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Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Nothing ever stays the same,
And I can't always be the one you blame.
I am human,
I am growing.
Older and older,
Over and over.
I base my life on mistakes,
And making them better.
I fix my wrongs,
I have few rights.
I am always changing,
I am always running.
I can't stop now,
Will you wait?
Posted at 10:57:05 pm by dinoxjo
Pushed into the dark,
Over and over again.
Slapped in face,
With sarcastic looks.
An annoyed voice,
Is this revenge?
Posted at 10:55:02 pm by dinoxjo
Posted at 10:01:35 pm by dinoxjo
The intricate scars mark her fragile wrists,
Like the lines of a tragic novel.
Each one will tell her story,
Time and time again.
Posted at 9:49:03 pm by dinoxjo
As we walked and sat and followed signs, my mind raced. I could not wait, I was so excited, so excited, so excited.[Fastforward]. I hear the drums boom, I know it's them. I race to the stage, and there he is, in all his beauty. I scream I love you, over and over. Then he begins to sing and I scream my lungs out. My heart races, my knees buckle, my eyes are glued, I slowly sway to the music, and I let the bass echo in my chest. Soon, a new song. It's my calling. I go. I have to. I fight my way through the crowds and I throw myself into the pit. Jump. Punch. Kick. Push. Jump. Elbows out, head in. Punch. Jump. Run. Push. Fight to the death. Scream your lungs out. Don't stop. Not for one second. Keep going. Faster. Harder. Longer. Again. Another song. Faster, louder, find the one's you're with, start again. More songs, and soon, my throat is raw, my head is spinning, I can barely stand. I know I'm not panicking. I am lightheaded. I grasp him for safety. I breathe in deep. I can't stop. I keep going. Over and over. Finally, it ends. My ears are ringing, my back is drenched, I'm soar all over, my lip is bleeding, my heart is pounding and my hair is everywhere. I somehow make it up the stairs, and for that whole set, the world had been forgotten. It was me, my elbows and the music.[Fast forward]. I finally make it to my bed, and I pull the covers over my head. This night, this amazing night. This insane night. Perhaps it sounds absurd, but it has redefined who I am, who I want to be and who I will be. Many times I have been inspired by this man, and once again, he has not failed me.
"This song is about being yourself."
- Craig Owens
A Letter From Janelle
by Chiodos
We make the sun shine, we make come on
Move with me. Move with me.
Move with me. Move with me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
To remember who you really are.
It's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present
whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own.
Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities
Move with me. Move with me.
Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing
Move with me. Move with me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
Don't you think I could tell that you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me. a fool out of me.
Such a paradox,
Isn't it, isn't it?
[x5]
Posted at 9:36:42 pm by dinoxjo
Saturday, April 19, 2008
See, I look back at when I was "happy" and I look at myself now, and it's like it's not the same person. Things I used to love, I look at now with disgust. People I used to spend every waking minute with, I can barely be around. It's like someone completely turned my life upside down, and every time I try to find someone to blame, I realize more and more how all of this, every last bit of it, is entirely my fault... and therefore, I must fix it, on my own. I look back and see ruin, but I also see all my missing pieces, or at least the one's I had before my downhill adventures. It's all a matter of getting off my ass and picking them up and putting them back together. But the question is, do I really want to put back together that person? Because, won't she just be a broken image of what once was? Will I be pawing at what is already gone? Should I just keep walking forward? I know if I do that, I will end up far worse off than I already am, but if I go back, I'll keep going back, and eventually I won't even know who I am at all. I can't live in the past, but I can't stay on this path.
Posted at 1:25:10 am by dinoxjo
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“The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.”
- Audrey Hepburn
“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”
- Albert Einstein
“Just because you get distracted by the silver lining, doesn't mean there's not still a huge dark cloud behind it.”
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