| Homesick |
[Sep. 8th, 2007|12:31 am] |
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Is a word I hesitate to use, simply because I think it is too broad. Homesick has certain negative connotations that I feel really don't apply to me. College is a blast and I certainly don't wanna go back to high school, but there are certain points where I get a little nostalgiac for past events that characterized my time in high school and particularly the summer before I came here. I'm the kind of person that holds on dearly to the past, which is I think both a good and a bad thing. It's good to remember where you came from and learn lessons from your and other's history, but I believe its also easy to get hung up on the past. In general though I don't think this particular characteristic affects me very negatively |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 5th, 2007|11:41 pm] |
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I just thought I would drop in here after months upon months of disuse to actually validate me having this thing and put some positive thought on the metaphorical paper. I feel like I've come to a point in my life where I finally understand myself well enough to understand what I need to do to be successful. I've come to accept things as they are, not as I would want them to be, and pretty much every other damn thing out of the serenity prayer. For that matter, the balance I've been able to strike with God in my life has been a very positive thing in and of itself. The bottom line is, I'm feeling overwhelmingly positive and I've learned not to let the little things get to me. In six short weeks I'll be headed to college and a new, amazing chapter in my life will be opened, and I know I'm gonna grab that chapter by the balls and not let go. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 9th, 2007|11:26 pm] |
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also.. i am about to start a relationship with a girl that does not deserve to get entangled with me and my fucked up shit.. but im gonna do it anyway. fuck, we're all so selfish. maybe thats just me.. crisis of ego, am i a bad person? |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|12:33 pm] |
(1) Opening credits: Bad Religion - Stranger then Fiction
(2) Waking Up: Dragonforce - Dawn Over a New World
(3) First day at school: Funeral For A Friend - Novella
(4) Fight song: Black Label Society - Stoned and Drunk
(5) Breaking up: Modest Mouse - Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
(6) Happiness: Cursive - A Gentlemen Caller
(7) Life's okay: Senses Fail - The Ground Folds
(8) Mental breakdown: Children of Bodom - Children of Decadence
(9) Driving: Dispatch - The General
(10) Flashback: Oasis - Champagne Supernova
(11) Getting back together: LaRissa - I Do Both Jay and Jane
(12) Wedding: Sting - Desert Rose
(13) Birth of a child: Moth - I See Sound
(14) Final battle: Dragonforce - Blackfire
(15) Death scene: Pennywise - Mrs. Robinson
(16) Funeral song: Atreyu - A Song For the Optimists
(17) End credits: N.E.R.D - She Wants to Move
open your music player of choice, press shuffle, see what happens. no song skipping. |
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| the most ridiculous poem i've ever written |
[Oct. 25th, 2006|03:11 pm] |
Pop in the clip
Rack the slide
Don't try to run
Don't try to hide
My blood boils
Eyes turn red
In only minutes
You'll all be dead
My face contorts
With manic glee
As I zero in
And kill all I see
We're just getting started
My machine gun and me
A new clip now
I let the tracers fly
As my killing frenzy
Lights up the sky
Two to the chest
And one to the head
To my satisfaction
The ground runs red
What's this now?
A counterattack
Don't even bother
You can't fight back
Don't you see?
I know no fear
I don't flinch
When death is near
I feel my flesh
Rend and tear
A hail of bullets
Fill the air
Even so
I can only smile
Unlike you
I'll die in style
With my gun in hand
Bandolier on my chest
In my dying rage
I'll waste all the rest
Mission accomplished
None stand but me
But I wonder now
Was this all a dream?
this folks, is what happens when I'm bored and the job and have been listening to too much Summer's End |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|10:10 pm] |
In Lieu of the Innuendo
There was a fella named Horatio
He used cunning linguistics
With his tongue, to cleave
An organized chasm
In the heads of many
Well I do too
I get the job done
So do my words
They hold much power
how many sexual references can you spot? |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 15th, 2006|08:45 pm] |
The Ballad of Ted
Lemme take a minute and tell ya about my job
I work in a drugstore serving the mob
I was workin one night, and I was workin real late
It was a real slow night, the kind I've grown to hate
Well it didn't stay slow no not for long
Otherwise I wouldn't 'a wrote this song
I heard a sound, and look towards the door
There stepped in a man I'd never seen before
Now this guy was a real badass dude
And it looked to me like he was in a fiery mood
I looked through the window, saw his Harley parked outside
It was the kind kind of machine you couldn't pay me to ride
This big biker fella, well his name was Ted
He had boots on his feet and a mohawk on his head
From across the room he shot me an evil glance
I gulped to myself but held my stance
As he lumbered toward me I saw tattoos bulging on his arms
It looked to me like he'd like to do me some harm
And this folks, is where the story ends
He opened his mouth, and said "I'd like to buy some Depends"
i like this one |
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| More creative writing janks |
[Oct. 12th, 2006|03:56 pm] |
Sunrise
The sun will come up yet
And bring light to the day
You have no reason to fret
There is no cause to let
Your worries guide your way
The sun will come up yet
The night, black as jet
Has already had its say
You have no reason to fret
When the morning dew you’ve met
Bend your knee, give thanks and pray
The sun has come out yet
In time it again will set
But while it shines make hay
Do not worry and do not fret
When the reaper comes we’ll repay our debt
But for the moment we’ll be gay
You have no reason to fret
The sun has come up yet
Useless
If there are useless emotions
Then I know three
Pity, regret, and jealousy
This is true and I know it yet
Your cursed name I can't forget
I don't know why I must begrude
The feelings you shared with my love
Nor can I forget that blissful high
It was to gaze within my lover's eyes
But in truth she loved me not
So my passion is condemned to rot
And those same eyes that held my soul
Now burn at me like fiery coals
Still I ponder that twist of fate
That caused me to find my love too late
Had I found her in fewer years
Could we avoid those bitter tears
But all in all the most reckless sin
Is to think about what could have been
I'm gonna be honest, I think the second one is damn good, but it's frustrating. I'm tired of writing poems with the same old "broken relationships" theme, but when I sit down to write that's the only thing of any merit that comes out. Everything else totally blows or sounds like bad lyrics to a metal song. and reading Wuthering Heights has totally made my writing have an old englishy kinda feel to it. |
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| Clerihews |
[Oct. 5th, 2006|02:44 pm] |
Tom Cruise is certifiably insane
Everything he says is completely inane
And his buddy Mel has a case of the crazy
I could go on but I'm way too lazy...
Let me talk to you about my buddy pot
He's everything that liquor's not
Good to the head and easy on the gut
But you'll probably wind up sitting on your butt
George W. Bush, he is my hero
Though he thinks gay people are really queer-o
The next election won't matter a thing
Everyone vote 'Dubya for king
now this is my kind of poetry. we split the difference in class between these and haikus, but i'll spare you those. good times. |
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| Sonnet |
[Oct. 4th, 2006|03:59 pm] |
The Duality of Me
I’m Dr. Jekyll, I’m Mr. Hyde
No matter what I do
You see the wrong side
Even if it’s true
That I’m charming and witty
The other half of me
Is entirely too shitty
Filled to the brim with those terrible three
Jealousy and insecurity, never abating
Then worst of all there’s rage
And of all them are waiting
To burst out of their cage
So if you meet me, don’t get too close
Or of my personality, you may receive a fatal dose
Of all my poems, I like this one the least. It doesn't flow well. Funny how now that we've actually moved on to writing form poetry that is supposed to rhyme I'm finding it difficult. |
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| More CVS Poetry |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|10:21 pm] |
A Poem About Nothing
Nothing
Is possibly the same as everything
It's almost always something
But almost never just anything
"Nothing"
Is a coy smile
A blank stare
A mischievious grin
A sigh and a heavy heart
Nothing
Is a Monday afternoon
Is what's going on
When your mom comes home too early
When an officer asks what the problem is
Nothing
Is what's become of us
But how can that be
When you mean
Everything
To me.
I decided to try my hand at free verse, and no topic came to mind. Hence a poem about nothing. I like the last couple lines because it's such an awesome emo cliche. You can practically see my tears smearing the page there. oh wait.. |
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| The CVS Chronicles |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|10:15 pm] |
It's the same damn song
They've been playing all day long
It's making me fucking crazy
How many times can I front and face
Before I blow up this place
I need to get out of here soon
It must be their goal
To siphon my soul
I gotta say it's working
But in the end it's ok
Cause I steal everyday
It's just my humble way
Of sticking it to the man
yeah, I get so bored at the end of my shift that I resort to writing poetry. |
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| Creative Writing Poem #2 |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|02:05 pm] |
The Desert
You're stranded in the desert
Alone and in the sun
You think your journey's over
When it's only just begun
The heat goes to your head
You see things that are not there
They call it a mirage
But do you really care?
An oasis fills your eyes
It's all that you can see
Forget your reservations
Let your misery turn to glee
A mirage has no feelings
It won't hesitate to decieve
From its fiery embrace
You'll discover no reprieve
So kneel by the cooling waters
And drink them from your hand
All the while remain oblivious
As your lungs are choked with sand
The idea with this poem was to use an extended metaphor to describe someone. I don't know that I did that exactly, but I like the metaphor anyway, it has many different aspects. The poem itself though needs some serious work though, so constructive criticism is always appreciated. |
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| love poem for creative writing |
[Sep. 21st, 2006|02:04 pm] |
Hate
You see the world through different eyes
The grass is greener
The birds sing more sweetly
You feel like you’ve never felt before
Like you’re floating on a cloud
Like you’re feet will never touch the ground
But just remember -
It doesn’t exist
This feeling called love
It’s only a myth
Love is deception,
Half-truths and lies
Manipulation and sorrow
Hiding behind beautiful eyes
And the words “I love you”
Are the worst of the worst
I said them to you
But you said it first
It’s all in your head
And none of it’s real
Can it be true
Is this really how I feel?
I appreciate any feedback you can give, positive or negative, so I can use it to help improve my writing. I'm new to the whole poetry thing, so it's pretty rough around the edges. And yes, the first stanza is one giant cliche. That was intentional, out of spite for the topic. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 27th, 2006|10:56 pm] |
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Never will I understand how a technology pioneered by 14 year old girls made it into mainstream media |
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| Apparently my mom reads this |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|06:13 pm] |
So, mother, despite what you say to the contrary I'm sure you'll make your way on here at some point, so
FUCK YOU |
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