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Devious Journal Entry

Mon Sep 7, 2009, 3:40 PM
"feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it"


it is hardly imaginable that other people can possibly feel the same way about someone as I feel about you.
this feeling is too big, too unbelievable that it even exists
to know that someone will love me unconditionally
and to know that I'm able to love unconditionally back
this, in whole, cannot be put into words.
it's been less than 24 hours yet I cannot resist missing you more than anything
despite my want of isolation I've been pulled out of my cave of grief
but please don't worry when I crawl back in.
this year might be numbing but I'm hoping for refreshing instead
but to be honest I'm a little too fed up to even care much anymore.
it's not fair that I'm left here alone to deal with this
I've got another set of eyes that are constantly fixed on my back
this is all getting too old
I just hope that I'm not joining the team

it never started yet somehow it ended
he's pulled you through a lot with little remorse
yet you are still not giving up.
let it finally sink in that he's nothing but bad news
only turning into old news
and he's just going to keep bringing you down

I feel like I tried so hard to not become you only to become a bitter reflection
but at least I'm conscious about this.
I'm still hanging on until you let go, but it's not by choice

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  • Mood: Gloomy
  • Reading: into the wild
  • Watching: cake boss

a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet

Mon Jun 8, 2009, 12:08 PM
Although you think we care, or should care, we really don't and we really won't.
These little "problems" are mere mental flaws.
They hardly need attention, hardly need to be fed.
These birds are singing and it's not so much a secret anymore
So I'd watch your back and watch your mouth because they've been circling.
We are the vultures, maliciously counting down three, two, one...
The world, in fact, is not over.
Dig yourself out of your self-buried grave, only to throw yourself back in.
Well, someone's got to
And it's better you than us...

We are all hurting right now but does that even matter?

The scales have tipped but not in anyone's favor.
This is not an emergency.
This is a drill.
This is a wake up call to shake you from your self centered coma.
But we don't even want to take you back.
I heard that that bedside can get awfully lonely.

Those are poor excuses of make-shift friends
Do you really think they'll want to stay around any longer than him?



this is ridiculous. I'm sorry.

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  • Mood: Bitter
  • Listening to: long time coming - jonny lang
  • Eating: french rhubarb pie

then I fell asleep and the city kept blinking

Tue Mar 3, 2009, 3:56 PM
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: metal heart - cat power
  • Reading: sticky notes
  • Eating: jalepeno & salsa crispers
  • Drinking: grape juice
In life there are 4 to 36 hour increments where we can only be sure that life, as we know it, is ending.

It is very hard to catch your breath after these hours.

It's not so much that I think that you're the one, it's more like I'd be fine if you are.

It still amazes me how our bodies intertwine and twist yet there is never a moment when I feel uncomfortable or unsafe wrapped inside your arms.

After a certain amount of miles it seems pointless to attempt a phone conversation. Give me all or nothing. None of this "almost" or "when I'm home."

Even when I have a mere cold I'm still certain that I am plagued and everyone around me is going to die.

Not because I have to but because I can I imprison myself because no one else's punishment is adequate. Yet it's refuge from you. It hasn't blown over yet.

I'm more better than bitter. I wouldn't've thought this could even occur. What else do you have for me?

"You" is never you. You is them. Even if you weren't them you probably still wouldn't be you. Not saying that I'm so sure of me or anything.

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December 7th

Sun Dec 7, 2008, 12:18 PM
  • Mood: Happy
  • Listening to: tears for affairs - camera obscura
  • Reading: a heartbreaking work of staggering genius
  • Eating: macaroni
taking time out of this hectic life to reflect on things...
I'm not the kind of girl you'd want to grow old (or young) with
I get boring. less adventurous. more malicious
but you don't know any better, do you?


It's warm in this room and in your heart and Christmas is the most wonderful time of year (well that's what I hear)
I like when the town's lit up and everyone's cheerful as hell
I'm not quite ready for the season, but I'm ready for my siblings to come home!


sub thought:
I am still certain that mewithoutYou is possibly one of the best bands on the face of the planet.

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Devious Journal Entry

Mon Oct 6, 2008, 12:47 PM
  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: done writing love songs - the morning light
  • Reading: accounting assignments

Kiss the hand and cheek, kiss the lips that open.
Kiss the eyes and tears, kiss the wounds that open.

The nuclei of our atoms are so small, we are mostly nothing.
Whoever did this made our stone walls out of windows always open.

In a thicket: A bag too dark to see, too big to lift, too familiar to walk away from.
God grant me strength to drag it into the open.

6:10, stuck on the freeway again.
Love is singing with window and throat wide open.

My friend refused to greet the stranger in black,
was brought to the surgeon, who cut his heart open.

Go ahead, I dare you, take another breath. Each one is full
of what 14 billion years ago blew this world open.

We safecracker poets sand fingertips, pass long nights on our knees.
All to feel those clicks that mean the door will spring open.

Len says, I love the night sky, but I adore the Milky Way:
It is the edge of Her robe. See how gently it opens.
-len anderson


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