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Is it in me? Fear pulls me away. Nothing can keep me in one place, where I wish I'd stay. |
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| The blue sky |
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| 04:16am 01/01/2006 |
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The blue sky enters a new phase. A new moon passes us into the next, the months go by based on the moons, and a new year is upon us. Happy days to those who wish it so. |
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| Death Gods are watching us |
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| 02:16pm 30/06/2005 |
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Chaos ensues as each of us looks outside. We see simplicity yet underneath every layer, there is nothing but chaos. Our minds cannot comprehend to see this chaos but it goes on. Life. Is. endless. Endless chaos.
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We continue to attempt to entertain ourselved but everything becomes "used" or "old". Why can we not shed ourselves of theese things and continue being, and become happy with life rather then obsess with trivial things and get loss in depression and obsession.
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Only people can see for themselves. And this is insight into my thoughts. The thoughts of someone who thinks too much. The thoughts of someone who cannot sotp thinking. The thoughts of a destructive person on the verge of understanding and confusion. Nothing and everything makes sence in the world. And only the human mind can filter out what is right and which is grey. What is black, and what is green/orange/blue/red/tan and in the end....isn't it all nothing but color? |
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| The morning Blue |
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| 11:28am 17/01/2005 |
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Blue is the sky over here, blus is the sky over there. But why is it that I feel more pleasant over here than there? I am in love but this love has been tainted. Why is it that I am handed this love? Why am I not happy with which that I have received? Poor insignificance and its defiance of what I wish to obtain in life. Oh poor state that my soul is in, why to you seem to mock me every time I look into the heart of the one I love, or yearn for the soul that I wish to keep next to me for the next eternity. 2 hours have elapsed from being away yet not away. I am across the room but at a greater distance than the sun is to the earth. The tragic state that is Macbeth has darkened my mind and the furries that are spread across the great plane of exsistance has showed me that in homosexuality and love between any men, there is no such thing as Monogomy. So where does a Soul such as Mine fit in this scheme? It doesn't, it just slowly rots away to the end of time. Never to see the light again. |
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| abstact loneliness |
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| 03:32pm 16/12/2004 |
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origin
under a coat that calls out to others
no silence
because of it.
beautiful
girls wear me on their ass
indifferent
hysterical in one vague thought
forgiven
let go
understood
left alone
miserable
regretful
changing
lonely
morose. |
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| 07:13pm 22/09/2004 |
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Je cannais......
Je ne sais pas...
Physics makes me want to kill...and your pain feeds my hunger. |
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| 10:59am 22/09/2004 |
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I just created a community for all things blue and I thought it might interest you.
 couleur_bleue |
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| this is no sad or sorry dream? |
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| 08:30pm 21/08/2004 |
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thatinvisible wall which divides us melts in a horizontical motion to let us pass. When will we move closer to our hearts? |
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| 05:42pm 15/08/2004 |
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Fuck the world, I'm on fire. |
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| MOOD |
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| 09:59pm 17/07/2004 |
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Not to the mood do I spring nor to the ocassion- I cry in my laughter when mood tells me not too. |
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| Lady Silver |
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| 06:45pm 17/07/2004 |
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Silver weaves rice into the handbasket of fate,
bubbling upon a crystal stove laden with the weights and tears of one;
she walks and speaks and never says a thing...
Another says that one may speak to her,
but do not,
for she is perilous and shall bring thine demise;
who knew, in this crazed world, that such could harbor chaos?
In with a
BANG
and out like mist
she cries alone, tears splash upon that blacked-silted plane
why? why?
Is loneliness a word we use when we have none left at all?
Is solitude created for chaos?
for the ones
who bring us the little-death
are they always alone?
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| Burning |
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| 11:43am 17/07/2004 |
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My soul is burning from your words,
Why did you do this to me?
My heart if in flames on the floor,
What did I do to deserve?
In the end we are empty vessels and only a few are truly full
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| 12:18am 12/06/2004 |
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real fucking bright, savannah.
wait two months to admit to your friends that you lied to them, why dont you. thatll make them happy.
and i came up with a somewhat metaphorical bit about why i harm myself. does it make any sense?
all at  abstruse_soul; hilight the text if you cant read it, sorry.
-savannah</span> |
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| Fat Hair.... |
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| 11:41pm 20/04/2004 |
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유진
The blue sky is falling. Onto my head. And All I can think of is you. Why you?
If only this was true
To be with you.
I wish...that the beach was here.
Then the long rocks near by would be
W A L K A B L E
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But then I think about it. And then I realise...that I will rather be with you.
To be in your arms
once more
Will be true....
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| 10:56pm 20/04/2004 |
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how the past seems to leave me blind in a long, cold, ditch in your night.
do try not to leave me behind, as I ruin your dreams when I see them in your light.
it is not fair.
I must be so...
is it true that you know more than me? I must know...but who's asking?
I'm sorry I have turned away. I am sorry so you decided not to care. When you listen it bothers me, your responses are hurtful and bleak. my fingers burn prints on the floor after I crawl through the end of your poor sad games called 'nobody wants to be here', 'live in the moment, will ya?!', and 'fend for yourself'... kill this already.
I want nothing but ecstacy...love...comfort.
it is true, I don't exist.
I'm a bitch
I'm a bitch
I'm a bitch
I'm a bitch! |
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| ha... should'a known eh? |
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| 01:48pm 19/04/2004 |
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Everytime I get back to that feeling where it seems as if I FINALLY fit with her.... it all falls down.... hard. I feel like it's right frickin there but neither of us is tall enough to reach it... but it's still tangible. Life just really fuckin sucks right now. What just amazes the hell out of me is that, you claim to miss me... and i don't doubt you... but if you miss me... and you know you want me... how do you justify letting me go? I guess I just don't get it... or won't get it. I don't know, I don't want to feel like you're stringing me along... but it's starting to seem that way. I don't wanna be like him and just... poof and leave... I don't wanna make idle threats that I can't hold on to. I feel like, something's gotta give though. I feel like I'm being played like your guitar... when ya wanna be there you'll play around with it a little bit... but when you're done you just... throw it down knowing you can come back and play with it again later and that it'll be in the same place you left it the last time. And, I know I'm an idiot for letting you play me like this but... I'm only human... and I follow my heart... and despite all of this bullshit I've been through with you in these past 8 months, my heart still belongs to you... haha. I don't like being in love ya know? It makes me feel vulnerable and I put my guard down with the sound of her voice. I feel like I just wanna drop off of earth for a year... she'll forget about me... it'll be easier that way... she won't call anymore, or write... I know how I can get her out of my life... haha... I gotta meet somebody... find somebody to love and give my time to... that way, I won't need Nicole anymore. And when I find that person... poof. I'm gone. Never to be heard from again. And I'm not like him. Trust me, I'll keep it.
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| Xabbu! |
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| 09:00pm 18/04/2004 |
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Always things change, The wind blows everything. |
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| bah |
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| 06:44am 12/04/2004 |
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Are the thoughts of me being in love causing you to vomit? |
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