Monday Apr 26, 2004

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went to the hospital.
they tested me.
i was passed out.
i was knocked out.

they found nothing wrong.
no cancer.
no disease.

now i'm just a ball of drugs
flickering in and out of the day
but whatever is wrong with
me is not serious

sarious that is.

thanks for anyone who cared.
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sugar_on_asphalt:
So glad that you're not not cancerous or diseased.

But that being the case, what the heck is wrong with your insides that they make you so sick? frown
claudette1:
congrats on not being diseased..hope you feel better kiss

Saturday Apr 24, 2004

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"surprise sometime
I'll come around
surprise sometime
I'll come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
when you're down"

taken in stride,
taken in time,
i will find myself following that logic
surprise followed by coming around
when you're (or is it I) am down

smiles tend to creep out of shadows
and they don't...
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shiva8:
love love love
amazing.

Thursday Apr 15, 2004

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I now have two very nice pairs of shoes, courtesy of Doc Martin and Tuk Shoes.

Now all I need are some dance lessons to go with them, since I cannot swing as well as I should.

Park benches supply seating kiddies, but gossip spills out like the breadcrumbs old ladies toss at birds from them.

Friday Mar 26, 2004

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you bubblegum wrapper girls
turn your noses at air brushes
running your fingers through
siamese or was it serotonin overloads

we all collapse empires;
it takes only three bottles to fall out.

you curve roads with your fingers
and take over little villages with
such simple single words
as "no" and "fault"
that even our earthquakes are no match
for Mother Nature's power.

I have...
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puresauciness:
I was coming to your journal to comment on this poem. I am glad you posted it here as well. The first stanza really caught me. The "bubble gum wrapper girls" was great description. I always fall in love with the way people use words. *swoon* smile

Wednesday Mar 24, 2004

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we paint handclothes across our cheeks
to remove the holiday
of stolen car parts

we post our messages
at crime scenes
waiting for forensics
to use dirty gloves
to look into our lives
we've kept tucked under covers,
under lock and key from our parents

we shower in thimbles
to scrub off memories
we've watched grow
since the twigs were first planted.

we are a...
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exploded:
hey, my band, secretary, is out on tour right now, and had a show cancelled. Luckily we were able to get a show together at the Infierno Room!!! It's right by where the Galaxy used to be. Since we have less than a day to promote this show, we need as many people to come out that we know. If you can't come out, let people know that there is a show.

here are the bands that are playing
secretary,Ryan's Hope,The Skyline

It's at 8:30 and is at 1403 Washington Avenue

See you there hopefully!!!
shiva8:
wow... that pretty much nails my mood today.
thank you for the lovely email... way too flattering kiss

Monday Mar 22, 2004

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nothing was broken if you fall down
in dirt standing small with
rubberbands and swimming in photos
struggling all.

i swim in swallows with trash bags
floating on, through the
winter nights we saw the land
sitting miles miles on your palms

i run through rain sheering off
the hands that held my face
on notebooks
torn pages just streak past
windows on buses running...
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shiva8:
i am not familiar with them. i hope you have a good time and find that sweet girl to go with you. i loved you poetry as usual. kiss

Friday Mar 12, 2004

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waterslide, waterslide, you
just KEEP fucking yelling at me,
always screaming, burning,
yelling, about that.

I never understood a fascination with
falling rapidly
spraying in the face
a big splash
gurgling for air
and a surface to nothing

you just... you just don't see what
holds me under.

I'm sitting here, revisiting your
deep dark words
that howled from the wind
through fire and brimstone,...
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Wednesday Mar 10, 2004

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forget-me-nots laid on bedposts,
you howl up to the ceiling,
"you fucker",
and lie back down on a pillow
drenched in sweat (or tears),
your eyes all bloodshot and twitching,
as you fall asleep again

that summer, we used to
run over grass that looked
like it had never been taken care of,
and those scraps and bruises we got
were better than battle scars...
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shiva8:
a masterpiece as usual.... how are you??
shiva8:
i don't think it's the world biggest... just a cozy little smattering of souls. haha... fan club. that makes me laugh. thanks for the smile. biggrin

Friday Feb 27, 2004

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i paw through the sand,
leaving behind those notebook pages
to filter out words like diamonds,
and this litterbox fossil
i've become is probably
very forgettable.

those plastic shovels that
we upturned and overturned
night after night in a cold bed
are just lingering on
against old barnyard ties
strategically placed to keep
my heart tucked in

i have no filter, no paranoia
to keep...
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kelly:
wink Yep!I haven't had much to talk about lately so my journal is pretty damn bland at the present. Oh well. Hugs

Wednesday Feb 25, 2004

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i wake up to a broken arm,
and i push off the bone
to raise my eyelids open
to an empty room.

you could have seen the look in my face
through a tiny window,
the sweat dripping off my head,
the mattress looking destroyed
just because i closed my eyes
for a few hours.

she was like this whirlwind,
taking away my liver and...
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shiva8:
beautifully depressing. i hope it was supposed to be...sometimes i really suck at interpretations.

also, i wanted to thank you for being my first testimonial! i'm no longer a testimonial virgin and it feels great. you're a doll. kiss
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