tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-2406912008-11-15T12:02:16-08:00poems and rants from long ago..ishA fubar user blog.Dust in the windhttp://firstname.lastname@example.org:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.9185642008-11-15T12:02:16-08:002008-11-15T12:02:16-08:00I ami am the beauty of everything you are not...the haterd of the makeup on your fake face...the heel to your fancey expensive lether black boot...i am the mosh to ur envied little pit...the height of ur jump and the sole of your downfall.....the smeared mascara around your eyes..... the baggy shirt sitting in your closet......the triple A batteries in your pocket the camera that remains off....the dream u wish was real...the honest opinion...the little child inside the woman.....the real....the honest...the scared....the tactful....the grown up.....the little black cloud to rain on your parade.....the shoe string the hits the floor when you walk..... that tap in your foot or foot on the seat......the dirty car.....the muddy floor.....the foot prints that i dragged in......i am the love ....that you can not find....the bottom of the heart....the unknown fear that noone else is aware of......the penny at the bottom of the pool.....the blue inside the eye.....the little imperfections that noone else notices.........Dust in the windhttp://email@example.com:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.9185202008-11-15T10:31:21-08:002008-11-15T10:31:21-08:00pretty objects in pain filled mirrors3/2/05its a silent morning
all is dark
yet a pretty face reflects from the mirror
there is a scar
upon a wound
a little tear that fills her eye
she see anguish and a life filled with tourture
but we dont know her life all we see is hidden lies
eyes filled with mystery... the mirror refelects what ours dont see
but still un aware that we are blind to the pain
pretty objects will always remain
even in denial
there is nothing,
no feeling,nor emotion
no hate or love
or happy or sad
just an empty plane
no color or imagination
just the feeling like something is missing
life or something of this sortDust in the windhttp://firstname.lastname@example.org:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.9185002008-11-15T09:31:31-08:002008-11-15T09:31:31-08:00aug 8 2006 its hard to think sometimes
this world a twisted blur
spinning faster and faster
but no one else becomes as dizzy
as this idea thats in my head
so many thought unsaid
but they been said befor....
life as of happiness as of accomplishment
sits still on a bare floor
where else to go as i will follow
my thought i love its actual
u speak your mind and as do i
this world spins with the stars
so much takes place in this uneventful state
yet theres never any room to spare
see if i care
intimaditing it worries me
how can u let some one do that to you?
one at a time a life has passed by..
with i on the pedalstool
an incoveient truth.....lives onDust in the windhttp://email@example.com:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.8642182008-08-26T04:25:34-07:002008-08-26T04:25:34-07:00Wasteing TimeI stopped listening,
Did'nt pay attention,
Thought it'd leave you chaseing me,
Now i know I was wrong,
So much that shouldnt.....
never payed attention,
To the voices in my head,
they told me that i should quit worrying,
Do you ever think i did?
Never stopped listening,
Always payed attention,
Thought you'd leave me chaseing you...
Now you know the truth,
I've already told you so,
Didint think I'd disobey you-did you?
I laugh in your face
proof of my new found confidence,
much better than you thought,
on this game,running circles arond each other,
I must be running backwards,
Yet still progressing gorward..
I'm done being worn down
Dust in the windhttp://firstname.lastname@example.org:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.8642092008-08-26T03:44:14-07:002008-08-26T03:44:14-07:005/11/04 LostIts been days between my last confession,
A little bit lost with my obsession,
And now i dont know where to turn,
Dont know what im looking for...
You can send me in any direction,
Inbetween these lies,
With tears already in my eyes,
So I cry
The pain seems so annoying,
Bodys they seem so twisted,
So twisted seem these bodys,
Between dazed and confused,
A dream and reality,
This compass i hold seizes to halt,
And so... I'm lost
In a dessert of mis-location
And noone to point me in the right directionDust in the windhttp://email@example.com:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.8641662008-08-26T02:19:36-07:002008-08-26T02:19:36-07:00Empty Imagethis is another one thats like back when i was 16 or something lol
Once again im stuck,
Sitting in a room,
As everyone contuines to enter,
But I feel like such a ghost
Not a single aknowldegement*.
Just pushed aside,
As if it were there own home
I sit here,Trapt around my friends,
More looking like new enemies,
Soon as i wish for freedom,
In a place wehre i am thought to be free,
Its a new tradgy,Cant you see it in me?
I'm stuck here on this couch,
channels changing every second,
But time seems to fly,
Soon enough ill be 33,
Sitting in my home..
Everything replaying like the past it is.
Dont know what to ask anymore,
Dont know what to say,
If friends here were really friends,
They'd try to at least help me,
But no such friends,none at all,
Even the close ones,
Dont seems to know me anymore..
Am i what i feel i am?
An Empty image???
Dust in the windhttp://firstname.lastname@example.org:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.8641592008-08-26T02:05:58-07:002008-08-26T02:05:58-07:00perfection (never finished)Placed in a portrait,
Frozen in perfection,
A memory of your last wish,
A white rose of dedication.
Kept in a case,of the old days that pass,
As days that never fade,never really last.
Friendships of a life time,crumble down the life line,
Holding on to perfection,
Before its even given,
Hours that we spend in memory lane.
Promises that are given but never really kept...Dust in the windhttp://email@example.com:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-240691.8641552008-08-26T01:58:13-07:002008-08-26T01:58:13-07:00untitled # 1i found a few books from back when i begain high school i believe..im no brilliant writer but felt like posting some of this stuff that i wrote way back then.. if u dont understand it its alright lol...
Ever feel the instance of things being frozen in time
Every frame of our lives,passes slowly by
Every day another dream dies,
Another person cries,as there song fades away,
This is our story,and we cant change our fate,
Blood,Sweat, and Tears are given,
Before each prolonged date,
The days when things seems to go so slow
Like behind every black cloud,
Never appeard that rainbow
Just another black cloud
Ever feel..likethe whole world was against you,
Things just never looked any better,
Some times you never win the battle
and not always will the clouds be grey
but hear outward,tones outspoken,
be lost for our ownsake
that if every word is verbably spoken
then youve never felt anything at all....
Dust in the windhttp://firstname.lastname@example.org