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Thursday, May 01, 2008
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Help
Current mood:  exhausted
Category: Writing and Poetry
Help is never on the way.
It's near enough to see-
not touch.
But, just one touch could make my day.
A tiny, little push or shove.
And if you gave a shit for me,
you'd see the water-
rising up.
A broiling, bitter, angry sea,
that overflows this shallow cup.
And sometimes when the fog is thick,
I see a light-
a distant ray.
The gleam of which is gone too quick,
and hastily it fades away.
So, if you want to try and help,
don't tell me what to do-
or say.
Just shuffle up the cards you've dealt,
and hand me up a brand new day.
10:23 PM
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Monday, April 21, 2008
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Salt and Stars
Current mood:  forgotten
Category: Writing and Poetry
The taste is salt and stars.
They glitter, both of them.
The salt.
The stars.
They flow in her mind,
Spiraling down into blackness.
Empty nights.
Lonely days.
Moment by moment.
The light is chased by darkness.
It runs from it,
Fearful of its intentions.
Afraid it will overcome.
And then the light will be nothing.
A vast span of time.
It never existed.
A piece of history no one remembers.
Like a candle who's last flicker dims,
and eventually,
Fades away.
10:02 PM
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The Cleansing
Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
Rain like
a cold
shower
tumbles
down
unreletingly
pouring
itself over
the
city
skyline
and settling
a shiny
glaze
on
the
ground.
10:00 PM
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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Infinity
Current mood:  melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry
The barren tree
now stripped
of foliage
stretches her smooth arms
to the tranquil sea
clouds skuttle by
they take no notice
of her slow
progression
rooted in place
for so many years
she yearns for peace
and freedom
and infinite
blue
release.
7:59 AM
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Hats
Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
Your hat rack is just full of hats.
Colors, shades, in multitudes.
I've never seen so many different
Shades of grey and shades of blue.
You put them on and turn about,
Pretending that you're someone new.
It's quite impressive, all your different
Shades of grey and shades of blue.
6:53 AM
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Thursday, February 23, 2006
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A Poem by Patrick and Casey
Current mood:  pensive
Category: Writing and Poetry
Cheese in the refrigerator
Butter on my face
Molding
Molding
Molding
9:06 PM
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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Racism
Category: Writing and Poetry
Your presence eludes me
Your scent so close
Near enough to taste
I can feel your warmth
Your heat radiating, like a lamp
From every pore of your body
And your eyes burn into my flesh
Like a brand that claims me
I am yours, and you mine
Others look upon us
Their faces questioning
Puzzles left unspoken
But felt all around, by everyone
We are what we are
Their gossip is barely heard
Above the beating of our hearts
The unison of our souls
And the presence of your body.
7:04 PM
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Inspiration
Category: Writing and Poetry
Clouds scuttle across the open sky.
My eyes reflect its blue.
The same color as the ocean,
And they are both salty.
Mine sting with uncried tears.
But I'm happy,
Sitting here surrounded in warmth,
Bathed in sunlight,
Enjoying the breeze,
As it ruffles my hair.
I think of days gone by,
And of days yet to come.
This is my inspiration,
My muse.
I am surrounded with joy,
And overcome by its wonder.
7:03 PM
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The Plan
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am ashamed to live in a place,
Where people are so concerned,
With what is right and what is wrong,
I figured they'd have learned.
The only reason we are here,
Is to find out how to love,
Without that we cannot go on,
To see what's up above.
For God has plans for all of us,
Awaiting somewhere far away,
And when we shut our lives out,
We waste each precious day.
How can one who claims they are,
Devout in every way,
Be so judgemental to one another,
And not give us all our say?
We can only hope that one day,
Every person here will see,
That kindness towards eachother,
Can set our spirits free!
7:03 PM
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Perfection
Category: Writing and Poetry
I've been to the end of the world and back.
A place where stars shine brightly,
And the moon hangs in the sky,
Like an oil lamp,
Hanging by an invisible thread.
Where the breeze is sweet and fresh,
Blowing through my hair,
And playing with my senses.
7:01 PM
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