Saturday, March 30th, 2002 |
2:46 am |
it came back around and she held it up i looked it down she said yo sup here have some now or pass it lad look at it longer and they might get mad so in my hands her fingers brushed mine her head on my lap would have been fine but that didnt happen though final goodbye is far from past but to me it was passed she left my view and i forgot about you
Current Music: Jets to Brazil |
Wednesday, March 27th, 2002 |
1:41 pm |
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Sunday, March 24th, 2002 |
1:37 am |
can someone maybe help me with a title? Expectations of stable rationales dissipate While your microevolutions threaten The peace you wanted to make with the city Instead of scattering the infinitesimal pieces of me in your memory. Unable to relentlessly compensate for the hollow Confessional, you climb up those steps to your room That would be empty if not for the storm of unused opportunities. Futility is my sick bedfellow in spite of seemingly Altruistic hopes that the window will open and we will reach equilibrium. Understanding your cautious attitude toward the puzzle is impossible yet I persist. Current Mood: tiredCurrent Music: pink floyd |
Wednesday, March 13th, 2002 |
2:06 pm |
"Anybody Can Be Just Like Me" March fills your eyes with promise Ring the bell at the door your door Wear jeans on top of feelings under The umbrella you lost I understand What I meant when we said pictures Our shorelines never together unless He tears your shirt in one deft motion I'm here to fill your eyes with promise Current Mood: nervousCurrent Music: the weakerthans |
Sunday, March 10th, 2002 |
12:16 am |
wrote this a while ago. still like it. Warmest moonlit splashing in your eyes Wonders thrive So alive like fire uncontrollable Speak to me Because I see in your heart A pleasant place to play A perfect way to live. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: Jets to Brazil |
Saturday, March 9th, 2002 |
2:42 pm |
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2:19 pm |
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Friday, March 8th, 2002 |
2:00 pm |
only in seething melodrama and wasted ascension merely in masking fated beginnings to release sorrow today's wrongs amplify misplaced essential hypertension yesterday's songs deceive apprehensive ears of tomorrow
Current Music: Weezer |
Tuesday, March 5th, 2002 |
11:44 am |
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Monday, March 4th, 2002 |
7:30 pm |
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7:15 pm |
do do do well that makes me happy. time to work i guess. Current Mood: busyCurrent Music: music from Amelie |
7:14 pm |
Gambit! I'm Remy LeBeauWhat X-Men Character are You?Look out and lock up your daughters, everyone, we're in the presence of Remy LeBeau. That's right, you're that smooth-talkin' Cajun boy with a flare for making women swoon and a great love for all things shiny and steal-able. Sure, you're forever on the run from your past, but there's no reason why you can't run from it in style, oui? Current Mood: busyCurrent Music: music from Amelie |
Sunday, March 3rd, 2002 |
5:53 pm |
I kicked myself in the head. It hurt. I have an orange for you. Crazy. Current Mood: stressedCurrent Music: Dave Matthews |
Thursday, February 28th, 2002 |
12:42 am |
Wondering where will went when we wallowed without watching Lying, laying, la la lost, lonely, look Fuck it Whistling Ruffled, rinsed, wretched, retching Blue blue blue grey I stayed inside all day today. Current Mood: melancholyCurrent Music: ben folds five |
Monday, January 14th, 2002 |
1:39 pm |
"All This Ice and Set Me Free" Hurried walk across the (sunlight) square Up the (shining off the snow) hill Crossing bridges I try to break boundaries. After you open your door (warm scent) Deep set lights purple shining on green You radiant, I supplicant (conscious of movements) Feign silence, faux tranquility (heart racing). Towering walls a hundred feet thick And a thousand neat attempts to let in some light Leave my fists purple on purple and bleeding. And momentary release I finally present (ready). Long slow walk down the (moonlight) hill Across the (leaving footprints) square Wonder, excitement, expectation, hesitation Patience. Current Mood: anxiousCurrent Music: Get Up Kids |
Monday, December 17th, 2001 |
7:56 pm |
Three Words Chesterfield King. Over and again. Am I ready for again? Ready for a new 'you' ? Feel a chill you're a thrill up the hill if I spill whom to kill? me I will. It would. Enigmatic, post-Socratic fallacies and travesties and optimistic realism but then Here. Circular spinning round I?m round or not the top of my head am I dead? Maybe I need to let it go. Maybe it needs to fucking snow. So tonight I?m alone. Lock Stock and leaning back in my chair. All out of orange soda. Long low on cash. But music I always have. And my roommate?s gone, so I can help myself to his movie collection. And maybe eventually let myself go. Or one day, someday, make something of my own. Current Mood: thoughtfulCurrent Music: Get Up Kids |
Monday, October 29th, 2001 |
9:42 pm |
poem. Past Present
The Persian King held nothing back As he crossed the boundary set by immortal Zeus. Some would call this hybris, but not me. He held nothing back. Very easily could have stayed in the safety of his known world. Just as easily could have risked nothing. He took all he had and laid it on the line. He risked everything, and sure he lost. But he had a better chance of success Than if he sat in his room read till the day he died.
Current Music: The Beatles |
9:26 pm |
it's all over for the unknown soldier. i think this will be m last entry of this journal. i dont feel like i can get anything positive out of posting my feelings for the world to see. i may continue posting poems of mine or from others or song lyrics i really like. cheers, kyle. Current Mood: contemplativeCurrent Music: The Beatles |
Tuesday, October 16th, 2001 |
8:48 pm |
the Fresno State of poetry. yeah so this one is mine. it's called wednesday. and, i like it, so f--- you if you think it's shite. well it's my shite, ok? in any event... Wednesday Heavy My hair has forgotten the touch of sunlight My pupils grow wide And I fall in the abyss Falling holding on to this book And the sun sets, I barely notice My eyes glaze over and looking up I blink at a picture of us A picture of you smiling Shining under my lamp I heard your voice three days ago How lucky I am to have its memory It was three days ago Three days of sinking, pressed down until I land in my bed Alone. I can?t hold you I might as well open this book Current Mood: drainedCurrent Music: Hot Rod Circuit |
Thursday, October 11th, 2001 |
5:59 pm |
on a gloomy weeknight i have my calc II midterm tonight at 6:30. that class makes me feel stupid. but then sometimes i'll start to get it, and then i'll be lost again. it's basically going to be the hardest test i've ever taken. of course, it wont hold that record for too long. Current Mood: pessimisticCurrent Music: Reggie and the Full Effect |