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arlynne

12:08 am - the no love .

there is something profound in
the clattering of spoons- a
secret order that pleases the mind.
i hold your hand, as you take lethal shots
desperate to give you my own life through
quiet whispers.

there is something in
the way you lie, your bare back unfazed
by the cold winter air.
i breathe on sleek skin, expecting to be able to
draw a heart in the fog,
like on a window,
but you come up blank.

there is something in the love
of no love.

Current Mood: sad

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carlosn

02:26 am - The Date

I wonder if this bright, but blonde, deep blue eyed girl loves me?
She's important looking
shiny red heels
click away
on the cracked New York sidewalk

she carries a black leather briefcase
with a golden combination on it to my fluttering heart
the crystal clear silver reflection
of the cloudy sky in skyscrapers

we get those sausage and pepperoni pizza'a you fold in half
I wish I was the oregano
so I could fall into her senses
the greasy stringy mozarella cheese
drips all over her thin, red nailed, fingers

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xxltrfdxx

10:01 pm - When You Say 'Love'

When you tell me you love me,
Do you think of all the things you need to endure?
What if I wasn't a goody - two- shoes?
What if I was a bitch?
Could you still look at me
As a beauty
when I wake up by your bedside each morning.
with face unrefined by powder or pamper?
Could you stand me when I need my space
Iscolating myself from the affection you
So willingly throw out to me
Not when I want it,
but when you choose to give it.
Can you endure my mood swings?
The emotions past my collected facade?
What if I was insane?
Who would I be to you
If I flirted with other guys intentionally
Just to see you squirm?
Think again, darling.
When you say you love me
Who exactly do you mean?
Me as a lady;
Or me as I am?

11:28 pm - For walks after midnight

“Yea, uh huh, sounds interesting…” I say as she prattles on about something she saw on TV, at this point I could care less- just another pretty face with the mind of a 5th grader. We’re the only two left in the restaurant and I’m pretty sure the chef has spit in our food for holding him up, pleasant thought.

The waiter has takes his time with our bill, god I wish he would hurry up so I could get home and pretend this entire night had never happened. He returns with a smirk across his face to tell me that my card had been declined, I think I’ll make a mess of the table for him to clean up –after all, it’s not like I’m trying to impress her anymore, hah.

Oh shit, she knows I’m not paying attention and is glaring at me in silence, the first moment of it tonight. A snide remark as she collects her purse to leave, I call her by the wrong name as she walks away on purpose just to piss her off, she stops for just a split second to glare and continues to walk, score.

Walking down the starlight street reminds me that there is indeed serenity and tranquility outside of the madness of daily life. She didn’t stop talking from the moment I picked her up and now it is perfectly quiet, quite an amazing contrast. Don’t really feel like driving back to the apartment, I’ll just walk and come get my car tomorrow.

Too preoccupied with my thoughts to be aware of my surroundings, I bump into a girl with midnight black hair walking in the direction I just came from. “Sorry” I mutter, too mesmerized by her gaze, she nods and continues to walk as I stand there in a daze listening to the sound of her shoes smacking the cement which is the only sound piercing the silent streets.

Back into the gated apartment and walking to my room I notice a creature climbing up the stairs to my building, the hypnotic smacking that is so fresh in my mind. I ascend the stairs following her not caring if I just walked right past my room; second story, third story, fourth and finally onto the fifth story just in time to hear a door slam.

The feeling of defeat hangs heavy, leaning on the railing of the open hallway and looking up at the sky I sigh. Suddenly the veil of silence is pierced, the resonating sound of a door slamming again and nothing else, she’s leaning on the railing to my right, barefoot.

“Shoes make too much noise” she says, this time I merely nod without breaking my gaze at the stars.
And there we stood in silence.
Two kindred souls in the infinite universe.

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black_crimson22

11:44 pm - Lost

Somethings been lost
between the frays
glazed in silver lines
yet ready to cave.
You gave me hope
held in tattered wings
I didn't know were broken,
and all I needed to do
was fall from imagined strength
into a world I never knew
could ring a heavier daze,
that darkness truly exists
between sunlight and shade
and wraps around every mistake,
I couldn't change the hearts I've let down
in intentions that will never be understood
or fix the parts of myself
others only see as drifted and dulled.

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adrenaline3426

08:30 pm - Sudden Realization

All my time, effort, and money invested into this relationship I believed to be true love, and all I am left with is an empty wallet, a broken heart, and the lingering words of "we're done." My mind has been pacing, my moods jumping from one extreme to the next. I've been short of breath and hard of hearing. And every fucking time I close my eyes, I see memories, past events, the best times of my life, flash by like a poorly edited 20's film. Those movies always made the man so strong and masculine and the woman so weak and powerless. The difference here is I am not weak. I am not powerless. I am lost, hurt, confused. But unlike the other half, I won't have to get back up on my high horse because I NEVER FELL OFF.

Current Mood: angry

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musiance

03:18 pm - 1210AM

I'm an alcoholic in another life.
Save me from that life so I can breathe again in this life.
Take away my sadness and comfort me with your loving embrace.
Be patient with me for I live in a world created by my illusions.
I need a sign, be that sign and fill my life with gladness.
I gave you my heart but you never returned it and now you've left me heartless and cold.
You were the best thing I ever knew and I don't know if I can survive this life without you.
You were the only thing I couldn't lose but it's too late now and I fell apart cause it's all I know.
I've been restless so don't go to far from where we left off.
I keep your letters by my bed and I hear your voice in my head.
You keep breaking me down but I'm living like there's nothing to lose.
The world can be so cruel but I will sing for you all night long...
I don't wanna be a faded memory so if you throw it all away then maybe you could change your mind and we'll be better off somehow.
It's good to be someone and I don't wanna wait but sometimes we don't really notice just how good it can get so maybe we should start all over again.
Please?

Current Mood: numb

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musiance

02:57 pm - Yesterday

Have I told you lately there's no one else above you?
I just want to see you again because you ease my troubles, that's what you do.
I just want to feel your tender hug.
Can't you see I can't live without you.
We can't be apart. I'm lost without a trace...
I long for your embrace.
It seems like the world is closing in on me.
But when you reached for me everything was alright.
I was blinded and misguided.
Taking you for granted in so many ways.
How can something so magic become so tragic?
I guess it all went wrong and I'm the one to blame.
Every second was a precious moment.
I don't expect a call, I know my apology is belated and I'm sorry but I miss you.
Nothing I do ever seems to please you.
I can't learn to live a life without you.
It may sound absurd but I wish that I could cry.
It took me so long to let go but I'm still not over you.
You're part of something that I lost, besides for all I know this could be the difference between what I need and what I want.
Everything that was my world came tumbling down.
I'm a nervous wreck and I'm filled with doubts but you I remember you always say "baby girl, it'll all work out".
Let me just ask you, 'do you think I'm special? Am I bright enough to shine in your life?'
Well it doesn't matter what you say because I could never face someone that could sound like you.
So for all that you know this is what I wanna be.
At the end of the day you were my life... and I stopped fighting for it when I couldn't hear your heartbeat.

Current Mood: mellow

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carlosn

10:49 pm - The Corn Maze

I’m hiding--close enough to see the Goosebumps of fright rising on your flesh
Your little cotton black dress sways when you walk
I’m waiting for the velvet dark

So sticky sweet candy apple bad,
Dense corn stalks taller than you
As you walk through their raiment of slow overripe rot
Those awkward black heels on your tall satin legs

We dreamed the same nightmare once
Together again in this brisk silent cold
The moon is a cutout pale white sliver in the bruised purple sky
Turning around constantly in its maze—you wonder, dear girl
If I’m right behind you

violethugstreez

08:15 pm - "How about it then?" "Ever so slightly more than a few boats!" "Can I borrow a con-dom?"

Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy

This is a little taste of the excellence that is Love Actually, so Anatha can get excited about seeing it.

I really fucking hate Mariah Carey, but I really fucking love this song.

Harry Connick, Jr. is the king of Christmas music. No contest.

That's enough Christmas-related goodness for one day, hmm?

This was a very nice holiday, indeed.
I woke up at about 9 and got ready to go to the movies. I wore my new skirt and sweater from Gap :) I think I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.
I thought I was going to be late, but we got our tickets in time. Norm sorted out his identification issues this time around :-P Funnily enough, they didn't ask me for proof of age. The ticket guy only asked me if I had seen Twilight. Haha.
So after seeing the same commercials and previews I saw Sunday night with Anatha (for the most part), the movie came on (Pirate Radio). It was pretty hilarious. Lots of great British accents, oh my gawd. And most of the music was good. The young guy was SO CUTE. Good Lord. Not as cute as the lovely fellow next to me, but still pretty distracting :-P And I recognized a lot of the actors, I just didn't know where I'd seen them before. I hate that! Emma Thompson was in there for about ten minutes, tops. Bummer.
We sat outside for a while until his mother came to pick him up, then I went home.
I helped Mum make dachi when I got home and did some other various cooking things.
Dinner was nice. I am still not keen on turkey, but everything else was lovely.
And dude, I've had like six pieces of dachi already. I love that stuff.
After dinner I went with Tony to take some dachi over to Lizzie's house, and we sat with her and her parents for a while talking about Brandeis' football success and Adam Lambert and fun stuff like that. Lol. Her parents are real nice.
I asked Norm if his family would want some dachi, but he said they had too much dessert as it was. Bummer. I'd have liked to see him again. Pathetic? Mayhaps so :-P.
He told me he's requested Sundays off from work now, so that's good.
I really, REALLY need to get my college stuff done. And my English essay. Like, before Sunday. I do not want to be doing work on Sunday.
How was Thanksgiving for y'all?
♥
Caroline Grace

Current Mood: cheerful

cyberinsekt

01:19 am - Kammerflimmer Kollektief - Mond?

Is there a better band name anywhere in the world than Kammerflimmer Kollektief? You don't even have to know German to appreciate it. If you do, it becomes even better: Ventricular Fibrillation Collective. Admit it, you'd buy their music on the strength of their name alone.

I'd like to think you wouldn't be disappointed, either. It's an apt name. Their music really does come from the heart: not in some tediously metaphorical manner, but in its rhythmic beating. Some listeners have made the connection to Krautrock, but I don't buy that. This isn't a motorik, metronomic beat. This is jazz: it swings, and not in any easy manner either. That's the way the body works, and it's the way Kammerflimmer Kollektief's music works too.

Mond? is taken from their 1999 album Maander. Frankly, it's more Roni Size than it is Conny Plank. A beautifully clipped drum sound is enhanced by some fizzing, sparking electronics. Simple, elegant and not to be missed.

Kammerflimmer Kollektief - Mond?
(alternate download)

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epicfailmember

05:30 pm - You're a liar but I still love you.

It's hard
For you;
For me;
For everyone.
You tell me my life will work out
That everything will turn out okay
But it's hard.
Hard to believe you when
I can't stand my own family member in the same room as me.
When
I wish you would ship him off to some self-correction school
When
I threaten to leave if he doesn't.
And I'm supposed to love him?
I'm supposed to want the best for him?
To care for him?
When he hurts us both more than he realizes?
How fair is that?
You say one day he'll learn.
B u t y o u ' r e s c a r e d o f h i m
And so you'll do anything to protect yourself.
Even if that means hurting me in the proccess.

Current Mood: content

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keep_frozen

03:46 pm - ghost love.

This is a song I made up.

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You're a sight for sore eyes
Don't you know that it's true
My heart skips a beat
And my mouth feels like glue
Sewn together, can't make a clear thought
Come to mind, 'cause I just don't know
What I'd say to make you
Laugh or even cry
And I know these things about you
That are beautiful and crazy
But I guess that's why I like you
'Cause you make the world seem hazy
Like it doesn't even matter
If I fall over in public
You can just pick up the pieces
And simply say, "Fuck it."
And you like your coffee black
Which I suppose is pretty normal
But when you pass the cream and sugar
It's just so goddamn adorable
And you don't like loud noises
'Cause they make your head think
About things you've tried to forget
Things that make your heart sink

And I've sat here for ages
Trying to come up with a song
That'll make you understand
What's been really going on
'Cause when I'm with you
It's just so fucking hard
To tell you a three-word truth
Oh God I'm talking too much.

You love to play the guitar
And you're into Bob Dylan
And when I watch you play
It's my eyes that you're killin'
'Cause they're fighting back
What I'm feeling inside
And fuck, if you knew
I would have to run and hide
Seeing as I'm not the girl you want
Or one you'd even consider
And after we've hugged goodbye
I can't help but feel bitter
'Cause you said you want an average girl
But I'm so fucking insane
And I will never comprehend
Why you'd want someone who's plain
Someone who'll want to fix you
Instead of loving what they have
While I wish I could relive
That short time in the past
When I kissed you, and you kissed me back

And I've sat here for ages
Trying to come up with the words
That'll tell you everything
That I should've hidden, sealed or burned
But there's no turning back
I've sown my poison and now
I'll be waiting for you
To change your mind somehow

I am skin and I am bones
I am rocks and I am stones
I am dirt and I am air
I am nothing, I am not there
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing
Why can't I be something
To you?

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vincik

11:25 pm - SnowScadi

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wsdante

08:35 pm - Lazarus Emotion

Lazarus Emotion

Every time it ends

It ends so deeply

So cold and crushing

We cannot see the bottom

So soon, there is

No up,

No down

No light above

Immobilised

Crushed

Stripped of volition

Overcome by pressures

We cannot withstand

Let alone fight

Though strike out we do

In futile hope

Or habit

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wsdante

08:32 pm - Inclement

Rain.
Singing Me. Voicing Soul's song.

Wind.
Be the strength that I don't have. Pounding. Impotent.

But heard. If only by me.

Take a Mind.
Wring it out like a sponge.

Take Trust.
Deceive it. Then laugh.

Take a Heart.
Cut round it. Twist it like an apple.

Take Love.
Make a contract only you can change on a whim.

Take Guts.
Turn like spaghetti on a fork. Repeat.

Drain my blood.
Make black pudding. Make me watch myself eat it.

I won't cry. I can't cry. I dare not cry.

This hollow shape is a keg of tears.

A pottery soldier.

Will not. Cannot. Dare not crack.

Repaired. Patch over patch over patch.

Over patch.

Have to.

Or else

Cry into Eternity.

lotus_feet

10:03 pm - Marie Šechtlová

Nude — girl with braid 1963

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lotus_feet

09:52 pm - Think winter!!!

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09:46 pm - Man Ray

Optical Hopes and Illusions, 1938

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09:32 pm - Luxardo

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