Thursday, December 10, 2009 5:58 AM
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Current mood:  thoughtful
Life has been on this crazy trip lately. It's passing just like it always has, but it's different now. There are times where it's like everything is slowing down. And I can look and watch it all fly around. Sometimes it's so slow, it might as well be rewinding. But it's a good thing, I think. It makes it easier to really sit and take a look around. I can look at where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going. I can look at who I am and who I want to become. It's rough, sometimes, when stress starts to get at me like a rabid animal. But that's part of the experience, isn't it? We all deal with problems, and the real test is facing them. Finding out if we're strong enough to stand up and fight. And if we're willing to become better. Yeah, there are a few kinks still that get at me. Yeah, I'm still hitting some speed bumps. But I'm kind of okay with that. I think I like where this is going. I'm finally back to being me, and I missed that quite a bit. The future itself is inevitable, but how we go about it is so subject to change. Let's make a difference, shall we?
For those of you who deserve the world, I'm proud of you. I'm proud of you for who you are. And I admire you for everything you do. I admire you for going out there and doing something worthwhile. For doing something you may not want to do. And for doing that anyway because you know someone has to. And if not you, who else? I admire you for doing what needs to be done. For being brave. Courageous. And compassionate. You should know who you are. <3
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009 4:58 AM
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Current mood:  animated
It's a new dawn Break the surface And feel the warmth of the sun on your skin The light is bright as it penetrates the shadows The dark that's been hovering in the back of your mind Don't be afraid to seek salvation Every cloudy sky has a silver lining Embrace what you've come to know A new face is around every unturned corner The trust you felt began to slip You could feel it in every bone But there, a savior came from the sky Compassion in the form of a smile You've been given a reason to trust And there you know, the cause is not lost A savior to bring faith to the lost Regrow the wings of the fallen Distance disregarded by what you believe What you know is believable now There is no giving up at the end Only a new beginning for those Still looking to seek one
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Thursday, October 29, 2009 5:35 AM
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Current mood:  hopeful
The clock strikes it late And you're sleep deprived Keep your eyes open though You never know when you'll come alive When something changes When that smile creeps across your face But right now you're just a little broken Lost in your ridiculous state So confused by how you feel Nothing like what others think It's all about what you're afraid to lose Not what you've already had and lost This wouldn't be the first time But you're stronger now Prepared for the moment when the lights go out And you feel yourself crashing down Falling into pieces across the floor Hoping the convulsions will die out But this isn't what they think it is No, not this time it isn't You've still got a hold of it That one strong bond that you wish will never fade It may not be what it used to It may not be the same But in the hour of salvation You're only looking for the hand to help you find your way
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Monday, October 26, 2009 8:05 AM
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Current mood:  thoughtful
Sometimes you just need to say something. You just need to let it out. It's not healthy to keep things bottled up inside. But what if it's a good thing you're hiding? Then, by all means, share it with someone. Share it with the world.
Sometimes people need to know they're loved. It's in our nature. Sometimes they just need to hear something nice about them. It's even so much better when you believe it's actually true. I never hesitate to remind someone I care about, that I care about them. Everyone likes to know that someone out there sees their good deeds, whether they are intentional or not. Someone needs to know they're amazing to someone. And someone needs to know that when they're told they're amazing, it's actually true.
I didn't use names for a reason. If you think I'm talking about you, maybe I am. I refuse to burst your bubble about it. I want you to be happy. But if it's killing you about one you just can't figure out, then ask me who it is. I may just tell you.
One. You are one of the most admirable people I know, whether you know it or not. And whether you believe it or not. Sure, you don't always make the best choices, but you're human. Yeah, I don't always agree with you, but that's what makes us different. And that's why I admire you so much. Because no matter what, you're always going to be yourself. And not matter what, you're always going to do what you feel is right. How could I ever condemn you for that? How could anyone? Some day you'll make a huge difference. You'll change lives. And I know that's really all you need in life to feel like you've lived for a real purpose. That's inspiring.
Two. You deserve more than you've been given, even if I'm the only human being who will ever believe so. You're not always the person I should want to see or hear, but that never stops me. There's just something about you that could change it all in the blink of an eye. I envy that in you. It's a gift, it really is. The power to be so uplifting to someone. You've given me hope that no matter how dark the day is, there will always be blue skies out there somewhere. The grass will always be greener on the other side. And there will be a silver lining. You give me hope like no one else can.
Three. You are not a doormat. You are a human being. You've changed my life. You're like a savior in a life that was in desperate need of guidance. You are a beautiful soul and the way you see the world is admirable in every way. I just hope some day I wont be one of the few that see the real beauty in everything you do, in everything you are. I want to be one of the many. You move me, like beautiful music. I just hope some day, everyone will be able to hear your song.
Four. I want only happiness for you. You give me a reason to keep trusting people, even when I see how many times your own trust has backfired. You give me hope there are more people like you. More people who are honest and good, and deserve truth. You deserve reasons to smile. You never fail to make me smile. I only wish for you to know that. To have joy in life, and to be rid of those who bring you down. You deserve much more than what you've been dealt. Keep smiling for yourself, and know I'll always be smiling for you.
Five. You are the calm surface of the water, and the push that breaks through to the inside. I wish everyone saw what I can see. More than just a mirror of people's words and stories, you're not just the cover of a book, you're a multi-volume text. I wish others could read your story and no there's more than meets the eye. Maybe I've never read the entire book. But I've read enough chapters to know you deserve better. You're a good person, in every bit of the word. Some day the rest of the world will see it too. I miss the way things were, ages ago. When I could still call you close. But who knows if that will happen again? Everything still has an undertermined future.
Six. You are a genuinely good soul. So rare to find, these days. I admire you so much for that. I try to be nice, but it's not a specialty of mine. Something about that for you just comes off so second-nature. I wish for people not to step on you, but to hug you, love you, and appreciate you. For everything you've been for them, for all you are, and for everything I know you will continue to be. You're amazing, in every sense of the word. I hope your ability to be so kind anf sweet and compassionate to so many rubs off on those who aren't like you. You're going to change the world, one stone-cold heart at a time.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009 5:59 AM
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Current mood:  thoughtful
Everyone's in bed And the time hits right Sneak out the front door You're quite the sight for sore eyes Missing all those late night drives And the laughs and the craziness Those were the good old days Boy, we really had something going right 'Upset' wasn't in my vocabulary And happiness was more than just a myth Who cares if we wound up tired as hell All those nights we felt alive A smile that could save my world And I could see it all in your eyes That was all I needed, back then Just those moments and those nights
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Saturday, October 17, 2009 5:37 AM
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Current mood:  quiet
Wandering through the sand Each grain like the time Slipping from an hour glass Wondering where the lines fade From too much to not enough Or if they even exist at all It's lonely here, in my barren wasteland My sea of time and fallen sand When do the hours slip away And leave us where we thought we started A sea of lost, lonely, empty souls All of whom have soon departed This is where I stand today Waiting for my ship to sail The captain of the crew to take my hand Pull me aboard and leave time behind Where there is never too much Because too much is never enough But for now I walk this barren wasteland And I'll take your passing with a grain of sand
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Sunday, October 11, 2009 7:30 PM
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Current mood:  loved
I wish I could explain The hold you have on me Like a vice grip around my heart But it's not suffocating, it's electrifying If I could taste every touch It'd be like the purest sugar Sweet and delicious And mine for the taking If I could feel every thought I know you think when our eyes meet I bet it'd feel like the finest silk Soft and smooth and beautiful I lose my mind in those shining eyes Green, gray, and reflecting it all Everything you feel Everything you don't say, I hear With every beat of your heart When my head is pressed against your chest Every breath you take Breathing so even, in and out It's all enough to drive me crazy Like a drug I'm not ashamed of The one I'd gladly be addicted to You're my intoxication I'm hooked on you
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Saturday, October 10, 2009 4:14 AM
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Current mood:  apathetic
That's all you've got The heat of your anger Thrashing through your veins The whiplash of your temper Tearing through the dirt and rain All you ever do is drink Try to drown out all your issues Waste what you've got on pointless objects Things that never solve anything Keep trying though Someday you might wear down Someone other than yourself Just keep yelling and screaming I hope one day someone puts you in your place Go back to the boondocks You do nothing here but take up space
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Tuesday, October 06, 2009 3:10 AM
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Current mood:  weird
Here I am in this place again Taking up all this space again Crawling, breathing into the wind Searching for a means to an end Stuck here in this mental prison A direction I've only led myself in Mind racing, pulsating again Thinking hard, decision after decision I'm at a crossroads, don't like where I'm headed My world shaking as I try to get steady Body convulsing and another headache Set off on foot and hope that I'm ready Know what I want and I'm trying to take it But it's increasingly difficult when it's faded Distraction a blur, and everything's jaded Headed for salvation, just hope I can make it
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Sunday, September 20, 2009 5:03 AM
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Current mood:  listless
Deception in the form Of some fallen angel's smile Like the calm before a storm You wish it'd stay a while Waiting in the quiet You're silent through the night Inside you feel the riot Of a love that's losing sight Emotion surges like the sea Tearing you apart So many things you want to be Hope for another start Your breathing speeds up pace As your mind begins to think Of all the lonely, empty space Different scene in every blink An image of that angel's face So genuine it seems Making your heart pound and race In more than just your dreams
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Thursday, August 20, 2009 10:32 PM
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Current mood:  blank
The song was senseless and sappy, but it made me feel something. And although I couldn't articulate it at that age, feeling something - anything - made me conscious that I was alive.
I would spend the rest of my childhood sitting beside radios, continually being transformed and exalted by a melody, a lyric, a riff.
I would spend most of my adolescence in pieces on the floor, only to be picked up and put back together by the voice of one of my heroes.
It sounds silly, I know. But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie.
Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.
And sometimes, when you're trying to find your way, one of those gods actually shows up and gives you directions.
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Tuesday, July 28, 2009 7:25 AM
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Current mood:  romantic
Tell me what's on your mind when the dark hits That smile creeps across your face and the mood fits Everything is feeling right as the room's lit Don't want to leave yet, just wait a little bit Hear my heartbeat in my head beating louder Feels like we're losing every second by the hour We're radiating all the passion and the power A life of love so sweet and sour There's so much time around to waste When all I wanted was a taste Our eyes are locked and our fingers laced While every line and every curve is traced Don't turn the light on, not just yet
Don't watch the time when the mood is set
Just stay with me, soft silhouette
As wonderful as the day we met Just laying there beside you in the dark Something grew from that little spark You touched my heart and left a mark A journey waiting to embark
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Thursday, July 16, 2009 1:47 AM
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Current mood:  pensive
You hide the fear with pretty lies Behind that little crooked smile Hoping that the many times You tell yourself you're fine That one of these days You'll actually start to believe it Deep down we're all terrified But there's an excitement that shows through You look so calm on the surface But inside your nerves are like the stormy sea Time is running out So let yourself catch your breath Nothing has to be forever So when you get tired of running When you're tired of searching for yourself Turn around One of these days You'll miss what you left behind
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Tuesday, July 14, 2009 7:11 AM
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Current mood:  thoughtful
The warmth circled by the ceiling fan Is almost too familiar in the morning sun With nothing aloud but the sound of Your even breathing, in and out I lay beside you without a sound You look so peaceful while you sleep Skin soft and warm and sweet Fingers gently tracing every line Watching you wake up to me Counting down the hours of the days Until I'm what you wake up to every morning Waiting so impatiently To be all you see before you fall asleep Every touch lingers heavy on my fingers The texture of your messy hair The smoothness of your sweetened skin The taste emanating from delicate lips Another soft memory to leave on repeat
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009 3:57 AM
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Current mood:  aroused
Sometimes the people around us
cause us unnecessary pain. Sometimes they don’t. Some of us aren’t always that
lucky. That’s where music comes in. Because sometimes we all need to feel
something, even if it’s negative. We all need to feel something to help remind
us that we are still alive. That’s all we can do sometimes. Just live.
For those of us that need that extra push,
that’s why we have music. For when we need to feel understood. For when we need
to feel less lonely. For when we just need to feel.
Music is my opiate. My savior.
When the screaming started in that dirty old
living room, I’d turn up the music in my headphones as loud as it would go.
Music had provided an escape. It understood me like no one else did. Like no
one else could.
The
words may have been a made up story, but each note felt as real to me as every
swing of his hand. It hit me like a truck, and left a scar that would never
fade.
When the music wasn’t enough to drown out the
pain and the hate, I buried my face between the pages of a book. I let myself
be engulfed in a new world. I let it take me away.
Even though it’s not real, it caught me.
Something about it drew me in from the beginning and I was never able to get
away. It held me, and I absorbed it. And it became a part of me. Might as well
be the blood coursing through my veins.
Not everyone has a passion for music. Not to
where it can envelop them and pull them in. Sometimes people need something
else. Like another human being. Sometimes people just need another soul. Someone
to wrap them in their arms like a blanket and cover them with faith. Not just
faith in themselves, but faith in other people. Some of us are lucky enough to
find another half of ourselves somewhere. Anywhere.
I had a dream one night. I was standing on a
bridge with him, looking into the world. There was a creek beneath us, trees
and mountains around us. The air was cool and cloudy, like the perfect day. He
asked me who I was. I told him I’m the girl who wants someone to obsess over. I
want someone to envelop my whole world. I want someone to swallow my soul and
be a part of me forever. I told him I want something that doesn’t exist. And if
it does, I haven’t discovered it yet.
That was the last thing I remembered before I
died.
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