I worry about him
he worries about money
I worry about love
I may end up poor
unsuccessful
but I will not
fucking
end up
alone.
More than I can say for him.
I worry about him
I want to leave
but I'm shackled down by his doubt
I don't know if I love him
and I feel heartless for thinking that
sadness
stay
away
p
l
ease......
(806.) Stub 10/30/07 4:42 AM
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We went to see a movie but you never made it there
I gave him my stub and he left for good
You were sick somewhere
and I left you
but it was all a dream
and I awoke and you had the same
and I apologize
so we tried again
you made it just fine
falling asleep next to each other
holding nothing
but time went on
and you slowly held my hand
then me
but I awoke
and you didn't have the same
and I apologize
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We have defaced a beautiful planet
That's fine by me
but we should stop it if we can help it
Harness chaos
don't fight it
it only causes more casualties
make your enemies friends
and you shall have no enemies
only friends
who would gladly stab you in the back
if they only had a reason
so don't give them one
(782.) It 4:01 AM - 5:11 AM
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Let me define it for you
this is not cut and dry
there will be a dotted line
that runs over itself
that sort of becomes a solid line
so don't trust that
as a matter of fact,
just put away the scissors
it's a feeling of accomplishment
when you haven't really accomplished anything
anything worth calling accomplishment atleast
sort of
but you have accomplished something
keep that bit in mind!
Perhaps you have accomplished something
Just no one seems to reward you for it
not even yourself
it's like a simile
in the way it's comparing two things
using like
but it's more than a simile
because it's just more than like
it's a little like a little bit more than like
like, you know?
it's a fleeting moment
that seems to last forever
a sentence with no period.
Or any other punctuation for that matter
Except it follows every grammatical law
that the those stingy burreucrats have instated
And it's standing at the podium preaching to them
and dying in it's own gas chambers for what it believes in
not a self-made martyr
nor another statistic in the papers
a tally,
a total,
a number,
and a letter
That's what it is.
But it's not a hypocrite.
Or a contradiction.
Perhaps a Paradox.
But always a good one.
It's it is.
isn't it?
I'm not sure,
but I think I am it.
And so are you.
But I am not you.
You are not I.
It's nothing like a single hand clapping
(Though it is possible)
It's not it's original face before it was born
(Which I believe is it's mother and fathers)
Though I suppose it could be 3 pounds of Flax.
(Aren't we all?)
It's no koan.
But it's equally perplexing
It's reaching nirvana,
through Christ,
arriving at the table of the Gods,
Zeus raising his cup to you,
toasting to your dance with Venus,
as you talk religion with Muhammad,
and win a duel with Krishna,
and being reborn and not remembering a thing
Except the sneaking suspicion you should have a suspicion
It's much the same as a racing snowmobile
that flips over
trapping you,
but the ice weasels never come
It's no Catch-22.
It is black and white
Mixed together
Yin and Yang I suppose.
Blured lines.
Dotted lines though,
let us not forget.
It's being good
at mindless things
and bad at being bad
But failing nonetheless
it's succeeding at failing,
but not succeeding to fail.
I swear it's not a contradiction.
It's experiencing love
everyday
with everything
but not everyone
just so it doesn't lose it's luster
It's like silver that shines brighter now
Than it ever did.
The white paint you put on this canvas
turns out brighter than the canvas
you put it on
It's a humanitarian
That's black.
And white.
Cold hard factual.
(It's not racist)
It'd rather be Mocha if it had a choice.
It is free-will.
Pre-determined
And it breaks tha barriers set for it.
At all times.
It reads,
writes,
types,
and is generally
blind.
It's eyes read in brail.
For the life of it,
it can't figure out how
It longs for well water,
but settles for the bottles,
the other bring it.
It's love.
(Not really,
but it wishes it were)
It's in love.
With love.
(But love doesn't seem to return it's phone calls)
It's the only sane thing left,
but commits itself,
just to be safe.
It's probably the most sane,
thus making it horribley sane.
It often ponders what sane is,
and often at times reckons to find
Alfred Korzybski in the afterlife,
if only to shake his hand,
and follow that up with an ass-kicking.
It's not me.
It's not my mother's child,
my father's child,
or any child for that matter.
But wait, it is I!
Damn grammar.
It is I, but not me.
It is you, but also you.
It is confusing.
But seems to fit into a mold.
That breaks and recreates itself everyday.
It's not the Alpha,
Ω,
Beta,
but at times it is ω
and also,
φ
The last for reasons this poet still doesn't know
It has no nationality,
but is oddly patriotic.
It has seen many nations,
many worlds,
many existences,
and still can't find the 100th piece of the $1 puzzle.
It believes it to be hidden under the couch.
But still doesn't look for it.
It doesn't want to be a God.
It's not bisexual.
But it still thinks about the other sex from time to time.
Whatever that may be.
it doesn't tell me.
It's not the lorax.
Or the Grimace.
And it can probably be killed.
but thankfully,
no one has tried.
It will not live one minute over forever.
(it doesn't want to be greedy after-all,
there's plenty of eternity for everyone)
I fear it sometimes,
but it's hug, at times, leaves me comforted.
Sometimes it just scares me more.
Then only it's promises calm me.
What promises?
Well it promises to keep a secret,
and I the same.
So I can't tell you what.
Besides what it is.
Well, not what exactly.
I'm going to tell you everything but what.
And about what.
But not what.
For I would like for it to keep faith in me.
It has faith in all of us.
But at times we have none it it.
I wonder, will anyone know our secret?
We all meet it.
We all are it.
We all live it.
Breath it.
But no one worships it.
And it is happy for that.
It wonders,
It wanders,
It wenders,
It winders,
It wunders,
and sometimes even wynders.
but won't tell me how.
And it prays.
To no one but itelf.
Every night.
But no one but itself ever answers.
And it takes comfort in this.
It is Agnostic.
Because it is stupid.
It is it.
Because it is wise.
I love it.
And it loves me.
And really,
that is all I need to know about it.
But I'm always open for questions.
So what do you want to know about it?
I'd be glad to tell you everything but our secret.
It's over now.
(The poem that is)
(783.) Cold 07/09/07 2:20 AM - 2:23 AM
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Sweet footsteps leave traces
on soft snow
and delicate hands pick icicles
off sleeping trees
while pursed lips sing songs
in a passing breeze
with pure eyes scanning
a sky full of promises but devoid of clouds.
She walks to me
but only in my dreams
(784.) After All These Years 07/09/07 2:25 AM
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I still love her.
No one can take that away.
Not even her.
But when she calls my name
It hurts me,
but I don't come running
(785.) Diesel 07/09/07 2:27 AM - 2:28 AM
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Guilt stains my mind
Forgive me
but there is no one who will forgive me
For he is gone
And only his assurance would clean what I have sullied
Sometimes I wish God was there
(786.) The Future
=---------------------------------------------------=
We will become our grandparents
We will gripe about how easy kids have it
And how we had to trudge through the internet on 56k modems
And how our TVs weren't always this clean and crip looking
I remember back in my day,
we had to have a tape in the VCR to record anything
I'm not going to complain,
I like the future
(787.) Leave Yourself A Clue Mitchell 4:05 AM - 4:11 AM 07/19/07
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I wish I had someone to write a love poem to.
Since I have no one, you my friend will have to do.
Why you?
I have no romantic feelings for you, it's true.
I just think you deserve a poem.
You'll read this someday I'm sure.
And perhaps by then I'll forget who this is really for.
by then I'll have a cure,
For this lonely heart that I endure.
But once again, I'm just bitching.
So,
when you read this just know,
no matter where on this Earth you go
My sentiments will follow.
(Space is apparently too far)
I don't love you romantically.
But I do love you.
And I wish you well.
I wonder if you'll ever know this poem is for you.
(788.) 4:13 AM 07/19/07
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Don't be so shy.
I mean no harm.
I want only,
your smile.
(789.) THIS is art. 4:24 AM
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As if I needed his approval
To decide if something was art or not.
I'll be the judge of that
So stop shitting on everyone else
And just keep shitting out that crap on paper
(790.) I Can Feel Your Smile 07/29/07 8:13 AM -
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I can feel your smile.
And it is fake.
I miss the warmth of your old smile.
The smile that I brought out.
The one you showed me when I made you laugh.
When I did something special for you.
This smile,
I can feel it,
and it is sad.
Your sadness pains me.
but the fact that I can't comfort you.
Pains me more.
What happened to the smile I fell in love with?
I still have the photos.
And you make me smile.
Or at least you used to.
If only stealing yor soul,
was as easy as taking that picture
I've moved on
But I will always carry that smile with me.
I can feel your smile.
And it's memory is warming.
But it's reality is lost.
I'll always miss your smile.
I'll always love you.
And I'll always wonder what could have been.
(791.) 07/31/07 12:27 PM - 12:28 PM
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Tiny arms wrapped around me.
"I love you uncle Mitchell."
And I you, Shy.
(792.) The City 08/07/07 2:35 AM - 2:36 AM
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Every little bar
makes another step
on the roller coaster city
and my music hangs overhead
so they can all hear me
when I hum
my furry little companion
purrs peacefully
to sleep
And I don't think I'll ever
want to get off this ride
(793.) When The Day Comes, Come See Me 08/10/07 3:25 AM - 3:31 AM
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I'm standing here
Inviting you to please come back
I won't cheapen your life with petty excuses
"what about your friends?"
"Your family?"
"What about your children?"
"What about all those you'd leave behind?"
You know exactly what they'd do
Doing it for revenge is silly
Effective I suppose
But silly
In the name of science?
You know as well as I do the odds of you coming back are low.
So your data would just satiate yourself
And wouldn't advance science an inch
You're worth something you know
To me
To the "greater good"
To probably more people than you realize
I have a feeling at this point you don't care
There's a lot of things you should at least try
Before you make the plunge
have you loved?
Have you traveled?
Wasted a day?
Have you learned?
Have you felt pain?
Have you lived?
You have to at least live before you die.
Existing is one thing my friend.
We all do that.
Why not at least try to live?
I'll help you
I promise
I have patience
Take your time
Not your life
Please
Just talk to me first.
(794.) Let's Talk About Se..Life! 08/12/07 1:53 AM
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Talk to me of life.
Your life
Someone else's life
Someone's you don't know life
A life you want
A good life
A bad life
The life
No life
Breathe life into a sentence of life
Live life vicariously through a fucking sentence
Please.
(795.) Kill It, Why Not? 08/17/07 4:45 AM - 4:48 AM
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Long blade like shoulders
Callous smile
Grandiose dreams
And she will kill this universe
We will be but red slushes on the ground
Puddled around her ankles
sliding down her leg
We will not move again
The rythm was prescribed
From 30 men
With 30 different views
Of 30 different things
But they meshed horribley
And disorder reigned
Over us.
She will not spare us
with her reptile skin
he will not improve
with his spineless ways
no,
the world is too much for some
and all they'll do is kill it
(796.) Know What To Follow 08/21/07 7:14 PM
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Don't follow your gut.
Follow your heart
but your heart diverts 99% of all queries to the mind
And the 1% it does answer,
You should have asked your soul to begin with.
(797.) Liver Cancer 08/25/07 4:56 PM - 4:58 PM
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I wanted to be there.
And see her smile
Put her head down
Sleep
I wanted to touch her
Let her know it's okay
Hug her
Tell her I loved her
Have her tail wag one last time
I would have cried
I should have cried
I miss her already
(798.) Useless Babble 08/22/07 11 AM
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And so consequentely as a result
implies that the point is demonstrates that
it is clear that therefore then for these reasons
means that it is likely that as a consequence
it indicates that accordingly it follows that
in fact serves to show that we infer that
hence is evidence that suggests in short
it must be that in conclusion
we don't really know anything at all
(799.) Rewrite It Again 08/29/07
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Would you speak to me
in tounges I don't know
of things I have never felt
and perhaps never will
And we will watch tim stumble over itself
into quantum connundrums
that men will kill themselves over
then we can laugh in our our world of uncertainties
I don't know your name
I don't know your goals
I barely know your face
I only know this moment
It seems that's enough
So take my hand
We will rewrite the laws of this world
Finding patterns inbetween the fabrics of our sheets
Making theories
Testing God himself
Teach me about yourself
And I will rewrite my world in your essence
(800.) Nice Girl 10/10/07 12:04 PM - 12:13 PM
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I thirst
a year in this wasteland
where I am parched to the soul
has dried me
water will do nothing
love may heal me
but it need be pure
I long for a straw
to dip into the sea of love
and suck
untill the stream is clean
then only true love
will make it through the filter
Here I am though
at the faucet of youth
watching others drink haphazardly
spilling it everywhere
and my knowledge of how precious each drop is
prevents me from quenching this thirst
One cup filled
holds so much poison
that I dare not risk it
and sifting through by hand
take so long
I am tired
I am thirsty
I am lonely
and the water here is tainted.
Can't I just have a nice girl to quench my thirst?
(801.) Pessimistic Drunk
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God damn you Charles.
Just because you made
mistakes
Doesn't mean everyone else is going to
You're a pessimistic
drunk
with more mistakes than
New York
How many bastard children did you have?
Then wayward teens angry with everything
come along and read your drunken
slurs
and have a new lesson for sunday
school
Claiming your fame as proof enough of your backward views
I read you because you make me laugh
I respect you for your drunken way with words
Not your views
You damn
horny
drunken
pessimistic
bastard
(802.) Peddling
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Anything you want,
you can be denied
anything you need
may not be supplied
(803.) Gramophone
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So as she injected the needle
into another dirty groove
the record played a sad song of addiction
(804.) 20% Off On Black Friday
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When you sell your soul,
i suggest you ask for a receipt
when you buy another's soul
make sure to pay extra to have it wrapped in deceit.
(805.) Old Age Will Destroy A Weak Spirit 10/15/07
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To Him:
He's smarter than me.
I'm too young to have an opinion.
I'm too naive.
I'm irresponsible
I don't have a real job and the REAL business world is going to eat me alive
I hope that there is a happy ending when it's all over.
I go to bed every night alone
And I only hear I love yous when I ask for them.
I don't feel I love yous anymore
I'm not depressed
This little light of mine
This little light of mine
It is dark in this home
it is cold
and it is blisteringly hot
all the comforts of a house
all the inconsistencies of the wild
or perhaps the other way around
he worries about me
I worry about him
he worries about money
I worry about love
I may end up poor
unsuccessful
but I will not
fucking
end up
alone.
More than I can say for him.
I worry about him
I want to leave
but I'm shackled down by his doubt
I don't know if I love him
and I feel heartless for thinking that
sadness
stay
away
p
l
ease......
(806.) Stub 10/30/07 4:42 AM
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We went to see a movie but you never made it there
I gave him my stub and he left for good
You were sick somewhere
and I left you
but it was all a dream
and I awoke and you had the same
and I apologize
so we tried again
you made it just fine
falling asleep next to each other
holding nothing
but time went on
and you slowly held my hand
then me
but I awoke
and you didn't have the same
and I apologize
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