| procasination |
[May. 10th, 2004|12:10 am] |
of all the things in the world I think procasination is the coolest thing ever. At 12:10 PM I am awake and writin in this "journal" because i feel like it knowing sure as hell that only like 5 people will ever read it. If i have learned anything at all this year is that you really only need 7 hours of sleep to function and that you can make up the rest in torrens and chemistry. What else am I pondering at this obscene hour of the day? What you may wonder? I believe it goes something like this:
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
And that's... all i can remember fuck you shakespeare... dooo ddeeee dooo.... i can also have a conversation with myself Hello. How are you? Good bout u? good? good? i hate conversations like those... because they have no depth like the fucking world in itself. Its one big ass abstract image that is so simple that you can describe it in like 6 words. Just the human mind is too fucked up to understand that. We add feelings and knowledge, but are we better set that the simple fuckin rabbit that has like sex evrey day? really... fuck it... -.- |
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[Apr. 8th, 2004|10:12 pm] |
hmm ponder ponder....
what is EMOTION? emotion is an abstract display of what is in our hearts. it is what we FEEL. but how does one FEEL emotion? through pictures, words, songs, and events. think of a rose, think of chocolate. how do you feel? a presense of EMOTION? how bout tears, rose petals, blood? more EMOTION. but its different? what if we took all of that away. what if we took away the roses, the blood, the choclate. what if we took away the PEOPLE, the EVENTS, the PICTURES, the SONGS? what would we be left with? nothingness... why that is an emotion in itself. with this what would we be, what kind of person? Would you still be you? No? can't feel it? neither can I. Lets take it a step further:
You sit at your desk at night slaving away at a night's workload. SAT's, AP', Homework... parents... all persist in nagging at you in evreyway possible. The dim light shines above your forehead as your eyes squit to read the fine print. You look around, your parents are shouting outside about some miserable ordeal, they never stop complaining. Thank god i have friends you tell yourself. Looking around you see pictures, presents, and poses. Then you see them backstabbing you. Gossiping, not noticing who you really are...A sweet masqureading melody pierces at your head. That deathly moan, it is worth nothing. But then you hear it. A slight ticking of the clock behind you. A loud montonous clicking that drills into your mind. You drift through it. You try to study but all you hear is that clicking. You turn around.
BAM, a flash of black light. the scene changes you are sent into a white room. A man sits in a red chair. "Welcome" he chimes. "Welcome to the real world" he claims. His image dissapears. You cry, you laugh in that white room. You run around but it reaches infinity, there is no end. You scream for release but you get none. "This isn't the real world" you weep. You stay in that cage, that whiteness for years. You sit in your execresions. The same exact blinding light is all your eyes see. You cannot sleep, for there is silence, but you cannot stay awake for there is sound. What is this world? What do you crave the most now? What is going on?
what im getting at is... pretty off topic... listen to your heart and connect it with those things... those songs... and hold them close. For without these what would we have?
The answer to all my rhetorical questions... is that you have/want/need what you have right now. this is your life hold onto it and make the most out of it. Become a god... for we all have the potential to reach heaven |
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| uhh yea dont want to do hw |
[Mar. 30th, 2004|09:06 pm] |
procasination heaven today...
dont know what i did i dont rly think i care... slept in a few classes eh...
well here's one of my poems that i just finished enjoy :) :)
REVERIE
Stuck in school,
I float to dreams,
Chin on hand.
Awakening, I open
My eyes to a glimpse
Of heaven shining.
Hello, I falter
From my dry lips
As I stumble to rise.
She glances at me
With eyes of pearls,
Deep as calm ocean.
Her starry smile
Brings new life
To my dying heart.
Hello, she giggles.
Words flow from her
Like breath of jasmine.
A hand, soft like petals,
Holds mine. Warm as sun,
Our gaze fixes forever.
But the bell echoes. She
Glides away on her path.
I ache for reverie. |
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| first rambling |
[Mar. 27th, 2004|11:30 pm] |
currently it is very late and i am very bored... well i made this for one reason so i could put shit on it n get ppl's mockings n stuff so yea enjoy... its going to be fun... here's an intro to a story i started tonight its in like pre pre drafts so who gives a shit ill edit it so it becomes better later
LOVE STORY
these events are purely fictionaly any relation to any real names doesnt mean anything at all... unless u want it to... but that means that it would mean something but if that happens it would mean something and then ... i love you
It was a bright day in spring. The sun shone like a god in sky, grinning over his people. With bunnies leaping back and forth bringing past easter eggs. Blossoming flowers left and right rise and bloom. A rainbow shines bright in the sky.
I watch as bunnies hop by to meet in a condensed orgy composed of like 60 bunnies… wait a minute… my thoughts are interrupted as the sun's grin turns to sadistic laughter as he shines sadistic UV tanning my skin .2 degrees darker. I fall on my knees crying with pain, but my allergies kick in and I stopped breathing and died. Wait… what story am I writing again? Love? Shit… oh okay… then I woke up….
I sat in my corner, the corner with jill, jenny, jackie, jennifer, and many more j's. We talked of happy things, talking of many important things, giggling at even more. Tempting the boys in a circle 2 feet from us with our dead gorgeous bodies that are entirely underdeveloped that would only attract a man like Michael Jackson. We are clothed like barbarians revealing half of our skin yet we refer to ourselves as “new age”. But who cares, ya know just follow the crowd. |
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