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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 20
Sign: Scorpio

City: Someplace Else
State: Florida
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/4/2005

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Saturday, April 19, 2008 

Current mood:  amorous

I know That this is worth it...

If you and i could just wake up

Our dreams could escape these black velvet curtains

Blocking out the light from inside

Theres no need to Hide

Just please stand here with me

Under spotlight and watchful eye

Theres noone here but you and me on stage

 

Like actor and actress we rehearse the verse

Living or playing unsure what is worse

Put up this show under tent and sheet

Never revealing our cheek to cheek

For fear that the viewers will get to us first

But don't drop the script girl now don't lose your line

Cause without the rhythm we'll jump out of time

Fall on our faces and shatter the masks

Just go on with the show

And if they askk

 

Theres nothing here more than all that is before you

The forestage is clear from all but the viewers cheers, oh they adore you

But behind the curtain the smoke and the mirrors

Backstage is certain to hold more than

3:27 AM 
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006 

Current mood:who knows
Category: Writing and Poetry

Where Lips Meet

the moon hangs low
swallowing all in a dull grey light
the earth is flat as the huge round mirror
hanging against a white-speckled black
nullifies all depth
retributes all intensity
dulls all excitement
and even still
in a night such as this
in which the world has been sucked dry
to this 50's sitcom land of neutral and shade
your eyes shine brighter than the now hiding sun
my gaze unable to avert
attentions lay unpaid
these eyes
my dull grey windows to the world
they are just a fountain-bottomed penny next to yours
and like a window shopping housewife
i stand and stare so long
my ankles burn with that not so happy stitch feeling
that makes you wanna raise your arms
 up over your head
so all i can do is stand here as this strangely aging shell
close these unexciting eyes
and lean in
hoping you may join me
In that one simple place

4:42 AM 
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Saturday, September 02, 2006 

Current mood:  complacent
Category: Writing and Poetry
Im drifting
upwards
through the air
my hair pulls
my shirt lifts
my shoes push
up
...up
......up
im weightless
im lifting towards the sun
towards the moon
towards that vast empty black
that i feel i could just fall into
right this second
im being forced
up
into this incredible hole that surrounds
i meet the bugs
and smile to the birds
and hug the clouds
i wave to a flight attendant
she hands the first classman his Cape Cod
the stars are smiling down at me
i can feel the warmth
pushing deep inside
and my feet
pushing far away
up
from that where they belong
im a satellite
im a space walker
and i can breathe up here
in this endless black
in this hole-punched, black blanket
im covered
and i can feel my body beginning to pull
up
my limbs and hair
all lift and hang
dangling before my eyes
im a marianette
with string so endless
forever pulling
up
still i just smile
and when i open my eyes
yours are still there
looking back at me
and our lips
are still warm
from that kiss
The Kiss
that kiss which sent me
up
5:56 PM 
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006 

Current mood:  indifferent
Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm lost in this feeling
ankle deep
knee deep
waist deep
im drowing in it
my mind is dog paddling through you
losing strength and pace
giving in to this undertoe
this unforgiving rip tide of
heat and fuzzy stomach almost nervousy feelings
and as I'm slowly and happily drowning in this fire
everything seems to just lock into place
i hear that soft hello
And my eyes are graced by that cute smile
i feel lifted
into the sky a gazillion feet
i can no longer see myself
im head over heels over head
tossing and turning
dancing around this airy cloud
just filled and ready to burst
and pour down like rain
that hot, sticky, bitter sweet, not so bad feeling
i cant lose this burning
sticking like napalm
and im engulfed
with a smile on my face
in this fire
this love
7:53 PM 
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006 

Current mood:same as the others, dont feel like searching the l
This one's called

Second Guess


But then i can't....

and something comes to mind
an age greyed wooden fence
standing silent in a field of an impenitrable green
the sunlight barely there
and the clouds huddle and spread like people in the city
The Sky begins to fall glistening and cool
aiming for an outstretched tongue

and sky meets ground with that same humid scent
bringing back the time when
you were 5 with red wagon in tow
popsicle stained pokemon shirt
wandering the world of a yard
and the same scent arrives
yet only with hanging head and a gajillion but moms
no more fun for memory me
no more memories for fun old me

and after a while
the novelty is gone
just like those little
chokeable toy things
that come in little chokeable toy bags in your happy meal
What doesnt kill you these days
especially Time

and so my old toes meet this dead dying death fence of dead
forget it all
just let your memory go
let the future flow by
now theres nothing left
nothing but the present
but the rain feels good
and in those miniscule fleeting moments of freefall
i bet the rain had the time of its life

so do it
kiss her
6:15 PM 
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006 
Here's More

I Wonder

I wonder why we kill ourselves
just trying to live
breaking Back and Bone
just to have the same end
working to the ground
so we can dig the same grave

I wonder why we try to become world renowned
when I cant remember where I left my keys
were not getting anywhere
with money and easy living

I wonder why things worry us so much
Like being behind the slow person in traffic
Maybe theyre taking it all in
while were just speeding past the world
There are no more important things

I wonder why we prepare
for natural disasters
but not for mental breakdowns
or for death of ourselves and others
We could have evacuation routes
or refuge shelters for the heart couldnt we?

I wonder why New Years Resolutions
only last until Valentines day
but reappear in Easter
Maybe we all need to be a little more consistent
And a little less worried about Judgement

I wonder why we cant control ourselves
If were so advanced
why is our world overwhelmed
with grayed air which chokes and kills
while the primates live harmoniously
in lush soft green beauty
or at least whats left of it

I wonder why were addicted
Cigarettes alcohol pot crack sex
love
maybe were all a little addicted to
ourselves


I wonder why we laugh at pain
when we know how much it hurts
might as well be waving
to your neighborhood murderer
Isn't it funny,
how consistent agony is

I wonder why we turn away
from those who extend hands our way
humiliation may be a loss of breath
but betrayal can be homicide

I wonder why the body falls tired
when theres so much to be done
We sleep away so much of our lives
maybe the to-do list
isn't as important as we thought

I wonder why we kill ourselves
When we dont even
know why were living
Death could just be for Show
lets hope you get good reviews

So next time you feel like
smoking
fucking
loving
dying
hurting
working
sleeping
Maybe you should just sit

And Wonder
6:08 PM 
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006 

Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Here's a couple poems I've written over the years. I'm bored and I don't have a blog so I felt like just posting a few out there..tell me what you think
I'll post em in seperate blogs.


Breath
to spark is all that is needed
to begin such firestorm
to hail charred words and ties
to break from the trees
to stretch such flame from root to tomorrow
to be born from the same
to have such wisdom in a shriveling life
to burn
to fill lips and tongues with ash and smoke
to share such a need for gain and loss

to hunger for gain is foolish yet gleeful
to continue a fleeting dream
to want and love or even build
to hope for the truth to lie to you
to close ear and eye to all burdens of truth
to open lips to all

to yearn for loss is eternal and forebode
to consume all that lingers
to end all existence
to be birthed in such hellfire
to feed like a phoenix
to relive in the fire with each explosive flicker
to grow in the deadly warmth

But living
to live you must flip the tape to side B
to continue a brisk stride staring at the inside of tinted lenses
to follow beaten trail or brazened track
to ignore the embodiment of loss gripping your shoulder
to swing a browned leather samsonite towards all who oppose

is this living?
or is the hourglass of time filled with ash
from the days and peoples of old
to die is immortality
to be remembered through lip to breath filled ear
to live is notorious nonexistence

to rethink it all in a moment
what destiny does one choose
to live as nothing
to die as something
or to hurt as someone
5:55 PM 
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