| Today |
[Mar. 1st, 2007|04:55 pm] |
My stomach is, or was, basicly a red welt
Actually...Kinda looks like I've been whiped.
IF I can get Vinny's screen name and the picture's sent you'll see what ti looked like directly after
For now, rest and ice |
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| Footnote |
[Jan. 24th, 2007|09:45 pm] |
Simple word, broad picture, and in the end it's the same insanity that I lvoe...The main beuaty that's my life.
I'm so very sorry to hear what happened, East. That sentiment is for both accounts of news that have befallen you. I'm here if you need me, if you want to talk, but...
But in fair respect that's the part of this entry that I'd like to focus on, and maybe the way I introduced this is wrong, for it very likely is and my apologizes to everyone.
Yes, Footnote. Life is a footnote, no matter whoes it is. However, I feel, and fear, that my life is literally the footnote of a footnote. Because, in fair respect, I am...I'm a footnote to all you in some way, not listed first or last just somewhere in the middle or on a page where something about me is commonly drawn up so that no one needs to even check the footnote, as if it was whited out not by the substance itself, but it's own purpose and ease.
I've drifted, clear, simple, true and blue. Drifted very far away, and we all know this is true via lack of enties and responses...Thougad a few I find it increasingly hard to be a part of it all, of any of you as I had been so long ago.
Do I have regrets? Redundant question. We all have regrets and I regret being away at times, sorry for myself a lot no matter how good I'm doing...Blissful in a spiral that I find lovely no matter how sad it is until the fuse gets so low that I, suppose a bomb squad unit deactivating a bom has run out of time, panic like hell to get the fuse back up.
Do i say good-bye, Daddy?
Said the boy as his Daddy slipped away,
And the father simply said,
No, Son, we'll meet again one day |
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| Acceptance? :) |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|09:40 pm] |
The beauty of this is also the rather comical and colorfull way it happened. Tara has accepted me as the one to be with, despite age and everything, and the beauty of it was how it was done, because it fit her and made me smile...It was simply writting the message of giving me a gift, and that gift was a callor with the tag: Tara's Lovely Pet
Besides that good news...My arm hurts, I was tossed on it during wrestling. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 19th, 2006|06:48 am] |
Happy Birthday Christy
That's all for today |
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| Found it :D |
[Sep. 29th, 2006|04:03 pm] |
I found it o.O On the floor in the locker room...It's sitting in mouth wash upstaris.
Thanks for the offers though Rave and Aaron :3
And Fye apparelty get s GW o.O So I can use my gift card...Whoot |
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| Lost retainer |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
Mom's pissed
Anyone have a room for rent? |
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| Long since dry, I find them anew |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|08:49 pm] |
Too bad I feel as though I can longer cry for I think I would be doing so as I right this to you all, least my old friends that still read this, and for you I extend this song...WHich amusses me for I thought I'd always use my own words...'Fraid not so here it is:
Flyleaf - Broken Wings Lyrics
Thank you for being such a friend to me
Oh I pray a friend
for life,
And have I ever told you how much you mean to
me?
Oh you mean so much to me...
Thinking all the
time how to tell you what I feel,
Contemplating
phrases....I'm gazing at eternity,
I am floating in
serenity...
And I am so lost for words
And I am
so overwhelmed
Please don't leave just yet
Can you stay a moment please
We can dance together
We can dance forever
Under your stars tonight
We'll live and breathe this dream
So close
your eyes, but don't dream too deep
And please pass me
some memories
And when I fall you're underneath
1000 broken hearts, carried by 1000 broken wings |
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| Bits and Pieces |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|04:29 pm] |
o.o Bits and pieces...for I'ma tad moody and unbalanced and don't want to bore the lot of you that may...or may not, read this.
1.) Ipod went through the was o.-
2) Tony, my soccer coach, is a dick as usual.
3) I've writtena few more poems.
Yah three things =p AND! I want you to listen to me well here Nathan...Don't tell my folks about what I do, for if I was in your shoes I would not do that to you |
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| Deep thoughts, no logic, irrational choices |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|09:23 pm] |
Knife press to the skin,
A slight slit and it all begins,
Liquids flow from the wound,
You think it's all leaving you,
But as it falls to the floor,
It simple puddles,
And it grows more and more,
As time passes logic fades,
You're still standing,
Simply dazed,
You hear the call but fail to complie,
It all flows back in,
And you start to cry,
For you can never rest,
Your body never ceases,
It can not stop,
It stays awake,
When you wish it not,
It moves on,
When you try to stop,
It controls all,
And you control not.
I don't fucking know <.< My view of life is yet again under construction.
...
Funerals suck |
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| Death |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|09:52 am] |
Got the word that my great grand-mother died.
So a lot of things are going to be halted. |
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| Poem |
[Aug. 20th, 2006|10:31 pm] |
This is a work in progress; please tell me what you think:
The words I love you,
are so unclear,
Covered by a rosey veil,
What lurks beyond only lovers know,
But is it love they truly show?
She sits before him on his knees,
As he starts to fulfill her wildest dreams,
In her mind she just says please. |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 12th, 2006|09:22 pm] |
List 6 things about yourself. Tag 6 people. No tagbacks.
1. I've deleted my neopets account again because it ties me down and something seems to return to me while I'm there.
2. I've lost my glasses
3. I feel more under apathy then I ever really have.
4. I feel obligated to the whims of others far more than my own
5. I've concidered taking up fenecing
6. I find my self restless internal and external. |
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| Vacation |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|09:25 pm] |
Hey folks and friends.
I'm currently in Stamford, CT.
So far this is the rundown of my vacation daywise:
1.Gettysburg
2. Washington D.c.
3. Atlanta City, NJ
4. Here: supposed to be New York but that's tomorrow morning.
So far it's been bareable amongst the family.
Hope all of you are well and best wishes.
Love,
Dan |
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| *sigh* :\ G'damn it all |
[Jun. 23rd, 2006|11:17 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cynical | ] |
Told someone on Guild Wars I'd write either a poem or a passage today. They, however, won't see either because: a) the poem's currently two lines and b) sometimes I dislike sharing passages. But... I'd very much share this here. The two lines of the poem I'm going to show as a lead in:
Another sleepless night,
And a restless day,
Lately at night, it's dawned on me of how alone I truly feel. It's not that I don't have friends but the feeling is that no one seems to understand me and that I have no one I feel comfortable in talking to (And that what I talk about seems beyond me). To most folks this is simply a phase or more than likely depression (I'm still not sure if I want a shrink, though my folks have brought up that touchy subject). Many things linger in my mind that were meant as compliments have slowly, in my mind, turned into insults (For example the age issue of what it is and what was thought. And the ever thoughtful compliment of being deep and stong minded).
Point is: I simply feel alone
Another sleepless night,
And a restless day,
Feeling friendless and forlon,
Like a tree growing old,
In a city that never rests,
And is always on a buzz,
One man struggles,
Struggles for some hope,
As his hands loose their grip,
On life's rope,
And he falls forever,
In a sprial unknown,
Crying in the lightless day,
All alone. |
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| Regardless of feeling abandoned :D I'ma write |
[Jun. 14th, 2006|06:56 am] |
Ok, I was watching the news and something involving the words sex change came up; not really a story in itself but that idea and the thing with gay marriage got me thinking...
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If they allow folks to get sex changes it's basicly in a sense saying they're gay and are just changing their sex to do what they want.
SO
If they allow this why not gay marriage? It's ignorant |
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| Hmm |
[May. 29th, 2006|06:10 pm] |
Tis a time like this when I wonder what happened. Where the strong and enduring friendships I had formed here went, and, for that matter, where they went away to. However, the more I look over it the clearer it gets that, in some sense, I had no friends here and truly played the role of a shrink. By this I mean I asked questions with the hope of getting answers and added my simple and, at times, reclutant share of thought in.
But the memories never do fade. I remember things that were said to me, stories shared, wishes and woes expressed amongst people that, this may sound harsh but it seems true, had no one but at all to explain to. It's these things that make me write here again, for I miss them. I believe it's my fault for leting these moments pass me by as I faded from you all but I realized what little purpose I had for you guys was slowly disappearing, and thus did I.
I think I'll end up looking into politics later in life, looking into the gay rights issue under the marriage thing. My reason for this is simple really, a union is a union and none should have it denied; I'll look into reasons against it and such of the nature but chances are I'll still be living a sort of piped life.
I hope to meet with you all one day, in the flesh rather the web.
Friend till the end and hopefully more,
Daniel L D. |
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| The fucking symbol I am, the god forsaken lamb |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|06:59 pm] |
I am,
Sick inside,
I wish for me to die,
I want something long past due,
Now it's something greater than you,
It's freedom from this lamb I am,
From the pain delt by all hands,
Knives and guns do me not,
It's my emotions that are shot,
And I bleed within,
Bubbling out your dirtiest sins,
Yet more seem to creep in,
Do with me,
What you want,
Take of me,
What you have not,
See with what,
You cannot,
Give to me,
What you should not,
But do for me,
One simple thing,
Do not stop me,
When I sing.
The lamb note is simple. It is in a sick sense comical, if you will, because of what it means and tells. This being a sacrafical lamb given up by the Aztecs or other ancient culturers to the gods that they believed in. This analogy onto myself is simple...I let others use me for their gain, their pleasure and enjoyment but it offers nothing to me, usually nothing, more often than not nothing. But I am a lamb, it is of my nature...A symbol of my own pitiful existance that's so fucking true it's disgusting...I can't change that of what is, I can only deal with it as such. |
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| Poems |
[Apr. 1st, 2006|10:07 pm] |
Jaz's Birthday Poem, April 2nd
Behold today,
A day of joy,
For today your older than before,
You've grown so much,
And so fast,
Time flys by,
Fleeting in the past,
And today of days,
We honor you,
Your gifts to us all,
And all held true,
For friends and family are near,
Bearing gifts and goods,
That spread through the years,
Happy Birthday,
Let's all say Cheers.
A poem as pernormal dealing with my heart soul and body...
Some say it's swift,
Some say it's slow,
But it comes all the same and never lets go,
When you grab your tender heart,
And hold it in your hand,
You have to cast it aside and watch it land,
Be free of the stone that weighed you down,
Be able to walk freely amongst the town
Care not for the poor,
Blind or Sick,
Nor for the whores,
Who need help in their wit,
For your free to quit
You've helped so much
And lost much too,
Your sanity has forshaken you,
So why help them,
When they not you,
Cast aside the heart,
Squeeze it thrice and watch it bleed out,
Lick the sin that flowed through out,
Spit it far and out,
Now with all force just let her sail,
May she not return,
May she burn fair,
Cast aside the stone,
Get rid of the heart,
Let loose your bones |
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| Out of the loop and on a lovely train to nowhere off into the country |
[Mar. 26th, 2006|08:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Bland | ] |
Proverb:
If one takes stairs two steps at a time, he is bound to leave something behind.
Summary of my days...breif and short no actaull reason
Track starts tomorrow which I'm looking forward to it.
School's been good grades been up.
Haven't talked to anyone in sometime, detail in conversations are overall flat...In fact the few good conversations I have are with Jaz but the problem is it seems to be bland all the same, except I can be a herald and her a hearken and she actually understands what I say sometimes more often than not.
Tis my life fading from me? Void of major reason it slips in and out of what to do, when, why, and how...
Eternal questions:
What is life? How do we define it? And who honestly lives it? |
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| As a new moon falls so does my mind... |
[Mar. 9th, 2006|09:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pessimistic | ] |
I'm a Blank Paged Book,
Free of words and writings alike,
I'm here for you day and night,
Allow me to hold what's dear to your heart,
Let me be a holder to all your art,
Fill me with your secrets,
That I can surely keep,
Fill me with your dreams,
So you can learn from them,
Come to me when you weep and record what makes you blue,
Come to me with joy and let the moment ensue,
Come to me any day aslong as your heart be true,
I'm a Blank Paged Book here for you,
A keep of your secrets,
Every one new,
Fill me with your hopes that make you you,
Fill with anything,
Anything at all,
Fill me with your worries,
You woes and those on far,
Fill me till the end,
Just so I know,
That your still their inside witha heart to guide. |
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