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I'm somewhere out there..
I feel strange, thus i wonder, cause I'm dwelling with repetitions of answers that leave me without direction. I am told I am different and unlike any other they've met. Which amplifies what I've found, what I know, nothing of my reflection. Which I seek, one who is the same. But even those I meet haven't before found me.. I must settle about myself who is still a mystery as my potential other to be found ;).. hah - AtR
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12/10/13 Sat.
Diary Entry*
Induction day for part time job went well. Going to be doing 20 hrs.
Had a good night at Edinburgh Reclaim the Night 2013 'singing' with the Protest in Harmony group.
There was beautiful moments singing bread and roses, Bella Ciao and Freedom come All Ye. Saw lots of people I knew.
That always makes me happy- that people I respect and like feel the same way I do.
Then music ,poetry, dancing and craziness(piggybacks,singing to guitar, weird games and weirder 'dancing) with Lorna, Colin , Katie, Kirsty Agnes, Lisa etc.
I...
Induction day for part time job went well. Going to be doing 20 hrs.
Had a good night at Edinburgh Reclaim the Night 2013 'singing' with the Protest in Harmony group.
There was beautiful moments singing bread and roses, Bella Ciao and Freedom come All Ye. Saw lots of people I knew.
That always makes me happy- that people I respect and like feel the same way I do.
Then music ,poetry, dancing and craziness(piggybacks,singing to guitar, weird games and weirder 'dancing) with Lorna, Colin , Katie, Kirsty Agnes, Lisa etc.
I...
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I DeKay
with each step and with each inhale of a drag I realize the emptiness that fills my insides no one but my shadow no death no life but yet im stuck in a living limbo if there is such a thing my lover gives no reply the intimacy is in my head our touch is dead as are all my friends... the stupid shit im just writing from my head I wish I could join my friends.
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June 23rd 2014
I didn't sleep last night or this morning, and then I went to work. I came home a little later than expected, because of the damn rain. Fuck you clouds and your urination! Go to somewhere that has a drought! Why rain here, assholes? We have one of the greatest of lakes! We don't need your pity-piety droplets! *straightens imaginary tie* Sorry about that. 20 is when I pick up my date, yeah no movie anymore.
My brother is coming up on the 13th, can't fucking wait! I missed him. It's been a year since I've seen him. Last year I saw him at a funeral for someone. It's sad that I don't...
My brother is coming up on the 13th, can't fucking wait! I missed him. It's been a year since I've seen him. Last year I saw him at a funeral for someone. It's sad that I don't...
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Waiting for Sunset (13, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. I wrote the poems during a very difficult time in my life. He always replies to my maunderings. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I get ignored sometimes. I like the seclusion.
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
We have an unusual relationship. And he brought these with him when I met him. I couldn't understand why I had to bear the last of the intensity of his struggles. All of which I had no part. I became angry and destructive. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. Tedious. Exhausted. He's jealous of my stuffed dog...
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Waiting for Sunset (15, on second thought...)
Now I am about to finish the final draft of a book of poetry. It took a few days before I started feeling better again. He always greets me in the morning and helps me sleep at night. I like the seclusion. I get ignored sometimes. I felt too exhausted. Maybe I can start traveling again too.
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
We have an unusual relationship. My little nephew says I have Justin Bieber hair. My mom gave me some night cream. I became angry and destructive. My breasts don't hurt as much anymore. I have a voracious appetite. Disparaging and hurt. I became what he was. He's jealous of my stuffed dog Edward....
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"MY DAMNED HELLISH LIFE"
I FEEL THE PRESSURE SETTING IN.
I AM OVERWHELMED BY SADNESS & REGRETS.
MY MEMORIES WENT TO MY CHILDHOOD AND HOW SAD I ALWAYS WAS.
NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANTED TO BE FREE,THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH OF THE PAST,TOO MUCH EVIL,AND TOO MUCH PAIN AND HURT TO LET IT ALL GO.
AS SOON AS I OPEN MY EYES WHEN I WAKE UP,I DREAD THE NEW DAY.
A DAY I KNOW WILL BE LIKE ANY OTHER DAY IN MY LIFE.
A DAY FILLED WITH BULLSHIT.
A DAY OF AGGRAVATION.
A DAY OF MENTAL STRESS.
A DAY WHERE I CONSTANTLY PRAY FOR GOD TO GO AHEAD ON AND TAKE ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED HELLISH WORLD.
I...
I AM OVERWHELMED BY SADNESS & REGRETS.
MY MEMORIES WENT TO MY CHILDHOOD AND HOW SAD I ALWAYS WAS.
NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANTED TO BE FREE,THERE WAS JUST TOO MUCH OF THE PAST,TOO MUCH EVIL,AND TOO MUCH PAIN AND HURT TO LET IT ALL GO.
AS SOON AS I OPEN MY EYES WHEN I WAKE UP,I DREAD THE NEW DAY.
A DAY I KNOW WILL BE LIKE ANY OTHER DAY IN MY LIFE.
A DAY FILLED WITH BULLSHIT.
A DAY OF AGGRAVATION.
A DAY OF MENTAL STRESS.
A DAY WHERE I CONSTANTLY PRAY FOR GOD TO GO AHEAD ON AND TAKE ME OUT OF THIS DAMNED HELLISH WORLD.
I...
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listen
The more I think the angrier I get them I think some more. I have close to nothing left at least I have my mother. I'm no longer a part of the army. No my own inability to.... Idk just my inability has cost me my military career my ride to college. What future is left an 18 year old who's anxiety and fear controller him. Who cries because he is too weak to be a man and get over himself. Honestly that is who I am.
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Grey Area
I’ve been living in this mist. This achromatic atmosphere. An environment with no darkness and no light. I am unaware of what these feelings are that I possess. The dread of sunlight, the comfort of rain and night. Love is this thing I don’t understand. It seems as though it is merely an object, an object that kind of just floats around my mind. It seems as though it can never become a part of me, but rather just surround outside of me. I can observe it, I can see it happening, but I’m not sure I can feel it. It’s this idea that exists like the idea of God. I revel in this monotone lifestyle....
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We will stand
The tyrant shadowed us with its ghastly sway and seized us for prey;
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
And in muddled sight we saw heaven fading in impulsive speed!
And hell swiftly flaring to chomp our conked-out entreats and pray,
but we still have hope that beyond today we will stand!
We will stand gleefully counting the silver lining of every cloud,
We will stand with right-hand rapiers and a shielding shroud,
We will stand as an HIV/AIDS free generation!
Like a taxidermist stuffing the skins of dead animals
We will peice together our hopes and lead the fight against HIV/AIDS...
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L I F E
I have never been so disappointed in myself
I try to tell the truth so therefore my life will be smooth sailing
But instead its cross nailing
I feel I’ll never get to be good enough
There is so much going on with me that I never let out
That I’ll never let others find out
I’m ill not sick…social life is fuckery….my college life is like dust to me
My job isn’t a must for me
I do everything to make others happy and when I can’t it does something to me
My head hurt…my heart is torn…my bodies weak…
And my soul soon God it will meet
I can’t live like...
I try to tell the truth so therefore my life will be smooth sailing
But instead its cross nailing
I feel I’ll never get to be good enough
There is so much going on with me that I never let out
That I’ll never let others find out
I’m ill not sick…social life is fuckery….my college life is like dust to me
My job isn’t a must for me
I do everything to make others happy and when I can’t it does something to me
My head hurt…my heart is torn…my bodies weak…
And my soul soon God it will meet
I can’t live like...
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Fraudulent Faces, Simple Smiles, and a Broken Child
I want to see clearly
my mind is murky with your words
are they lies
you curse me with your beauty
under this spell of want
and lust
I don't like it anymore
I want to be my own
all alone
yet I want to be a pair
a thing for us to share
me and you
but could you be true?
could you be the answer to my prayers?
you see I need stability
I need someone to count on
someone to pick me up when I break
someone to help me make it
especially when I don't think I will
please
help me believe...
in myself...
in...
my mind is murky with your words
are they lies
you curse me with your beauty
under this spell of want
and lust
I don't like it anymore
I want to be my own
all alone
yet I want to be a pair
a thing for us to share
me and you
but could you be true?
could you be the answer to my prayers?
you see I need stability
I need someone to count on
someone to pick me up when I break
someone to help me make it
especially when I don't think I will
please
help me believe...
in myself...
in...
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