Non sum qualis eram


Anonymous I
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I write these stupid words
and I love every one
Yes I do

   

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But I still believe.
And I will rise up with fists.
And I will take what's mine!
There but for the grace of God go I.




“My true place in the world, it turned out was somewhere beyond myself, and if that place was inside me, it was also unlocatable. This was the tiny hole between self and not-self, and for the first time in my life I saw this nowhere as the exact center of the world. "
Paul Auster


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Monday, August 10, 2009
:-)


I wonder if Alex and Mavi would let me dress up Isabella as Robin for Halloween. That'd be awesome!

Posted at 8:10 pm by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Friday, July 31, 2009
bam bam baa: Who writes this shit?


When knowing you wanted me was paired with your smile,
I swear to you, in me, I heard music and laughter.

Posted at 9:28 pm by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Wednesday, July 29, 2009
A Eme O


it's all so tragic.
trying to find inspiration from the convolutedness that is Cummings, from
the song's I hear, and the pictures i see.
I am tired, i find, of wishing and not knowing.
of every moment that I experience reminding me of you, of you occupying the world,
every street, every word. all my bands now yours. Every thought and every one.
tired because if you were here I would  long for the night and the sleep. anticipate the sounds,
the consumption   of energy that my love would undertake,
the recharging every one of your breaths would give in return.
Sad of the days before you, jubilant for the days with you. expectant.
incessantly aiming for your smile and glee. 

when the sun greeted the earth with its light and I woke
         you'd been up for hours, my sunrise was your naked body
when the sound of your heart woke me up to its need to go outside,
       i gladly heeded it's call, so that you may rest,

for your heart is my heart.
and was and will be.

Posted at 3:01 am by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Friday, July 24, 2009
I realize

I run a lot. That can't be good.  I am gonna be better now. 

Posted at 2:59 pm by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Quién si no yo, quién si no tú.


Duro pega tu alma con la mía por que la alegría viene de años,
Duro pega que en el alma va naciendo el fuego casi de inmediato.
Duro pega por que las caricias suelen ser siempre lo más buscado,

Pa´ morirse de amor.

Posted at 2:50 pm by Anonymous I
Just Another False Alarm(1)  

Saturday, July 11, 2009
How Much I Miss You


Posted at 9:32 pm by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sigh

My words fall short
and my aim falls through
for the one worth keeping.
One too pained and too bruised.
One too scared and too hurt
to see how my sun and my moon
set upon her brow.
And always has and will.

As I withstand the ennui that hurt
has caused her to place upon me,
I walk around these busy streets
and everywhere I go, I find
the girls I know wish for me
when all I want
and all I see is her.

In the crawl of  the day, I wait.
In the quiet of night, I wish for you.
Imagine you soft and blithe
back and willing, for the one
who found you worthy to abide all storms
and resolved to fight for you at every turn.

You don't have to worry.
Nor be afraid.
This is real love.

Tú más que nadie mereces ser feliz
~shakira

Posted at 1:07 pm by Anonymous I
Just Another False Alarm(3)  

Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thanks, that was fun.



I'm learning  /  I'm yearning  / I'm burning all your stuff  /  But that's not enough
I'm faking  /  That I'm aching  /  Mistaking lust for love.

Thanks that was fun.  /  Don't forget, no regrets  /  Except maybe one.

Did I scare you?  /  When I dared you  /  I stared you in the eye  /  And told you goodbye.

It shocked me  /  You mocked me  /  When you walked me to the bus

Thanks that was fun.  /  Don't forget, no regrets  /  Except maybe one
Made a deal, not to feel  /  God that was dumb.

Everybody knows the deal fell through.  /  I was hoping I could just blame you
When was it that I became so soft?  /  This sentimentality doesn't look good on me
I thought that you would be begging to be with me  /  But I'm the one on my knees, blubbering
Please let me stay.

I'm jaded  /  Deflated  /  I hate it when you call  /  Which isn't at all
I've spoken  /  Though broken  /  Here's a token of my love .

Thanks that was fun.  /  Don't forget, no regrets  /  Except maybe one
Made a deal, not to feel  /  God that was dumb.


Don't forget, no regrets  /  Except maybe one  /  Made a deal, not to feel
Thanks, that was fun.

Posted at 12:27 pm by Anonymous I
Just Another False Alarm(2)  

Sunday, June 14, 2009
Jack Johnson


When your mind is a mess           so is mine     I can't sleep  cause it hurts when I think.    
My thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make(the)chances we take,
they're not yours and not mine.    There's waves that can break, all the words that we said 
and the words that we mean.   Words can fall short
can't see the unseen 'cause the world is awake for somebody's sake now.
Please close your eyes woman,
please get some sleep.

And know that if i knew all of the answers i would not hold them from you.
You'd know all the things that I'd know, 'cause we told each other "there is no other way."

Well too much silence can be misleadingyou're  d r i  f t  i n  g , 
I can hear it   in the way that your breathing.
We don't really need to find reason 'cause out the same door  that it came,
well it's leaving, it's leaving
leaving like a day that's done,  and (like) part of a season.
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
but at least we can sleepit's all that we need
when we wake we will find  our minds will be free to go to sleep.

And know that if i knew all of the answers i would not hold them from you. 
You'd know all the things that I'd know, 'cause we told each other "there is no other way."

Posted at 10:17 am by Anonymous I
No hope. No Harm.  

Friday, June 05, 2009
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Your heavy heart is made of stone.
And it's so hard to see you clearly.
You don't have to be alone.
You don't have to be on your own

I'm on fire for you, clearly.
You're the target that I'm aiming at!

And I'm not gonna take it back
I'm not gonna say that I don't mean that.
(Got to get that message home)
-Coldplay

Posted at 4:20 pm by Anonymous I
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