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A poem... [Mar. 21st, 2004|09:32 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6

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[Current Music |A random commercial]

Writing this on the spot, and only here, because I need a way to express emotions without killing off more of my characters.

The first line is actually from a Shakespeare play, but I'm too lazy to remember which one.

To sleep, perchance to dream.
To fly, perchance to sore.
To cry, perchance to escape.
To scream, perchance to express emotion.
One never knows what comes next.
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Tis an amazing idea.

That was crap...and I don't feel any better anyway.

**wanders off**
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"Kurt" [Mar. 21st, 2004|09:32 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6
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Poem about my ex.. Collapse )

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Fine..you talked me into it. [Mar. 20th, 2004|10:44 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6

[Current Music |Radiohead- there there]

I'm aware this is shite.

Bobby Sands
I was born a poor boy in Rathcoole, and a poor boy I remained.
Fighting for our freedom, until I was detained.
For six days I was pandied, and then thrown in a cell.
All for the cause of freedom, my life soon became my hell.
They swiped all my possessions, leaving nothing but a pen.
That's when I held a meeting, with all the H-Block men.
We organized a hunger strike, to bring attention to "the cause."
Freedom for all Ireland, there would not be no withdrawals.
On the twenty third March, I was pulled from my cell.
Sent to the prison hospital, the English forcing me to get well.
But it's too late to save me now, the boys will remember my name.
My comrades will die shortly now, but certainly not in vain.
Although I am the first to die, I know there will be more.
Freedom for all Ireland
"Tiocfaidh Ar La "
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Heyla! [Mar. 20th, 2004|10:39 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6

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I decided to join -- don't know if I'll end up posting anything for a while though, no time to write, no time to post, no time to talk. Good luck to all!

Peace be upon you! Namarie!
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(no subject) [Mar. 20th, 2004|10:08 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6

I'm joining just so I can read the stuff posted in here from my friend's page. I doubt that I'll post anything I write in here, mainly because it sucks.

Just thought I'd say hi
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yay! i'm posting!!! [Mar. 20th, 2004|09:54 pm]
1 Corinthians 13:6

[Current Mood |bouncybouncy]
[Current Music |the song i just posted...lol.]

here's a song i wrote. it's a bit depressing, but i like to sing it while i play the guitar as loudly as i can. critique it if you want to.

am i the first person to join?

I’ll Always Have These Memories
Leah Helen [last name omitted]. March 14th, 2004

Sometimes I try to hide from my memories,
Stuff them in a box in the closet
And crawl down under my bed.
Running a race where I'm going nowhere,
Running away from the thoughts in my head.


Memories come calling to find me every night
Buzzing through my brain like a horde of angry bees.
I try to cover up my heart but they still rip off a bite.
I will always always always have these memories.

Killing me so quietly, drowning me in my own thoughts.
I pack all of my fears away but still they hurt me lots and lots.
Always running, never sleeping, never knowing what to do.
Always doubting, always crying, wondering if my thoughts are true.

(Repeat Chorus)

Simple silence is inviting, conversations scare me more
When I just wish with all my heart to be just like I was before.
You claim that thinking cannot kill; I don't believe a bit of it.
Apologies are powerless, I really couldn't give a shit.

(Repeat Chorus)

And still you say you understand the nightmares that have captured me.
I could describe the horror but I know that still you wouldn't see.
My brain is in a whirlwind with the bottom flying to the top.
There's nothing I wouldn't give just for this awful hell to stop.

(Repeat Chorus)

But the memories follow everywhere as I climb this ladder high.
I stop on every rung, and I always ask the question, "why?"
Thinking feels so poisonous, the snake that bit could never know
All the pain that it can bring to ignore when I say "no."

(Repeat Chorus)

Memories come chasing me, so vivid, so hard to ignore.
Why oh why can't my life be as simple as it was before?
I try to just convince myself, it didn't happen, not to me.
A little part inside myself is crying out, this couldn't be.

(Repeat Chorus)

I'll chase myself in circles 'til I just come to accept this pain.
I wonder, can the flowers grow with little sun and only rain?
I toss and turn and overthink and never do I really sleep
But there's so many questions with the answers buried far to deep.

(Repeat Chorus)

In and out and round about and just to hide what I am hiding.
No safety bar to catch me on the ferris wheel that I am riding.
It's time to climb a wall that stands all cold and stone and foreboding.
I dance in circles on the ground and always my head is exploding.

(Repeat Chorus)

Sometimes I try to hide from my memories,
Stuff them in a box in the closet
And crawl down under my bed.
Running a race where I'm going nowhere.
Running away from the thoughts in my head.
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