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(no subject) [Dec. 17th, 2004|09:48 pm]

[The Sounds are Essential |the blood brothers "burn piano island burn"]

"Digital Trainwreck In Stereo Painted Without Using Paint"

so were all just a large flock of sheep
each person looking, thinking, breathing, moving like the next
and they still dont know how to dance
rusty razorblades are our weapons of war
as we begin battle with ourselves
designer clothes that we bought at the mall
we wear proudly as our uniforms tightly
because we bought them five sizes too small
we'll wear our fake broken bleeding hearts on our sleeves
and blog about it so we can get each others sympathy
so give me that razorblade you worship so proudly
so i can slit your leaders throat
because i'm here to revolutionize your minds
this is the sound of drunk catholic school girls in a car crash

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(no subject) [Dec. 12th, 2004|05:26 pm]

[Feel you |weirdHahAHahA]
[The Sounds are Essential |Fear Before The March Of Flames "Absolutely Fabulous And Me"]

ok so i didnt write this, the amazing ska band, big d and the kids table wrote it but i just wanted to share it with everyone


hey, elitists from L.A.; Los Angeles, California
you know who you are
you're driving fancy cars
your allowance exceeds my rent
well listen to what I have to say
remind yourselves every day
let's get the message on its way

well first of all,
fuck your fucking attitudes
how can you be so fucking rude?
you fucking look at me like when girls are jealous
and fuck your fucking L.A. bars
you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars
yeah, fuck your fucking act
you're a bunch of dressed up fucking rats

you get anything you want
mommy's jobless fucking runt
you're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion
and all your fucking stupid names
Blair and Tavis, that's fucking lame
Z-A-H-C does not spell Zack,
what the fuck is with all that?

And you think you're so fucking impressive
Cause you can get your name on the fucking guestlist
raise your nose to the people in line
give the doorman a fucking high five

and then go
do my shoes match my shirt?
does my shirt clash with my pants?
do my pants match my eyes?
do my eyes look good tonight?
will this place be cool enough?
your hair looks oh, so tough
this looks so good for us
tonight my money's gonna buy me love

and fuck all of your deceiving
what's your fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
and all the girls you lay to your mat
are the same fucking girls you fucking laugh at
and fuck your fucking fake ass world
and all your handed out fucking thrills
some of us, we have to work hard
just to get our little part
and maybe your glamour's not in Boston
but my friends are fucking awesome
and we'll keep on doing our best
even though our lives are a mess

and we go
will this check support this tour?
will this tour lose my job?
without my job where's the rent?
should we all just call it quits?
the dinner dates sure cost a lot
when 28 bucks is all you got
and your life is at a stop
and all your dreams are all self-taught

and this is the difference between our lives
no wonder tonight you feel alright
and I'm sorry if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
we're built up from nothing
I'm trying to forget to wonder why
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(no subject) [Dec. 11th, 2004|11:59 pm]

[The Sounds are Essential |rx bandits "status"]

i hate the title, so i will leave it only to bug me

"the new album is HOT"
im homesick of the world i once loved
the world that kept me feeling sane
where love and relationships meant less to us
then the dust that we kick up with our shoes
but here where everything is so expensive
and the balue of our money is dropping everyday
im having trouble just afording to breathe
take a step back and see, how much that world meant to me
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(no subject) [Dec. 8th, 2004|01:11 pm]
h'okay, i'm not leaving you all, just saying that i've moved all of my poetry to a new journal.


so, stop by, leave comments, you know the drill.

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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2004|10:06 pm]

I must seem like some manic preacher to him.
I just read a piece by a boy whom I've always admired and feared. I feel awful. I mistook his piece of honesty for belligerence and waged war with verse and meter and crude words.
sometimes i ponder
some days i wonder
one day ill wander
You don't know love 'til you've lost it
It seems my best friends, whether I know them or not
lost it
a shred of innocence
a long chain a
long strain
gently plucked away by the rocking hands of sleep deprivation, tears, caffeine and obsession.

This is a song by Mr. Bukka White, if you wanna hear something honest and real get anything of his...
Sleepy Man Blues

when a man gets trouble in his mind
he wants to sleep all the time
he knows if he can sleep all the time
trouble wont worry his mind.

Im feeling worried in mind
and im trying to keep from crying
im staring into sunshine
to keep from weaping down

i want some where to go
but i hate to go to town
i want some where to go
to satisfy my mind
i would go to town
but I hates to stand around

i wonder whats the matter with my right mind
my mind keep me sleeping all the time
but when I had plenty of money
my friends would come around

if i had my right mind
i would write my woman a few lines
I will do most anything
to keep from weeping down
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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2004|05:49 pm]
mention something, mention anything.
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the world falls apart in just 7 days [Dec. 6th, 2004|07:34 pm]

[Feel you |hungryhungry]
[The Sounds are Essential |Action Action- dont cut your fabric to this years fashion]

well this is a long one concept poem(s) i call the whole thing "the negative electrical current that our thoughts run on" but each individual poem has its own name, kinda like a book with chapters

The Negative Electircal Current That Our Thoughts Run OnCollapse )
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(no subject) [Dec. 5th, 2004|05:23 pm]
i wrote this the other day, but i'm not quite sure what it is. it's only 4 lines, so i doubt it's a whole poem; but it feels complete, so i'm really hesitant to add anything.


i was not built from blood and bone.
my flesh stretches over a framework of stone,
a heart of lead, a soul of water -
i'm nobody's friend, and i'm nobody's daughter.
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2004|12:10 am]
to my darling, my sweet

you're the love of my life,
the bane of my existence,
and everything in between.

you're just what i want,
you're what i don't need,
you lie when you love - it's obscene.

and you string us along,
preaching your poison,
it's nothing we haven't heard.

so go tie yourself up,
hang by your neck,
and choke on every single word.

(this is an oldie, but recently discovered amongst the mess that is my desk-ie.)
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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2004|10:21 pm]
an acrostic

s because you make me smile.
c because i think you're cute.
h because you like hot hot heat.
a because we were up all night.
d because we sat on my desk.
e because you made fun of my emo glasses.
n because it comes next in the word.
f because you're fun.
r because we sang ryan adams waaaaaaaaaaay off-key.
e because you're exuberant.
u because you're somewhat ubiquitous.
d because it's fun to watch you dance.
e because it's the end of the poem.
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