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[May. 23rd, 2011|09:56 pm] |
a heart of iron holds no pain
no remorse, no grief, no guilt
but this heart will never feel
never lust, desire, or love
it is nothing more than a lump of metal
no motion can be seen
no function does it serve
such a cold heart, so callous and unbeating
an unbreakable thing, this heart of iron
will never know the joy of heartache
the pain of finding someone lost
or the need to feel anything at all |
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[Nov. 10th, 2009|08:24 pm] |
Email between a close friend and I regarding Museum Girl:
Him:
"The poem is from the perspective of “she”… but who is “she”? The title reads “Museum girl”, but it sounds like you’re talking about a higher being."
Me:
"The she is me. As is the “I”. The bolded parts are what she says/yells out loud, while the italicized parts are her “echo” back to her.
I close my eyes and see myself standing, alone, in a pitch black room, gigantic like a museum but with no exhibits. There’s a bench, but there isn’t even an option of sitting. The only light is blinding and comes from above, and only illuminates a small area, barely more than a couple feet wide, in a circle. Dust motes slowly fall like snow, refracting the light slightly. Every word spoken, even a whisper, is louder than anything, and echoes back as something completely different but still the same. There’s nothing keeping me there, no cage, not even the doors are locked. Yet I can’t move outside of the light, I can’t see anything beyond my halo of light, I can’t sit and rest." |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|04:11 pm] |
a broken heart
from a broken past
in a broken home
never meant to last
love has changed
love is the same
love is gone
with no one to blame
fix what is broken
tear open the scars
rub salt in the wound
because they're still ours
moving on
falling back
get a grip
broken heart attack
never look back |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|09:55 am] |
Museum Girl
know without seeing,
hear with no sound.
light is blinding;
the dark suffocates.
"What's going on?"
"what's wrong?"
there, she spins
her halo rises and falls.
"Who are you?!"
"who am i?"
the fear is evident;
her eyes are lost.
she wants to sit,
the bench says no.
"How are you doing this?"
"why do i exist?"
this is her past, present, beyond.
no way to ever get out.
the more she pushes,
the more I pull.
"How did I get here?"
"isn't this my fear?"
she stands surrounded
and all alone;
light is cold, bittersweet,
opposite to dark,
that's warm to the touch.
but stay away, she does.
"Show your face!"
"i know this place..."
she'll survey the room,
unseeing but know.
then tears will fall;
hear my laughter grow.
watch, she sinks to the ground,
her halo, it tilts.
"Shut up!"
"...never give up." |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|09:46 am] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | dance-ish | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Just Watch the Fireworks - Jimmy Eat World | ] |
Seeing sharp
Shooting daggers
Not good enough
Never there
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Insignificant
Sudden detachment
Float away
Things are small
So far away
All new meaning
To letting go
Moving on...
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Shout it at me
Doesn't matter
Still can't hear
Don't want to care
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look at me for me
stop seeing what you want
take off my labels
look down to my soul
not tortured; naive
so many scars
but still, one piece
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See the world like it is
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
In dreams you'll bleed
This world is a lie
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Haha, can you tell I get bored during anthro? These aren't finished yet I don't think. Except maybe the fifth one. I don't know, we'll see. I've got another one to put up, that one's completely finished. Some of you might get it, but most of you won't. But you'll still appreciate it. It's in a new kind of style for me, no more of this "I" or "me" all over the place. It's my second kind of epic, the first being Little Box written in like eighth grade. Haha, the original written version had drawings from Kait all over it. Noodleboy ftw! |
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[Jun. 17th, 2008|11:29 pm] |
HEY!
I'm curious as to see who all reads this anymore. Whether it be random people across lj, on people's friend lists, or various ex boyfriends.
If you could just do me a favor and leave me a quick comment here, I'd really appreciate it. I've just been wondering if it was really worth keeping this one updated.
Anon comments are screened, so you weirdo ex boyfriends/random people don't need to worry about your image or some shit.
(I would really just like a quick comment, just to know that people do still read this) |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|10:55 pm] |
go through the motions
day after day
free will turned off
no switch to flip
this life has been written
no erasers in sight
the lights are on
the stage is set
just one thing missing
you. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|10:54 pm] |
A mechanical heart never beats quite the same
mechanical heart
with an echoing soul
was it ever alive?
we'll never know
all that we do
is it keeps on going
soundless soul
no glow in the eye
useless heart
not worth living |
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[Jun. 12th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  gloomy | ] |
He taught me many things
like how to lie
stone faced
blank stare
His example could never be
reproduced, I thought,
then he lied with a smile
or tear
a promise; "it's not easy"
the first took my innocence
the second, my ____
I need to finish it. I've got heart as the last word, but that's way too cliche and wishy washy. |
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[May. 20th, 2008|04:32 pm] |
make me a stone
don't let me feel
what?
are those tears?
why?
everything is fine
how?
let me go
set me free |
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