Tuesday May 10, 2005

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The problems compound, like a contantly changing formula of some sort to which the solution keeps changing. One minute it is X, and the next it is Y, then X + Y to the power of 17

What's an abacus to do?
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esther:
ha, i was just trying to be cute. blush
supergp:
Sure thing. I'm free both nights.

Sunday May 08, 2005

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I give up. i'm throwing in the fucking towel. I've watched this world fall apart, and it's too gone to fix.

I fixed that ring today. The glue is sure to fail at some point. Like all things. Only temporary security, and the meanings elude. As though fixing the two pieces upon one another again can set things right.

I am responsible for so much,...
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rainwolfkin:
i'm sorry that you are feeling low. frown
supergp:
Sounds like you're not having the best time of things.
If you want to talk, gimmie a call.

Saturday May 07, 2005

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One exists in dream, and far away.






One exists in digits, and farther away.






One can sit right next to me, and is the farthest away.
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rainwolfkin:
i have always been a bit lonely and disconnect i think. when you are feeling that way, its hard to break free from. i understand you journal entry right now because i am thinking about how few people there are in my life right now when once there were many more. its complicated and i think about why things are like that. it all has to do with me, but i'm having trouble breaking free from my emptiness and cyclic nature...

maybe you should try talking to the coffee shop girl...i know, its harder than it sounds...
rainwolfkin:
i love the mountains.

i used to have a car when i lived in america--where everything is big and spacious. i can't even count the times i slept in that thing. i love nature. and i love to plow my way out into the middle of it and just drown there.

i miss the stars (living in a city with so much light pollution). i used to read them and now i've forgotten all their names.

i plan on seeing every mountain range in the world. and the stars from every side of the planet.

Thursday May 05, 2005

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Things had wrapped up nicely

sitting on the shelf
all your sugar treats in line


Then it falls apart again

pieces on the floor
among the broken glass.
thedarkness:
How do you like that new Nine Inch Nails album?
supergp:
Simple solution: Build a time machine, grab your candy jar before it breaks, and take it INTO THE FUTURE! Then, surprise yourself when your container reappears.

Tuesday May 03, 2005

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I expected

some of the past
some of. Tomorrow.

I expected

To know what was there.

to Realise things I had already Realised


My expectations

were Wrong
mistakes.



For once
this once

I am happy (to be wrong)

The first time this smile has been genuine
In way to long
supergp:
That first genuine smile is nice, though, innit? Like the first flower of spring, or the first cigarette after having been broke for a few days, or a new volume of Ultimate Spider-Man coming out....

Monday May 02, 2005

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I've


waited for years.



The day is coming.

Hours are my wall.
Digits are my brick.

We'll be together soon.






Perhaps I can be happy afterward.


Perhaps that bears too much weight.
rainwolfkin:
i have to admit that i am kind of lazy about the poem reading things. i mean i read them and they might mean something to me, but i never know exactly what they mean to someone else, esp when i dont know them that well. thats why i asked, i guess.

do you like to read poetry too? or just write? i really like mind bogglingly long poems like some of the stuff Shelley writes.

Sunday May 01, 2005

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I can feel it right there
yet I dont let it out

I hold it back
and take what comes




we wait so long
to learn all these lessons
and grow so little
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rainwolfkin:
i think that you would also have to have a very large mouth in order to chew on an inflated balloon. shocked

what is inspiring you lately to write these poems of yours?

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persephone:
well, you are in luck. I just got my internet set up about 10 min. ago.

Sunday May 01, 2005

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It was a long night. Not in that it was especially eventful, just long. It seemed to him that all too often, that was a term which meant something entirely different. All he wanted was to curl up in a ball and fall asleep. He wanted to disappear, because that's how he felt his life was turning out. He was almost convinced on more than...
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Wednesday Apr 27, 2005

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There are two vast infinites before me.


Higher Calibers would love to explore.

I am left with the duty.

Both are blocked.

One by man, and pride, and honor.

One by a type of fear.





The disconcerting nature of the future.



The overwhelming sense of confusion.






What is a bleeding being suppoised to know?
How does a hurting man heal?
When does a demoralized man...
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rainwolfkin:
how do you feel about images of yourself now? i think its very common that people experience self-image issues of some sort--and there are so many different kinds. (i'm sending you an email with slightly more words on this).
supergp:
A bleeding being knowns naught but pain.
A hurting human heals by mind.
When the alternative seems worse.

Tuesday Apr 26, 2005

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Haven't sacrificed yet.
Distractions and altered perceptions keep their distance.
Allies I used to hold close are now wolves within the shadows.




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odette:
nothing really? wow that actually kinda neat.... biggrin
esther:
Intense. Also, you can see my butt crack in that first picture in my journal entry. But i'm too marshmellow puffy to finish my horseman before my tattoo artist moves bck to boston, so we'll get a little more work in and it will sit for a little while more. or at least till i get to boston.

Saturday Apr 23, 2005

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Seeking sustenance in your smiles.
I leave myself alone for miles.
Cannot comprehend your manner.
Feeling faithless, naked in your manor.
Halls lead nowhere in this maze.
Hungry, cold and bleeding in your gaze
Long for more than you can give.
Long for death, wherein I live.

I wait and wallow (and)
see you hollow.
Swore to god I'd never follow
Bent of sorrow...
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supergp:
*applause*

Now this one is entitled "The Wanton Folly of Me Mum!"

Friday Apr 22, 2005

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And once was stone within my heart.
Blocked much more than mortal blood.
Vanishing, confusing trance
Far away, but never gone.
I left it there forever long
Until a single passing glance
Wherein I danced within the mud.
Then took great care to fall apart.




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ormunroe:
Thank you for the birthday wishes. blush smile
supergp:
I like your writing more than I feel I should. It's a guilty pleasure for me.
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