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November 12th, 2008

Oh hello, coffee?

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I'm only dreaming when you are.
They'll never know what you do.
Nobody has to see us,
The way we are

Sitting here in my cold room.
With a cup of warm green tea.
I jot down the memories that come to mind.
The memories that I had with you.

My veins were the size of the highway.
Your name scratched out on the list.
I'm not gonna be calling you today,
To tell you that it's alright.
But please tell me you'll be okay.

I want to take you too a place
You've never been before.
A place full of desire and lust.
A place where the skies are hand made.

I'm not gonna be calling you today
To tell you that it's alright.
But please tell me you'll be okay.

October 28th, 2008

Jesus fucking christ.

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At the slightest moment, this could break down.
It could stop.
The meaning could end.
With the fact that I have absolutely nothing to hang on to lately, totally makes everything amazing.
The fact that you're always on my mind is really starting to weigh me down, I need to accept that you're never coming back.

"I only wish that you could hold me now.
Till I gain control again."

September 10th, 2008

Rancid was amazing.

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At the moment, I have all of this energy from the concert.
So right now, I'm rocking out and listening to D.O.A and headbanging and releasing energy.
I also realized that I'm always like this after concerts.
My shirt is one size too big x[

September 6th, 2008

This is stupid, really, really stupid.
I can't fucking write.
Then again, I haven't really tried either.
Someone shoot me?

August 13th, 2008

"I've been here before a few times. And I'm quite aware we're dying"


Why

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Like actually, why am I so pessimistic and can't see anything but failure in my future. Like for instance; I can never ever see me pursuing this stupid 'dream' I have of being a musician. It won't fly, it's not going to go anywhere. It's stupid. I'm stupid for being so pessimistic about this. I can't see any good in my future. Gah, this is one of the reasons why I really dislike me. I need to go to fucking meditation classes, or get a god damn guru. And it has actually never been this bad, to the point of me wanting to cry. Which, is pretty lame.
I don't know.
Blah.
I failed again for having my whole optimism by day, pessimism by night/Cherise being optimistic for a long ass time then her spiraling down into being this little pessimistic kid who gets stressed easily.

I don't know, I just find this really annoying.
And then how I can get so pissed off easily now.
It really annoys me.
I don't like how I get.
Cure me.
Thanks.

July 22nd, 2008

Long time, no post.

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Lately, I've been putting shit on my little quite blogspot.
Rather than on here.
I don't know.
"We escaped beyond lives, past the future"
Honestly, I'm happy and syked for so many things.
First thing: Saturday, I'm seeing Blue Rodeo.
Second: in 15 days, I think 15 I don't remember. Warped Tour. Holy fuck. I've never been this excited in my life. Even thinking about it makes my palms sweat.
Third: Elton John, sometime in September.
In between the second and the third thing: I'm going camping, thank. Fucking. God.
I really need to, so fucking bad. Clear my head, get away from my laptop.
Be one with nature, in the wilderness with my brother and dad for a week near. Which is pretty great.
Sharing the wild with classic rock, your old man and your sometimes annoying pesty little brother.
I'm gonna write, a hell of a lot out there.
I haven't blogged in ages.
Just throwing that out there.
Uhm yeah, so I need to throw a song together here for the hell of it. 
Maybe I'll send it to Chloe, she'll figure out something...I hope.

Ps. I honestly can't wait until, that is if it ever happens.
But until we get famous and shit.
And walking onto that stage, getting that rush.

June 27th, 2008

Meh.

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I haven't posted shit on here in for fucking ever.
and most of it was shit anyway.
this is somewhat okay
and no i didn't get the idea from wentz.



Kisses on the corners of lips of your best friends mouth

Best friend for now-s mouth

Acting childishly when this occurs

And laughing foolishly

 

Wow, talk about bad timing, timing bad, in reverse

Laughing at us

Glaring at us.

We once were.

June 2nd, 2008

Long time no post.

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Nobody, i swear, not even Chloe reads my livejournal, or blogspot.
I think I give up on that.
For now.
Meaning no posts.
Because it wouldn't make a difference anyway.

May 22nd, 2008

And.

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Why can't I be happy for once?
Ever.
Blagh.

I've never really noticed.

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How much of an asshole I am to my friends lately.
I'll either bitch at them because they're pissing me off, or ignore them, or get pissed off in general with them and be a bitch.
I also really hate how stressed out I'm getting lately.
And not really anyone, but maybe Zoe, Rachal, Chloe and possibly Rachel care.
I really give up now.

May 14th, 2008

Flying high upon the air lifts in the sky, the bird scoped out a place to rest itself upon for it's wings were to tired to continue to fly. He saw a branch that was jutted out of a tree, it was the only branch he could see. He dove down and the air wrapped itself around him like a blanket and took him down. He flew up and down again like a bird would do and placed his feet upon the branch. Lifting his wings out to strech them, he closed his tired eyes and made a call. His markings were utterly beautiful to the human eye. Folding his wings back in, his eyes walked around everything he once knew. This once was home to him. To his famiy, his friends. But it had been destroyed years ago. Destroyed by a fire that a couple of reckless teens had set. He was the only bird left that had came back every once a year. The memories were too sweet for him to release. The night the fire had been set, he was there to witness it and it still stayed fresh in his mind. He had sat comfortably on his branch and watched out for food on the forest floor that he could bring back home to his young ones. Every once in a while though, he had kept drifting off to sleep. It was dark out and the sky was covered in a blanket of stars, and not the moon in all it's loneliness was out. He was spooked though by yelling of a man, a boy, a teenager. He had heard a bottle break and feared for his flock of friends and for the friends below that had no wings. He looked down at the forest floor and watched at a group of teens, at least five were walking around aimlessly. They didn't appear to care for their surroundings, for the nature. They were not sober at that. One of the teens had started to pour something out of a bottle and spun around, making the contents fly aimlessly. The teens laughed and lit some kind of flame. They all started back in the direction that they had came and the one threw the match upon the liquid. They ran and yelled and laughed until he could no longer hear them. When he had looked back down, an sea of fire had started to climb its way up to the trees. Feeling the warmth of the fire and the smell, and the death it brought, he opened his wings and flew up into the night sky. He continued until he could not fly any higher due to evalation. He soared upon an air pocket and watched as his home was engulfed in flames and smoke. He noticed as all the other animals started to run away from it, and as all the other birds, also of his kind had started to fly away. He would never see them again ever and he never had. He had flown around aimlessly for about a week and had cried inside the whole entire time. How could someone do this to him, to his home, how?

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Sometimes, I wish that the sun would give me some of it's happiness.
But maybe it's doesn't have any happiness.
Maybe, maybe the sun needs to keep it's happiness.
Sometimes, I wish that nature would creep its way into my bedroom and be my friend, my best friend.
Sometimes, I wish that I was a bird, soaring upon air pockets and looking down at this world we live in.



 

May 13th, 2008

Sometimes...

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Sometimes we need to take a breather, and realize that it's pointless to get so wound up over pointless shit.

Sometimes we need to let mistakes rest and not kick at the dirt in hopes of bringing them back up, thus making the person who made them feel horrible for what they did.

Sometimes we need to cherish life and it's values.

Sometimes we need to realize that some people don't change.

 Ps. I miss you.
 Unburn the boat, rebuild the bridge,
Reconsecrate the sacrilege,
Unspill the milk, decry the tears,
Turn back the clock, relive the years
Replace the smoke inside the fire,
Unite fulfilment with desire,
Undo the done, gainsay the said,
Revitalise the buried dead,
Revoke the penalty and the clause,
Reconstitute unwritten laws,
Repair the heart, untie the tongue,
Change faithless old to hopeful young,
Inure the body to disease
And help me to forget you please.
-Written by, Duncan Forbes

Sometimes, I really wonder why I continue to make friends.
And not just stick with my best friends.
Because my best friends.
Chloe, Rachal and Zoe, are the best friends I've ever had.
But that doesn't mean that just normal friends that aren't best friends cant be amazing too.

to post to livejournal or blogspot anymore.
Because it's obviously all just a bunch of bullshit.

I'm sick of people.
Lately it's been, "the world revolves around me." kind of thing.
Pactically.
Because everyones so fucking self centered and self absorbed to give a shit about anyone else.
Another thing, don't say that you hate it when people are depressed because that fucking happens.
Depression is reality.
Depression doesn't mean your "emo"
Because "emo" means emotional.
Everyone is emotional, get the fuck over it.
Depression has been around for years, decades, centuries. So don't expect it to dissaper just like that.
Another thing. 
This is probably most likely going to sound a little hypocritical because, most of what I say is.
But it shouldn't be.
I'm getting pissed off with the whole.

"He's having a party, why aren't you coming?" - One, because there's going to be weed there. I can't inhale those fumes anymore. I care about my health unlike you.

"Why aren't you coming to school?" - Because I'm sick as shit, but if you don't really care for that then whatever.  And when I'm sick and go to school, and seeing as how when someone goes to school, they walk around a lot. Well when I get sick, I get lightheaded and dizzy, but no body understands that or listens or cares to how my body reacts when I'm sick. Because it's all about success and grades, not health and well-being!

"Why can't you hang out?" - And thirdly, because I don't fucking want to. Because you're only gonna go over to his house and smoke some weed and some cigarettes and probably drop some X. Like I said before, I cannot be around fumes that weed and tobacco give off. Because it only causes the inflamation in my lungs to get worse. And being around all that shit doesn't help my chronic bronchitis. Just because you may not care about your body being harmed, doesn't mean that I won't either. Everyones different, accept that.

Also, I'm getting sick and tired of how people judge people for how they dress, or act or look.
Not everyone is the same or has the exact same views as eachother. 
By the way a person dresses, does not and never will tell you what the persons personality is like.

People are so inconsiderate lately.
Live isn't about getting blazed all the time or drunk or having sex.
You don't need to live life and do that all the time.
I in particular am not found of living. 
But you don't see me wasting my life away.

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain. But people fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. I guess it is a friend." - Jim Morrison

May 10th, 2008

Can't say I miss doing that though. 
I haven't written, or anything.
Not a single poem, no fancy stories, no fancy poems.
Although, if I really put my mind to it then I might be able to.

When the clock says it's time to go
It's time to go.
Hand in your money and your hard earned life, because there's no where left for you.
Maybe when you return from where you once came back from then we can sit and talk about this.
But not now, because shit, you're never coming back again anyway.
When the sky is blue and cloud free, that's when I feel the highest.
That's when I feel happy, when I'm like that bird up in the sky soaring high.
In this fucking world, I feel so small.
I have no rights and more wrongs that I said I'd never do.
And yet, I have and continued thus.
Make of life what you will.
And they will come longing after you.
For your skin.

When my life ends, I want you to be there to witness it.
To cup your hands and let your tears form a pool in them.
When that smoke creeps out of opened mouths.
When that sky is so blue and free.
When we cry, we mean something greater than all this shit we feel.
Something much more intense.
Something like death maybe.
When people cry, do they think of death like I?
Or do they just continue to cry and feel the need to fly.
We're shaking hands behind backs.
And kissing lips under hazy skies.
We're waiting for stars to fall.
From broken lives, we sit and stare.



What makes us so obsessed with death?
Why is everyone so obsessed with death?
Maybe paranoid with it.
Fears it.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Because it's all around us.
Anything and anyone can kill us.

April 29th, 2008

Why is it always left?

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 And not the right, always left.

When our eve of extinction comes to erase us all from this place.
I won't be here.

Concern in someone is a load of bullshit.
It's always an excuse.
Always a fake.

Being invisible again makes me feel happy.
It's mind blowing.
Completely, utterly, mind blowing.

I'm shaking.
Crying maybe.
But what should that matter.
I never have except to very few who seem to be going opposite with me and not caring as much as they say to.

April 28th, 2008

Like I once said

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A million times before.
I think it's stupid to tell people how you feel.
I also think it's a fucking waste of time.


"
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?"

I'm a sarcastic asshole

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Title says all.
 
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