I told you, nothing good. Go on, git! go read someone else's blog.

Alright if you are so intent upon reading my trash, here goes.

Some random haiku :P. I wanted to give a sense of longing almost. hopefully I do *crosses fingers*

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This girl waits for him..

her knight in shining armor.

she will have to wait. 

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Yeah, laughable right? Well for this one, i was kinda thinking about how my life has been for the last few weeks. pretty much, an ssdd situation.

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A monotonus cycle.

day after day after day

this cycle seems cynical.

Every day is the same,

over and over again.

"This day, I will change."

Too many times,

Too many times I've said this.

When will it ever change?

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Once again, lying awake in bed; i awaited sleep to cludgel me into unconciousness.

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Lying in bed,

Staring at the celing.

A dense stillness fills the air,

my mind begins to wander.

Seconds seem like days;

Minutes, lifetimes.

Eyes feel heavy.

Waiting for that mistress, sleep

to take me away.

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And I think a dream was the basis for this poem. I can't remember too well :|

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Beaten, battered and bruised.

No time to tend to my wounds.

I hear their baying, closer now....

No idea of what I've done;

All I know, I must continue.

No time to think.

No time to breathe.

Must continue on;

This chase seems a lifetime.

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Okay, now tend to your wounds and have a great day ;) 

ITS ALREADY SUNDAY?! -_-

Well, as always, nothing halfway decent. Even more-so today. Went over to a friends house and didn't get back until 2. I was exhausted, so i just wrote some crap down for practice.

I had a pretty strange dream last night. Everything I touched felt extreme pain, or just withered away and died. :( Think rogue from x-men, but worse. If anyone is into magic the gathering, it was a phage the untouchable situation. (I'm such a geek :cry: ) I wrote it as a haiku :P

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Footsteps cause decay

Where I walk, death in wake

My touch causes pain

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So, I hate the fall season. In my opinion, it is the worst one. The transition from fall to winter is just cold, to colder. But from summer to fall, its "omg imma die its so hot" to "blood freezes in the vein" cold.

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This change, sudden and sharp

Completely unexpected.

Leaving the threshold,

by the cold, body is eviscerated.

Leaves hold their ground,

in a losing battle.

This is fall,

the cruelest season of all.

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Quick! make up for my inadequacies!

The band of the week is Katatonia. These guys rock, why haven't i heard of them earlier. Go out and buy their new album "the great cold distance" NOW! you will not be disappointed.

I recently downloaded windows live messenger. I don't even know if its any good. input? I don't know if it works, sadly, i have no friends on it. I think i made my sn: superbleeder12@hotmail.com (dane cook reference) 

No, no, no, not freestyling, free verse poems.

I don't know if its worse writer's block than last night, or I'm "expanding my horizons" as it were. but I'm trying a bit of free verse poetry. Here goes...

I really like the snow. :lol: I especially like the first snow of the season. It's a surreal feeling when you are outside and the first flakes fall. I tried to futilely convey this surrealness here.

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As night gives in to day

The sun is obscured by clouds;

Clouds of a dull grey.

an eerie stillness fills the air.

its quiet. not a sound.

So quiet, one can hear the clockwork of their soul.

What is that?

is it the first flake?

The trees have lost their leaves.

Naked, the trees welcome the virgin snow.

Flakes begin to fall, heavier now

Flakes begin to fall, slowly now.

Seems an eternity.

for each flake, its own eternity.

Still, an eerie silence....

The wind, in awe, still.

A cold shiver runs down one's back.

But this is not due to the frosty air;

This scene is beauty, at its finest.

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This is a poem about getting woken up from sleep. This is the first time I've thought up a title for a poem when I wrote it. i usually just look at a line and make that the title. The title of this one is A Rude Awakening

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Roused, from sleep

I am freed, from the pillow's

debilitating maw.

A high pitched, shrill cry,

from what seems a mile away.

As senses come into focus,

I hear.... a song.

Oh what a beautiful song it is,

A siren's song,

A Bird's song.

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I had a bit of writers block last night, so nothing good today (when was it ever)

I hate it when people talk about others behind their backs. I've had it happen to me. What hurts even more than just the knowledge that people are there just to backstab others, is actually hearing what they are talking about.

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Who is he?

The one with the messed up teeth;

The one with the bags under his eyes.

every night he probably cries and cries.

When he walks, he hangs his head,

Hes probably one of those who is obsessed with death.

His parents probably never wanted him,

cant see his eyes past his hat brim.

He's probably never kissed a girl in his life.

I'd feel bad if he ever got a wife.

Is he talking to himself?

He's so crude; he probably wouldnt excuse a belch.

Ya know, he's kinda fat.

"I'll have you know, i heard every word of that."

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I had a dream last night that I was drowning. It was crazy how real it felt. that dream didn't last too long. Its funny how, when you were to die in your dreams; your mind forces you awake. that begs the question, "if you were to die in your dreams, would you die in real life?"

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please shed a tear

for the boy who fell from the pier

on may 4,

his body washed ashore.

He plunged into the murky depths;

from the darkness, cold tendrils swept;

pitch blackness pulled him under.

Friends were with him, police begin to wonder....

Who would do such a thing to a peer;

what terror, what fear,

for this little boy couldn't swim.

Please, won't you shed a tear for him?

Air, replaced with water.

All his parents have now is their daughter.

She should be shattered by this event,

yet,

she shows no signs of lament.

She seems to crave attention....

The fact she was at the pier begs mention.

Why even suspect her, she is such a dear?

Please, won't you shed a tear?

For the boy who fell from the pier.

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Okay, that was fun, now I have to go to work.

/blog 

Yeah, a few more poems I wrote last night.

Its scary :o I've never really written poetry umm...ever. But now its like a flood. What's wrong with me!

here goes (using spoilers to save room)

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Why is this girl on my mind

Her body, divine.

Her eyes, a window to her soul.

She has the cutest little toes.

Her beauty I cannot, with words, define.

Oh how I wish she was mine.

Her hair, soft and supple.

Alas, we could never be a couple.

For I am a geek,

my body, meek.

My voice sounds absolutely horrible;

My hair, deplorable.

my spine, a parabolic curve.

Her? I do not deserve.

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Another one, about my birthday last year. I really hate birthdays, They are a sign that ive been lucky so far....

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The month was december

The date, i do not clearly remember.

The sun set too soon,

lost its battle with the moon.

This night, I was scared

Nothing could have prepared,

the dreams that night made no sense.

So I stayed awake, twas my only defense.

Yet again, I gave into sleep.

A slave to it, I am weak.

What is so important about this night one would ask?

Not this night, but the day to pass.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

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I've always liked poems that had the forest as a the scene. I futilely attempt in this poem. Its so difficult to describe something, such as a forest, and convey a certain emotion, in such a limited "time frame" as it were.

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A crisp winter morning

The crows, shivering on their branches cry out a warning

Frost caresses the leaves

Blood caked upon my knees.

The path affront clear.

Lost in the woods, but no sense of fear.

Folliage thick,

smell of decay, rich.

In a large armchair she resides;

from her piercing stare i cannot hide.

Odd this chair is situated near a stream;

its surreal, almost as if from a dream...

The girl, embodied in a faint vapor.

ask any sane man, and he would take her.

She wears a sweet lavender perfume

one that would take away a sense of gloom.

But alas,

I continued on my path.

She was not what I was looking for,

What I needed was something more...

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This poem isn't necessarily about me hearing voices(not schizophrenic); but my inhibitions holding me back.

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Oh god They've started

"You're so F****** retarded!"

"You let them take advantage of you!"

"You're Hopeless!"

"You are the world's biggest fool!"

"You're useless!"

"You're nothing!"

Make them stop!

"You're so F****** ugly!"

"You're a failure!"

"You're doomed!"

I hear them, night and day;

Oh god, make them go away!

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A couple more poems I wrote last night...

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Staring up at the ceiling

i get this strange feeling

i wonder if anyone feels the same,

like they are to blame.

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She loves me not,

she loves me.

amongst myself, a creed;

i shall force upon none misery.

from this place I wish to flee,

but once again, this feeling follows me.

In dreams, I can love;

but when i awake, alas, there is none.

no love for me, no love from another

please, don't think I suffer.

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this was a dream, mind you.

Rolling hills she walked through,

not so much as walked, but floated.

her body, a crisp white summer dress coated.

She sits, and picks a lone daisy.

Oh... I hope she is thinking of me.

Mind you, this was written at three.

in the wind, her hair all a craze;

she begins to play a little game,

"he loves me, he loves me not"

I know what you all are thinking, "lay off the pot."

This was a dream mind you,

they are nothing new.

I felt the need to write this down,

because in the end of our dream, this little girl drowned.

This was a dream mind you,

nothing new.

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(i always wanted to write a poem about Cerberus)

Cerberus at the gates

What fear this instigates.

The gates open,

Staring at the maws, hopeless.

it leaps atop me

pins me

and tells me

"Trespasser!

ive been told by master

you are an interloper!"

suddenly freed from the grip of terror

my tongue speaks

"Beast, Listen to me!

if i leave,

ill only return!"

"Then burn!"

in cold sweat i awake,

ready to face another day.

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A couple poems i thought of last night. One goes with the general trend of what i have. and the other isnt, but could be taken as a dream.

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Curled up in a fetal position

Outside, I hear the siren.

Footsteps outside the threshold

The night grows old,

the night grows stale

my attempts at sleep have failed

once again

I've no friends

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In the mist she was standing,

weeping.

A tear rolls down her cheek

in the knees, i am weak.

I can't stand to see those tears.

She cries out, but I do not hear.

Morning sun claws through the branches,

highlighting her defenselesness.

alas, from this melencholy scene I must depart,

for, in the end, I know I will only break her heart.

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another random poem I thought of last night about 2:00.

I'm beginning to see a trend with my poetry.....

2:03

Havent a wink of sleep.

head is swimming.

growing weary.

can't see clearly.

In an odd state,

half-asleep, half-awake.

What time is it?

3:46

i took a little poetic license rhyming the last two lines.

A random poem i thought of while walking to blockbuster:

Lying in bed half awake
Just want to sleep for a bit longer
Wish could stay asleep all day
When asleep, safe from pain
when asleep, safe from hate.
Sunlight creeps from between the blinds
floods the eyes
Only warmth feel for the day
when asleep, safe from pain.
when asleep, safe from hate.
when asleep, safe from dreams.

That I know are true about me, but I wouldnt want anyone to know. (why am I posting these?)

without my glasses, i think im halfway decent looking (note: only halfway decent, still an ugly motherf***er.)

I actually like driving my station wagon more than my mom's mustang.

I act like an ass, a "better than thou" attitude, but really I think I'm the scum of the earth.

I also act like insults don't affect me, but deep down they hurt. (some insults)

I would bend over backwards for friends. (not literally, but I would do anything to help them out)

Edit: stupid :o smiley!!!

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