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Saturday, April 25th, 2009
3:27 pm
I'm broken
I've got no one
I've got nothing

And I'm trying to learn my lesson
But so far I'm getting no where
All I want is to be accepted
And to reach my final goal

Steal me away from this hell that I've become
Take me away from this city that I've burned
Take my heart and change it's mind
I want to be you, I want to be you
I hate myself
Walking away ain't easy
I'm starving myself of all it's insecurities
I'm lying to all of those that trust me
So hardly in love, had to be love.

Every day I look in the mirror
All I see is lost and failure
What I need is some exposure
Someone to reach that part of me


Had to be love
Had to be loved
Only you, only me
Just to break that part of me
Now I'm nothing, I am nothing,
I am broken


As the days go by I'm losing it
As the years go by I'm dying
I thought my heart had learned it's lesson
I'm fading away, I'm fading away
I'm fading away
Thursday, April 12th, 2007
10:42 am
mainstream is shit isn't it? mcr used to be awesome until they became mainstream... now theyre too pop...

Current Mood: angry
Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
12:24 am
haven't posted in a while...so ya
The pressure of live-giving breath falls heavy on these shoulders. The smoldering fires of souls that are born with a clean page, away from their deliverance or downfall of shame, may be blessed with the power to grow stronger and louder. How they fathom their dreams of their potential realities is a blessing within itself, being limitless, unobscene. Addressing each other unknowingly, having only recollections in their later lives introspection, is what it means to be a soul, more than a part of a whole. And no not one may go without knowing at some point their fire was given, their living was granted. Their chest having risen was my breath implanted, and that hand that created was the hand life demanded. And this pressure, this weight, this great burden of live-giving presence manifests in the recesses of their minds. Deep back in the cavernous expanses of thought, back deeper than life-giving touch, and down further within the thin slivers of sensation and unconscious palpitations. Therin lies the source of their breath and the presence of all they are and will be. Their potential realities and dreams, endless dreams.
Monday, June 6th, 2005
11:35 pm
ever been rejected from other communities then join im_an_emoreject
Monday, May 23rd, 2005
2:26 pm
First of all, while we are slightly changing the alternative book idea: If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested. (We already have several people interested in this idea so we will still do this if you are interested in this project. :) )

If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project would be provided this week. :)

Information about the new project: The Pages Project.

Due to the enormous response and interest in this project we are contemplating an alternative idea to our original suggestion.

We're thinking that each person could mail to us their work, page or pages (any size, shape, color, anything they desire) and we will scan the pages as they arrive and post them. Creatively this allows you to use any media or medium that you want that can still be bound into a book. You can use notecards, any kind of paper, you could make a collage, or even make your own paper. 81/2 x 11 or smaller is recommended for binding reasons.

Since anybody could be sending us pages at anytime your identity will remain anonymous. We will give you our address so it will be both the mailing and return address. That will make it less expensive and faster.

Then at the end we will send everyone a complete pdf file of the project. Of course all the pages will be scanned on the livejournal anonymously and anybody can give feedback on each individual page. We will still assemble and bind the pages into a hardcover book if people are interested in having a copy of the book we will still do that for the cost of producing the book. (This way everyone would have a final copy either in the form of the pdf file or in the form of an actual book).

Based on the number of people already interested, alloting just ten days apiece for production time not counting mailing time it would be a year and a half before there was a final product if we followed the original plan. The final product would be a hard bound book.

We think people would like to see the work sooner. Also the people at the end of the book would not receive the book for an entire year or more.

For the first publication of the Pages Project the deadline is June 6th 2005.

If you are interested in being a part of the Pages Project please comment with your email address included and we will send you our address.

This would be an ongoing project so people who are newly interested can email us at midnight_confessions248 @ yahoo.com at anytime.

If you would rather do the book as orignially suggested please email us with your address and we will send you additional information and start the Alternate Book Project as originally suggested.

If you would like to participate in both projects that is welcome as well. An update on the Alternate Book Project will be provided this week. :)
Sunday, May 15th, 2005
10:33 pm
In this post I am promoting my community.

It is a journalling community whose focus is on alternative journalling books, that are sent to members for their contributions and then mailed to the next person. Anonymity will be preserved in every way possible. The purpose of the books is to provide people with an outlet by which they can voice their fears, desires, secrets, experiences, whatever they feel they can't normally share with people. This idea is loosely based on Post Secret (http://postsecret.blogspot.com/). There will be a minimum of two books circulating through the member pool so that it will be impossible for people to know who they received their book from or who they are sending it to. A place to be truly human, NOTHING, is off limits.

Sunday, May 1st, 2005
2:50 pm
For many of you serious poets, prose writers...here is twelve15

It's for writers who seek other serious writers to mingle and perhaps create work with. It's a community based on skill.

Please check it out. Thank you.
Saturday, March 12th, 2005
6:57 pm

haven't posted in forever. hopefully i've improved immensely since last time.


unwrap unhidden melodies
expose unwritten fantasies
dark desires surface
to harsh, insensitive light

secrets held close
tied to the soul with frayed ribbon
afraid to let go
be seen
terrified by premonitions
mocking laughter
hateful glances
so it clings
to all it has ever known
security blanket
unhealthy attachment
until it’s torn
from safe haven
warm home
angry hands rip it
cut the ribbon
not bothering to untie

with fury
under burning spotlights
what was not meant to be seen
of vital needs
until it withers and collapses

before the audience
wide eyes
harsh lips
zombie hands
clapping, cheering

out of spite
just to tease
dreams severed
hopes crushed
secrets betrayed
confidence shattered
smashed to tiny pieces
shards of a tangled reflection
light bending
transforming, deceiving

the whole point of everything
drowning amidst trivial dramas
no one remembers why or how
anything began at all
but they continue
straying farther from their origins

and Secret
shivering in burning acid rains
neglected shortly after betrayal
embraced warmly by Soul once more
and the cycle repeats
drenched in drama
soap operas
and so on, and so forth
a neverending series of ellipses
symbols of repetition
c’est la vie
c’est l’amour

Saturday, February 26th, 2005
8:31 pm
Saturday, December 25th, 2004
9:09 am
Thursday, December 23rd, 2004
4:31 pm
Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
4:15 pm
I saw it all when I looked at your face.
Everything you tried to hide
in the attempt to immerse yourself
in washing the dishes.
It wasn't until I embraced you
that the walls fell
and the dark side of the moon spun into view.
I saw then,
for the first time,
the full extent of my importance.

My uncertainty melted.
There was no way I could walk away.
The fear and sorrow in your eyes;
something unexpected.
It all shook me to the core
and I wiped your tears away,
hoping I'd never see them in sadness again.

No, I could never walk away from you.
I saw your world in your eyes...

...and that world was me.

(X-posted to my own journal)

Current Mood: loved
Friday, November 26th, 2004
11:17 pm
Being safe from the hem of the prettiest rose petal
was monotonous-
it was almost like not even breathing.
But, now, if I could, I would abstain myself any day-
having known all the thorns
that scrape you as you slide down the stem,
trying to hold on to the flower.
It's a long way down, baby.
And when lying on that red, fragile surface,
it's just like breathing ashes anyway.

Thursday, November 11th, 2004
10:02 am
Saturday, November 6th, 2004
11:46 pm
In the winds of life I find my resolve,
a neverending journey through the breeze.
the leaves ignite into flames with the light of fall,
dancing in the moonlight vague and beautiful

her entrance was as innocent as the onslaught of fall,
she moved through the shade of twilight.
The fairness of her skin brightened my day,
I began to fall victim to her aura.

we danced with the winds of change,
a gust of wind to remember.
amidst the splender of the season,
we were guided by the powers that be.

the northeast in all her glory,
I bowed to the powers of creation.
attention to every detail,
the scenery could bring you to tears.

while dancing I stumbled over her beauty,
tripping only for a moment in time.
I awoke to a sign of things to come,
unrecognizable she admitted defeat

the sudden changes from fire to ice....
Thursday, November 4th, 2004
10:54 pm
"A Dream Within A Dream"
I’ve never cried so hard,
I’ve never been so convinced..
For once I thought this was really happening,
And everything I’ve ever hoped for was in the pit of my stomach,
The center of my soul,
But what I held in my hands,
Was sand that seeped through my fingertips,
And before I could catch my breath,
You flew away with the wind,
Never to be seen again,
I’ve never dreamt a dream
So real as unreal,
I’ve never wished so much in my life,
To shut my eyes and never awake again,

Just let me dream,
If that’s all I can do,
Because I’d rather be asleep,
If that’s the only place I can be with you,

And in this life,
I can see right through you,
Everything I want,
Is what you want too,

It’s never been so perfect,
This is something I’ve always waited to feel,
And these pills that I’ve slipped tonight,
Will help me keep this feeling real.
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
1:20 pm
Thursday, October 7th, 2004
1:12 pm
I thought of you today
I do not know what brought you to mind
Perhaps a stranger passed who had your eyes
Before my thoughts could take concrete form
The moment passed and you were gone
Much as the sunset dies to dark
So your memory fades.
No proof to its existence but,
The ledgers that I keep.
Do they bear some deep meaning,
Some message from my subconsience heart
Or are they just a fleeting regression
Random and Insignificant
With no reason to recount?
I would sooner know the mysteries of the universe
Than the nature of my heart.
But either way the wind shall blow
I just thought that I should say
"I thought of you today".
Monday, September 20th, 2004
2:12 pm
My friend and I now go to different colleges, I miss him so much, this is what stemmed from it.

Road of Friendship

Sitting here alone,
Thinking of how much I miss you.
Remembering all the times we shared,
Past to present of our friendship,
Such a beautiful friendship.
Remember in the beginning,
When we didn't want to label wach other "best friends"?
Because in that title,
There is inevitable doom.
But we changed that this time.
Still best friends,
While everyone around us seemed to crumble,
We stood strong.
The entire human race could fall a part,
And my world would continue on spinning as long as you were by my side.
You told me I was one of your soulmates,
What other explanation could there be?
Having entire conversations without speaking a word.
Just our eyes doing all the talking,
You're so far away now,
The distance is so unbearable.
Because no one else understands me like you do.
I guess this is just one obstacle on the road of our friendship,
But we won't let it hold us down.
I'm hoping this road is a long one...
I want to be your best friend forever and always.
Monday, September 13th, 2004
5:08 pm

Where do I begin?
In this mixed up tale of pain and sorrow
And I cry to myself to sleep
Waiting for tomorrow

Reality is something I want to hide from
And I do in my cotton candy dream
I cry in my sleep for hours
But it’s like a second to me

Please don’t flatter yourself like that
You are not as great as we both thought
But those days are gone and I hope you fail
I hope you fall and you won’t be caught

I wish I could stay asleep forever
Hiding from you all night in my room
Safe in my mind in my bed
But then the daylight comes too soon

You’d talk to me until you saw her
The epitome of perfection
She was just so much more…
And I slipped in to a state of depression

I was an original, I know its not the look
I never followed the rules, I through out that book
But that is no excuse, for looking down on me
But I won’t change for you I will be who I want to be

Please don’t flatter yourself like that
You are not as great as we both thought
But those days are gone and I hope you fail
I hope you fall and you’ll never be caught

-Amy Mack
This is my friend Amy's definitly not mine so i take no credit for it.

Current Mood: sick
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