| Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 |
| 5:42 pm |
Dreams
Are dangerous ambitions. |
| Wednesday, October 28th, 2009 |
| 3:48 am |
Sometimes
My heart makes me feel small. And I just want to hold someone's hand, that's 12 feet tall. I suppose I should make more friends that are trees. |
| Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 |
| 3:47 am |
Captain's Log
The blank page intimidates me tonight. Sometimes words flow out of me as fast as my fingers allow. Recently though, my best words have been reserved for individuals, personal words. But at the moment there's no one to speak to. And I find myself alone with my thoughts. The inside of my head is awkward these days. It seems so cluttered, but upon closer examination I find the clutter is made of spaces. I want to say things, and type them, as if saying them would make them disapear, but that's seldom the case. A poem might be nice. Poems have the lovely duality of letting you say just how you feel in such a personal way, without revealing specifics. I don't think I have a poem in me tonight though, just a jumble of words at best. Let's have a jumble. Say it again, I didn't hear you There's too much I missed But it wasn't my fault Circular paths aren't getting us anywhere But that's exactly where I'd like to be Shake the box Madness Beauty It's cruel that happiness and sadness should be so closely linked. If we could but separate the two the world would be a better place. The pursuit of happiness will bring you sadness but failure flowers into redemption. the topography of human emotion and existence is a jumble of hills and valleys. Canyons and towering peaks. At least in any life worth living. |
| Saturday, May 2nd, 2009 |
| 5:54 pm |
Take me away, leave me the same
Take me out of my brain These things in life It's an uphill spiral To downfall peak Take me away Leave me the same I want it to change While I remain Introduce me can you tell me my name Put me to rest Lay me down Close my eyes |
| Wednesday, February 4th, 2009 |
| 3:10 am |
"Viking Shane"
His presence turns night into a scorching illusion Like a beast, his comfort is instinct Women lose their former positions Vanity repopulates the village Mediocrity is left to decompose Men are boys Women are slaves Villages are memories Shane is here By: Lila Maria Zapata |
| Tuesday, January 27th, 2009 |
| 6:36 pm |
So I was sitting outside this evening.
I don't sit outside enough. It's strange what humanity has become in the developed world. Locking ourselves in our little boxes. It was strangely comforting to listen to birds and feel the wind blowing by. Simple experiences like that are powerful in their history. Those same feelings and sounds have been experienced by so many before. I like to close my eyes and think about that sort of thing. |
| Saturday, January 17th, 2009 |
| 3:49 am |
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2009 |
| 7:12 am |
Dreams
I have the best dreams. Sometimes though, it worries me, because I feel like I want to dream more than I want to be awake. Which is almost like a weird suicide. Anyway. I was just going back through old lj's. I feel bad that I never post anymore. Also, I've decided that my true life goal right now really is to become a viking. I really hope I don't fail. |
| Saturday, December 13th, 2008 |
| 4:21 pm |
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| Thursday, October 30th, 2008 |
| 2:29 am |
I'm feeling...
like I'm getting younger. I hope it's true, cause things were more fun in highschool. Well...maybe not. Who can remember? |
| Sunday, July 6th, 2008 |
| 7:15 pm |
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| Tuesday, May 6th, 2008 |
| 12:50 am |
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| Saturday, March 15th, 2008 |
| 11:18 pm |
qua?
The short shrub had no grass; neither did the medium. The gardener planted a tree. |
| Tuesday, December 11th, 2007 |
| 9:07 am |
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| Wednesday, December 5th, 2007 |
| 3:27 pm |
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| Tuesday, December 4th, 2007 |
| 8:16 am |
I'd like to lay down a marker of the past
So that I can remember it in the future. Circumstances, circumstances. All the kings horses and all the kings men But I've found that in the end We all fall down Time and again Reality, Reality Fairy tales and magic are all I want to see But that world disguised is just beyond my reach I can see it though I swear Just beyond the painted gray It's an incomplete picture But I'm not licensed to venture Beyond these fragile walls |
| Wednesday, November 14th, 2007 |
| 5:09 am |
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| Saturday, November 3rd, 2007 |
| 1:53 am |
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| Wednesday, September 19th, 2007 |
| 9:07 am |
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| Sunday, September 9th, 2007 |
| 2:57 pm |
So livejournal.
Your text based glory has become so outdated. Who has time to write in you anymore. I want you to know that I have all sorts of feelings still. But I lack the will to record them. Perhaps text will make a comeback one day. Damn you myspace. |
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