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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Saturday, May 15, 2004 v

blogger sucks if it can't post this
I like blogging. I like mindless blogging.
I like dark lyrics.
I've always loved sappy sweet, story lyrics from country songs.
Then I moved to all these new bands and now I'm at a dark stage.
And now
All the metal/scream core songs. They sound cacophonous at times. But they ain't so bad. At least it's not grindcore, sludge death and what not...
yet.

I still love Brand New's Guernica bridge. When the raspy, halfscreams, hoarse and low, starts. But I love the song overall. Esp the last part.
I submit no excuse.
If this is what I have to do I owe you every day I wake.
If I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells
and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure.


Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.

Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
so I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
So I'm asking you to shine it on and stick around.

I'm not writing my goodbyes.
I'm not letting you check out.
You will beat this starting now and you will always be around.
I'm there to monitor your breathing
I will watch you while you're sleeping.
I will keep you safe and sound.

Does anybody remember back when you were very young.
Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?


~wYLdeFiLLy~ 1:54 am [+]
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