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June 8, 2009 - Monday
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Current mood:  drained
Category: Writing and Poetry
OPEN YOUR EYES INTERNALLY AND EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT MAKES YOU LOOK AT ME DIFFERENTLY. COULD IT BE THE WALK I WALK IT NEVER SEEMED THHAT STRANGE TO ME OR THE FACT THAT I AM VERY WELL EDUCATED YET YOU REFUSE TO ADMIT THE FACCT BECAUSE YOU PLAINLY HATE IT. MAYBE ITS MY VOICE NOT QUITE A SORT OF YOUR CHOICE. OH YEA IT MIGHT BE THAT I HAVE THE SAME ORDINARY ORGANS THAT EVERY BEING IS GIVEN AT THE POINT OF EXISTENCE I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU HAVVE TO SEE ME IN A TOTAL DIFFERENT WAY. MAYBE ITS THAT I AM FROM HARD WORKING UPBRINGINGS IS OR THAT I CAN WRITE SPEAK READ TYPE THINK AND CRY IN SPANISH AND ENGLISH FLUENTLY. OR MAYBE MY BELIEFS THAT WE ARE BORN TO WORK HARD IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE OR THE COLOR OF MY HAIR MAYBE EVEN MY EYES. I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND WHY I AM LOOKD AT DIFFERENTLY AS MY PEOPLE SEEM TO BE I HATE TO ADMIT THAT THE ONLY REASON IS THAT I HAVE A DIFFERENT COLOR SKIN ONCE IMMIGRANT PARENTS AND A FOREIGN BIRTHPLACE. THE ONLY REASON IS THAT YOU ARE NOT A MEXICAN LIKE ME.
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May 14, 2009 - Thursday
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Current mood:  relaxed
Category: Writing and Poetry
..like sugar sprinkles on my cookie. a tingly feeling in my heart. an unknown voice that calls for you. a warmth only felt when im with you. LUV is feeling that i have known you since my existence. the releiver to my disguised pain.
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January 23, 2009 - Friday
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i am one in this world sitting in the green yellow grass with the wind pulling my hair my thoughts flying away with the breeze that attacks my whole eye witness the empty homes waiting still for the ones they love i am on with a pen and a notebook i am only one in the gigantic world living another day observing the creations that God and men made i feel at ease with life even though my heart misses those that are no longer here i feel so complete of course i yearn for more but at this moment everything seems in place my tranquility has killed the pain
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January 23, 2009 - Friday
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Category: Writing and Poetry
i am one in this world sitting in the green yellow grass with the wind pulling my hair my thoughts flying away with the breeze that attacks my whole eye witness the empty homes waiting still for the ones they love i am on with a pen and a notebook i am only one in the gigantic world living another day observing the creations that God and men made i feel at ease with life even though my heart misses those that are no longer here i feel so complete of course i yearn for more but at this moment everything seems in place my tranquility has killed the pain
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January 9, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:chilling
Category: Writing and Poetry
inhale.. exhale.
with my shaky fingers i hold you again
evaluating life and its unknown turns
think..and puff.. think..and puff
ahh.. the sudden relief
the freedom of pain
the distraction and belief
it all seems unreal
and i breathe again
capturing the weapon of destruction to my agony
then i breathe out releasing it all the stress, the pain,
the disgusting feelings that are trapped within
inhale.. exhale.
i begin to live again
the trauma disappears
but only momentarily
breathe it in... breathe it out
the smoke cleans the awful emotions
that invaded me
the long and slim soldier
fights the battle with me
instead of a tear watering down
smoke from my lungs yell out victory
the smoky air that leaves my body
sweeps the troubles that lived inside of me
think..and puff.. think..and puff.
my mind becomes clear
my heart no longer aches
the disgusting feelings that were trapped within,
the pain,
the stress
it all slowly surrenders
to my one true friend
the long slim white object
that i hold with my shaky fingers
everything is killed
and a rebirth takes place
bringing joy and pleasure
and the only thing that i have to do
is
inhale..and..exhale.
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January 9, 2009 - Friday
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Current mood:  geeky
Category: Writing and Poetry
who am i?
am i still me?
who will i,
end up to be,
in this long story?
will i become who i wish to be?
will i ever be truly happy?
and after life will i still be?
or will i vanish,
and become only history?
who am i?
who will i be?
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January 4, 2009 - Sunday
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Category: Writing and Poetry
in the back I never knew that it would all end up adding up.
the exciting and the depressing decisions and experiences. things were a struggle in the past before it became what I truly aimed for. the thoughts that should hve never crossed my mind usually crossed it.
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December 20, 2008 - Saturday
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Current mood:  loved
Category: Writing and Poetry
yes i knew your name yes i did not care yes i know your name yes i do care no it never crossed my mind no i never dreamed of you no i never thought that you no you would never own my heart yes my heart is alone yes without you im am extremely lost yes you own my heart no i never smiled for you before no i never cried for you before yes for you i would die of a happy heart attack yes for you i would cry an infinity of tears no i never thougth that you would teach me how to love yes thanks to you i am in love no i will not laugh if you leave forever yes i will jump up and down and love you until the end
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October 2, 2008 - Thursday
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Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry
I stop and wish that life was really like a fairytale. Where exiting is not as easy as existing. A world that not many humans have encountered because in the real life there is so much negativity revolving around us. More malicious and ugly ambitions rather than true happiness and honest desires. I wish and wish, but I'm still here. I wish that there was no drugs, no angry people wishing the worst, no witnessing your loved ones fade away, no horrible times in which you cry yourself to sleep, no tough situations where you usually take the easiest yet the wrong path, no headaches that convince on into hating themselves, no evil illnesses that hurt more than death, no innocent decisions that take you nowhere, no impossibility in achieving true love, no hungry people suffering each day as other dispose of food with zero care, no looking back into an awful past that has passed you by. I just wish but everything remains. It is all here haunting the bad aswell as the good. I can't quite seem to understand why one must live to die, hurt before you heal and cry before you actually smile a relieving smile. But before I let our minds wander off to far, I will end this random thought that I am glad to share, with only one thing to say: "Be happy and always(no matter what) look forward in a bright and smiling way!"
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March 25, 2008 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
i miss the people that i meet in my dreams the smiley faces that those awesome strangers wear the comfort that they surprise me with i miss the the way that i unconsciously control their actions i miss the warm friendships that i make the fantasy land filled with tons of laughs i miss the people that i meet in my dreams
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