Dino Jo

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Another

day,
another waste,
another waste,
another waste...

Posted at 11:06:34 pm by dinoxjo
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No words, nothing.

I want to be reminded of a simpler time,
when you were nothing more than a dream,
and I was no less than an infinite dreamer.

Posted at 9:20:50 pm by dinoxjo
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Friday, May 16, 2008

The Maps.

So a day, today, will come to an end for me,
And I will crawl into bed, with his sweater,
And I will lay on my side, with her book,
And I will press play, on my CD,
And I will let today go, where it should be.

Posted at 11:16:49 pm by dinoxjo
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A Poem.

From: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
By: Stephen Chbosky

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

Posted at 11:07:10 pm by dinoxjo
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Street Corners & Hooker Boots.

Sitting at the corner, I watched the cars passing, secretly wishing one would lose control and run me over. We sat, and I rambled, and you listened, and I paused, and you looked, and I rambled, and you listened, and I stopped, and I let my eyes fill, and you spoke, and I let my heart slow, and you spoke some more, and I let my heart slow some more, and you stopped, and I let it all sink in, and you looked, and I sighed, and we both sat, in silence, and let the winds blow, and the cars pass, as I secretly hoped one would lose control and run me over. And we then stood, and I sighed some more, and you said not to worry, and you smiled, and I smiled, and we said goodbye, and I walked away, and I didn't look back, because I never look back, and I kept going, and I let my feet take me, I let them carry me to the park. And I let my heart beat fast, and I let my stomach do flips, and I let my head swirl, and I let my feelings get the best of me, and I walked, and I walked, and I thought, and I let my hands hang at my sides, and I let my feet do the logic, and I let my brain wander, and I moved, like liquid, across the streets, and through the trees. I walked back to where we sat, and I let my head fill, and my eyes swell, and I tried to remember your words, I tried to remember your voice, and I let out a whimper, and I wiped my eyes, and I walked home, and I watched the cars pass, and I hoped, one last desperate time, that one would lose control and run me over.

Posted at 9:58:12 pm by dinoxjo
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A Change In Scenery.

I heard my name, I slowly turned my head, figuring it was one of the same favors you were asking. And with your hands you signaled, you and I, I and you, you and I, talk. Talk. Talk. And the simple gestures, they warmed my heart. A smile spread across my face, and my eyes squinted up as they do when I smile without control. You continued with your gestures, for extra kicks, and I laughed and nodded. On a day like today, a simple acknowledgement from an old friend was all I truly needed.
And now the simple words, you never spoke before, written so clearly, so plainly, so sincerely right there, they jumpstarted my heart, for all the right reasons. There is nothing more than care and friendship here, and for once I want no more than that. A true friend. One like you, you who has no one. A true friend, a true friend, a true person.

Posted at 9:54:35 pm 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.”
- Drums, Girls and Dangerous Pie

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