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2013(4) February(1)im sorry. January(3) 2012(28) December(1) November(10) October(2) September(2) August(7) July(4) June(1) April(1) 2011(37) October(2) July(3) June(7) May(7) April(4) March(2) February(10) January(2) 2010(89) December(11) November(12) October(36) September(14) August(5) March(1) February(6) January(4) Saturday, February 9, 2013 i'm sorry.we are disintegrating in a barren landwell known now, to a broken mandoubting ourselves and blaming the starsthat took from us what we thought was ours
you politely ask for your love backi cringe as your sweet voice cracksand contorts into a soft hissthen lean in for one last kiss
a myriad of faces, left behindrot in the jail which is my mindi shed a tear for i'll never findwhat i'm really looking for;your wounds are still sore
you are but a memorylost in the bittersweet chaptersof a someone else's story


Friday, January 25, 2013
Every single night
I endure the flightOf little wings of white-flamedButterflies in my brainThese ideas of minePercolate the mindTrickle down the spineSwarm the belly, swelling to a blazeThat's when the pain comes inLike a second skeletonTrying to fit beneath the skinI can't fit the feelings inEvery single night's alight with my brain


What'd I say to herWhy'd I say it to herWhat does she think of meThat i'm not what I ought to beThat i'm what I try not to beIt's got to be somebody else's faultI can't get caughtIf what I am is what I am, cause I does what I doesThen brother, get back, cause my breast's gonna bust openThe rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke andI just made a meal for us both to choke onEvery single night's a fight with my brain


I just want to feel everything


So i'm gonna try to be still nowGonna renounce the mill a little while andIf we had a double-king-sized bedWe could move in it and i'd soon forgetThat what I am is what I am cause I does what I doesAnd maybe i'd relax, let my breast shot bust openMy heart's made of parts of all that surround meAnd that's why the devil just can't get around meEvery single night's alright, every single night's a fightAnd every single fight's alright with my brain


I just want to feel everythingI just want to feel everythingI just want to feel everythingI just want to feel everything
fiona apple. Friday, January 4, 2013 I am not an angry girl but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
Every time I say something they find hard to hear
They chalk it up to my anger and never to their own fear
And imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean
Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling
And I am sorry but I am not a maiden fair
And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere
- Not a Pretty Girl by Ani DiFranco Wednesday, January 2, 2013 Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment - just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.


Ayn Rand Sunday, December 23, 2012 together
I break into crystalsat willjust because I cancrumbling into tiny prisms that glitterrefraction of light to exactitudethat filters through my beingthereafternonchalantlyaccumulating myselfinto a bunched whole
I have ascendedfrom momentwhenover any calamitous occuranceI would explode, implode, fragmentalizeor shatter to smithereenslike splinter of shivering glass
No more...I shall not impair my brillianceby becoming sorry sharddug in my core
I am in control
Deepika Marwah Wednesday, November 21, 2012 insecurityit is interesting to witness, the colorfuleccentricitieswhich characterize and ultimately become source traits for the individuals that i have been lucky (and on various circumstances rather unlucky) to include in my limited understanding of life. the complexity of the human mind, which influences human behaviour, never ceases to amaze and amuse me. i have noticed a stark change in my own habits and temperament, for example, around forces/beings newer to my lifetime, which 'radiate' the light of their own personalities - the light does not hit me and deflect, rather i absorb some of the energy and incorporate it into my own. i am not entirely sure if these defective changes of energy are cemented into permanency, however have come to the conclusion that since we are still in our formative years, our perceptions are constantly subjected to change - that is to say we have lived every moment hitherto as formless - the concrete did not exist for it to crack or crumble.

though i stand a spectatora midst these various energies,most clearly visible to me is my ownenergy. what exists internally is not a morbid, perverse monster afraid of being seen in its true form... rather a secretive, seductive, deeper alertness,too close to my ego and consciousness to be let out into such a dynamic environment. thus i shield myself from the blinding intensity of my surroundings, and introduce to you a dampened version of my light, that is to say a 'sane' version of myself, containing the crazy to an inconspicuous, diminutive... "spark".
for those of you who look for real light shining from the depths of any individual, it is rarely found and difficult to miss. you will instantly realize that you are in the company of those who have already understood and come to terms with who they really are. those lucky ones existing in peace with their own energies, influencing rather than being influenced, shining their sun-like rays upon everything else, only to be admired, while i continue to flicker in doubt.
Saturday, November 17, 2012 temptation, frustration
so bad it makes him cry
beneath your perfume and make up
youre just a baby in disguise
get out of here
before you have the time of your life
the time to change your mind
dont stand
dont stand so close to me
young girl, youre out of your mind
your love for me is way out of line

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