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First post in a long time [Oct. 20th, 2005|09:59 am]
[mood | anxious]
[music |The Decemberists - The Mariner's Revenge Song]

There was a cute entry somewhere around here, about love. I deleted it. But I remember her... oh that entry was from such a long time ago. But it doesn't seem so long...

...but it's only been four months since I left her.

"And I've been drunker than a sailor ever since the day I left you,
your darkest secrets safely packed away,
up in my steamer trunk."
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overwhelm me [Jan. 16th, 2004|02:01 pm]

i used to miss the smell of fire
clean and pure and full of desire
and this was the first you came to me

like an angel in a dream
or a cartridge in a gun
you flew towards me

and i closed my eyes for half of forever

and i missed the smell of the ocean
and i missed the tears and the sand
and my bruises

and i gaze even now at my ugly scars
and i want to cut myself open
repair my flaws, maybe for you

and then i kept my eyes open till the sun rose

i remember on my knees crying things seemed simple
or slightly less red
and then i saw you

like an angel you flew across the room
and guided my hand softly away from the trigger
softly away from the soft edge of forever

your guiding hands felt like forever...

oh angel i beg you, overwhelm me
i'll fall for you glory
and beg your forgiveness
i swear just overwhelm me

and that was where i stood
before mixtures of tears and blood found me
inside this fire burns forgotten
and sometimes it's tended and sometimes it screams

cackle and pop don't burst at the seams

so i beg, overwhelm me
remember when dreams meant something?
i dropped to myself and smiled almost
before blood stuck my mouth together

overwhelm me...

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untitled (rough draft) [Dec. 11th, 2003|12:11 pm]
Nearly convinced that loneliness is my only friend
Blowing smoke from my cigarette
Down onto scattered papers no one will ever read
Bloodspattered floors
and my bloodspattered Gillette
and blood in the sink
to imagine in the absence of self mutilation
somehow razorblades still draw life from wounds
out of loneliness, from the insomnia that bites
deeper in my skull than tumors
harder in my voice than stone
gravel in my throat

it’s been hours since I spoke words
and ages since I said something that had meaning
and I want to write you letters
and I want to bring roses to your tombstone
and if you make it longer than me then you should find someone new
but you’ll never read this, because I can’t let anyone know
how I find coins tails down on a regular basis
I can’t let anyone know anything and I want to
But you can’t squeeze blood from a stone
But you can carve a statue but I’m more of a statuette
Smaller in stature and seemingly lessened in craft
And I know everyone wanders on to the next exhibit

I don’t have much to offer
And I wish someone noticed that I’m working on that
And I wish someone could dust me off,
Take pictures
Put me in a magazine and accept my world tour with fanfare
Pay me tails down coins to see my exhibit
Or a wooden dice, to improve my chances
Or a rabbit’s foot from a deep dark valley
Or anything, I’ll take anything from you
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today [Dec. 6th, 2003|03:46 pm]
[mood | content]
[music |Thursday - Jet Black New Year]

snow.
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before you got too cool [Nov. 24th, 2003|01:53 am]
[mood | blank]
[music |Brand New - Mix Tape]

i wrote this a while back, it's called "summer zebras"

black and white and red all over
it's the morning edition of the newspaper
covered
in
morning blood
it came from your wrists as you reached for a slice
of watermelon;
and the hot summer sun.
it's really too much, i wish you could reach out,
and drown me
in the deep end...
oh, the diving boards of these burning summer days
you can plunge into the water, and forget about
them, your heart, your love
and you can say "it's the heat"

i don't know...
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ouch [Jul. 28th, 2003|05:27 pm]
[mood | sick]
[music |Elliott Smith - Speed Trials]

i hate razorburn, having a cold, unrequited love, drug tests, groundings, boredom, and lack of sleep.

i like soft pillows, computers, calzones, angel hair pasta, and twilight.

i love some people, making out, sleeping, alcohol, elliott smith, the sunrise and the early morning dawn.
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