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Monday, August 27, 2007



I cArry your heart with me


I carry your heart with me
I carry it in my heart
I am never without it
Anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling
I fear
no fate
For you are my fate, my sweet
I want no world
For beautiful you are my world, my true
And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide
And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart...
I carry it in my heart


*E.E.Cummings


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Friday, August 10, 2007



:((

After ages, I feel myself breaking apart, torn from all ends, rough smooth edges bruising my soul, drawing blood. I dont know wht happened :( I tried sooo hard tht I just knew tht I'd be okay. That feeling inside, tht tells you wen ure wrong or right. I was right. Wasnt I? I had promised myself. I had told myself over and over again not to go down tht path. Wasnt I the one who solved everybody's issues? Was I?

I've tried everythng. I've tried being funny, I've tried to be sensible, I've acted like a kid too and I started liking everythng u liked, I tried. I tried to be myself. Nothing works out. And I kept myself busy. Working working working. And studying. But u dont fade away. Like a jolt, u cum back. U just come back. I just cant see you going away. I cant. And yet, I have to...

Questions and questions and questions. I know all the answers. I know. I swear i do. But I just don't wanna realize them. Breaking away is never impossible. It just hurts. And I know pain comes in all forms. But dear God, im so scared of getting hurt like this again. Please. Anythng. Ill offer anythng. Im begging you...

"your choice, it's simple her or me. And I'm sure she's really great . . . but i love you in a really really big pretend to like your music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold radio over my head outside your window . . . so pick me, choose me, love me."
Please. Please...
Please Pick me.


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Thursday, August 09, 2007



Broken- Lifehouse


The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
with a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home


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Sunday, August 05, 2007



i hAte you!

Lissen, if ure reading this, i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.


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The World I know- Collective Soul



Has our conscience shown?

Has the sweet breeze blown?

Has all the kindness gone?

Hope still lingers on.

I drink myself of newfound pity

Sitting alone in New York City

And I don't know why.

Are we listening?

Hymns of offering.

Have we eyes to see?

Love is gathering.

All the words that I've been reading

Have now started the act of bleeding
Into one.

So I walk up on high

And I step to the edge

To see my world below.

And I laugh at myself

While the tears roll down.

'Cause it's the world I know.

It's the world I know.


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