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The Recognition Factor [23 Jun 2006|07:22pm]
Malingering in the openness of two speakers
Crashing in unison.

The grindstone of the soul
Seeking a recognition factor,
An extension of the turned handle,
A scar left to wither.

Something about the fall of a leaf
In autumn,
Something about the cessation of vibrancy
Creates the guided tour.

Another time perhaps?

Or a slanted view allowing rebirth?

Take the time.
Keep the time.
Remember the time.

(2 superheros | help me)

[23 Apr 2006|07:45pm]
today my heart was set free.
each moment collected and formed a mass of happiness and joy.
each moment was light and concealed just the perfect amount of me and everyone else.
a beautiful drive to suburbia....
music filled the ears just right.
a reminder of a summer past.
i couldn't help but smile at the passengers of passing cars.
wishing they could hear the music too.
because it was...
just right.
a fucking awesome bike ride.
i'm gonna buy that bike if he'll let me.
and ride it around this summer.
because its tires, seat, and handlebars..
fit just right.
driving back into the city..
was a glimse of the months to come.
this summer is going to be a fucking great one.
and i look on with anticipation.

(4 superheros | help me)

Buy My Art [14 Aug 2005|01:51pm]
I'm going to New York on the 28th..
I'm in need of some extra cash.

I'm selling my newest painting.
Make me an offer.

Its all wired and lights up.

Image hosted by Photobucket.com

(1 superhero | help me)

crack.ed [05 Jul 2005|11:54pm]
it feels like something is caught in my throat.
like i'm so close to crying..
but i don't know why.
i'm sitting back and watching as someone close to me sinks...
and i almost feel like i'm sinking with him.
i watch as she struggles to stay composed.
and it astonishes me.
a powerful woman she is.
a powerless daughter i feel.
i grew thinking that they were a perfectly painted picture.
something i looked up to.
something i thought i wanted to be.
and now that picture looks disturbed and ugly.
my image has faded into something unreal, grotesque, and deformed.
maybe i'm letting this hurt too much.
but its the only thing i have..
the biggest most trusted unconditional love i had in my little world.
and its cracked.
and falling apart.

i sat down and felt like i had something poetic to say
maybe i'm wrong.

my perpective and perception has changed.
and i'm not all too comfortable with it.

(10 superheros | help me)

[09 Jun 2005|08:15pm]
hello livejournal.
how i've missed you so.

funny how things sometimes just fall in your lap.
i've been doing some sewing work for a designer and his partner.
people i met randomly through Micah.
one of whom just happened to know my mother.
a strange coincidence.
they did a big fashion show at Trinity end of May.
they are moving to New York in October.
they have asked me to come.
today i pretty much accepted.
off to New York i will go.

the feelings have been strange today.
so excited to have found a reason to get out of here.
and sad thinking about Josh not wanting to go to New York.
i'm not sure i'm ready to let him go in that way.
but i cannot just let this opportunity pass.

the future holds something new and amazing.

Oh and i've quit my job at the bar, so don't come looking for me there!
I've got too much sewing to do to be messing around at some stupid job that i hate.

(12 superheros | help me)

[17 Feb 2005|08:26pm]
hello livejournal.

i feel discombobulated.
what the fuck does that mean anyways?

off track.
a little lost.

i'm doing good otherwise.
boyfriendland is treating me well.
i'm happy here.
i like it.
i like him.
i like having the warm body in bed every night.
i got home from work just after he had left for work.
the house was spotless.
everything was tucked into its place.
i sat on the couch with my kitty and burned a bowl.
it was nice.

just got over some horrid swollen tonsils.
went to the ER last weekend after waking up not able to swallow my own saliva.
shit, that hurt.
not strep.
tonselitus of some sort.
got a pocketful of vicodin.
went home, popped a few.
drank a glass of wine to celebrate my ability to swallow again pain-free.
i'm better now.

i no longer have a car.
long story.
i bought my first car when i was 15, had one ever since, i'm now 24.
its only been a few days and being car-less s a pain in the ass.
i'll get used to it i suppose.
i've got to get a fucking ipod.

i've got $6 in my bank account.
who wants to take me out tonight?

(4 superheros | help me)

[04 Feb 2005|10:01am]
its raining
and my mood suits.
silly how that happens.
always comparing the weather to my mood.
its got nothing to do with it. really.

i need to get out.
i need to talk.
a drink and good conversation...
who wants to help me out?

really though...
life is fine.
i just get myself into these moods
where i don't feel like moving.
don't feel like bothering.

(1 superhero | help me)

[27 Jan 2005|08:44am]
i'd like to have something important to say.
my frustrations lay beneath the surface.
just out of reach.
always out of reach.
the steady but not agressive rush of the wind
sends those subtle chills through me.

(help me)

[23 Jan 2005|05:43pm]
my days feel heavy.

i walk slowly...
like one who comes from far away...
and doesn't expect to arrive.

but still i have this feeling...
like everything will fall into place.
slowly, one by one.
it has begun.

(2 superheros | help me)

cocktail party/ come help celebrate! [13 Dec 2004|12:16pm]
Hello lovelies!

in my failed attempts at celebrating nothing this year....

i will be having a birthday party/housewarming party.

Sunday December 19th 9:00pm

*My birthday
*Vy's birthday
*Michelles friend Megans birthday
*and the new place of residents for myself, Billy, and soon to be Josh!

so stop by and get sloshy with us.
good music, great drinks, better food, and the best people.
cocktail style... dress accordingly.

please bring(if funds allow):
*an appetizer(we'll have homemade mango salsa and homemade guacamole(curtesy of Dirty, he makes the best), chips, roasted garlic and brie and a handful of other things). bring whatever you like.
*a bottle of your favorite(or the cheapest if you're poor like me) alcohol/mixers/juice.

questions? directions? call my ass! 206.579.0023

P.S. No gifts accepted.

(2 superheros | help me)

[03 Dec 2004|08:30pm]
i love
that sinking feeling
of falling
into a comfortable spot

(7 superheros | help me)

...paying homage... [30 Nov 2004|06:48pm]
turning in keys to an apartment...
its like closing a chapter.
in a sense.

i layed myself on the empty floor before i left...
and thought about all of the memories created in that space.
they were plentiful.
some blurry.
some stark.
from the first night...
a partially empty space...
one bed...
with two clothed girls...
and two naked boys.
to opening my space...
to a boyfriend.
in was an interesting time.
un undefined time.

i layed on the floor...
and tried to pick apart the moments.
why they happened.
how they happened.
i soaked it in.

i left most of them there.
the thoughts.
they will be happier there.
i've tucked the important ones away.
those will stay with me.

i left a happy little thank you note for Mike & Martin along with my keys.
thanked them for my time there.

turned out the lights.
smoked one last cigarette on the steps.
and walked away.

a new chapter begins.
i'm looking forward to it.
i have a really good feeling about whats to come.
here's to what awaits.

emo enough for you Brady? ;)

(1 superhero | help me)

.crunch. [10 Nov 2004|08:34pm]
circles are made everyday.
i try hard to connect moments.
fit pieces together.
fix the broken ones.
remain focused.
although its easily lost.
the focus that is.

experiences are processed.
lessons are learned.

do you think that i should be concerned...
that i've gathered all my change...
in order to feed myself tonight?
its 7pm and i'm running on...
cocoa butter
reduced minerals whey
soy lechthin
all that makes up a reeces peanut butter cup.
did you know they make them in white chocolate now?
i feel so behind the times.

i'd really like mango curry with vegetables.
and a warm glass of chai.

today sucked.
but i still managed to pull over...
to help a little asian man(who barely spoke any english) fix his blown tire.
and gave a bum my second reeces peanut butter cup.

(help me)

.!. [03 Nov 2004|06:16pm]

Life does work in mysterious ways.

(1 superhero | help me)

[25 Oct 2004|06:24pm]
words were shared for the first time today.
scared.relieved.sad.prepared and unprepared.

the scars that covered his arms were devastating.
it almost looked like a disease...
like the drug addiction had seeped through his skin.

the picture i painted when i was 12...
of the car accident...
it all makes so much more sense now.

(help me)

[23 Oct 2004|10:04am]
i didn't realize how bad it really was.
the sleepiness.
the skin and bones.
so bad in fact i don't even want to discuss it.
so it festers and grows and bursts inside of me.

i can cry tears for him.
but it doesn't erase it.

i drown and spin
inside of the idea
that i don't even know my father.

(1 superhero | help me)

[10 Oct 2004|09:18pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

theres puppy love and true love and the love of your life... but soulmate doesn't have the world love in it anywhere. it doesn't go into the messy realms of what love must mean. a pairing of souls... like socks... the mate to that white sock with the colored stiches has got to be here somehwhere. but a soul... whos to say what a soul is. well, i am. so are you. a soul is belief. everyone believes things... i beleive the day begins when i get out of bed... some beleive it begins when the sun rises... some beleive it begins at 12:01am. and you build them up like an endless mantra. take your shower in the morning... lima beans are for the devil... you love chocolate cake...orange is a great color... and so forth never repeating and one day, you meet someone whos personal mantra says something like... take your shower at night... lima beans taste great... you love carrot cake... blue is beautiful... and maybe your mantras have the words all wrong, but like a song sung in rounds... the melody matches... it swirls and mingles and the song is better now. a soulmate is not a lover... not a true love... not a best friend... or someone like you... its belief.

(3 superheros | help me)

[08 Oct 2004|07:11pm]
the streets are empty. this world is mine to walk into and own because no one else dares. there are a million points, more or less, in the countings depth, dragging into me, sliding down, hicupping in. it washes over me, the slope of my nose is imaged out in sensations. the world in various attempts catches against me. impregnations, mercies, the wishful mistakes of weeds and garbage, intensions, pleadings: all are brushed on and off of me giving me only time for the most broad acceptance, none to understand or follow. cruelty and tenderness are equal in the sudden chilling designations between the slow dropping and hammering affronts to my face's sense of stay. all that remains is a slight wincing, like sharp music notes, against an overwhelming if predictable underscore.

(help me)

[05 Oct 2004|07:00pm]
autumn feels good.
i've pulled out my winter coat
and colored my hair a dark red.
the ground is wet.
the air is moist.

but i still feel like packing up my car
with remnants of this city.
to drive south.
a new pace.

i'm missing him.
and it aches.

(help me)

[27 Sep 2004|06:41pm]
its funny.
the way we do things.
the way we interact with people.
what we'll do for that first embrace.

i'm sitting here trying to find words...
we dove into our own secret little world.

i miss.

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