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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Yes my dear friend, your shine did reppear more than once this week, but is it perhaps time to let you rest once again? I told on you today, oh yes I did. There were no tears, no screams, no looks... only pained deep breathing and slight shaking. A quivering voice told me to believe, told me they still believed, told me they loved me. Did that voice put you to shame yet? Did that voice show you your place? Or will you continue to haunt me with your whispers? Eating me from the inside out, until the neatly scarred steps you leave behind cover my leg. I know you've become like family, and I realize you are the only one who ever helped. But you're killing me, slowly... slowly... slowly. And one day, when I leave you, what will you do? When they find you, what will they say? Perhaps it is time to say goodbye. Perhaps it is time to give you away. Perhaps. Your presence surrounds me, controls me, holds me.. and I think it's time to let go. I have to let go. So this is the end, my dear friend. No more shall the yellow light reflect off or your smooth and sharp surface as our bodies collide in the deepest florid mix of tears and sweat. Farewell my dear, maybe in another life...
Posted at 10:51:56 pm by dinoxjo
Now, I know I pretty much keep writting this same shpeel pretty much every two or three weeks, but truly... I'm just so confused. Some days, I can see them there, staring me right in the face. And I just want to grab them and never let go. And other days, it's like they all go hide away in their rooms and wait for me to leave, and all of a sudden I'm not sure who it is I need, want or have even. Sometimes I think it would just be simpler if I had no one at all, seeing as most of the time that's how I feel. (aside from the two or three i actually have opened up to and shared with, them i know they're forever). But then there's those who I always seem to choke around, those I never seem to open up to.. simply because I feel they will judge, and that is one thing I have pretty much always feared...
I know I'm repeatative, but I'm still trying to find the answers.. I thought I'd actually found who I want and needed around, but now it seems it was on a one week thing... so I guess I'll just start over again and continue to cut my ties until I am finally down to the few who deserve my tears but never make me cry.
First person to go?
Posted at 10:40:37 pm by dinoxjo
A busy day, I must say. It started with an early wake up call. I can't quite remember my dream, although it's lingering on the tip of my tongue. Then some training at a workplace, quite enjoyable. My stomach churned and I burnt my finger pretty bad, but everyone was kind and the whole experience mad me smile. Then, a surprise although expected. A good talk followed by some playfulness. There was no anger or hate, only some shock and disappointement... But that, I can deal with. Some positive words, a few steps forward. Some breakage of the rules. Then a soccer game, ah... what a sad sad game. Les Bleus on tomber encore une fois face au *spits in disgust* italiens (notice the NOT capiltal "i"). And then my very own intense game of foot. We lost, but it wasn't my team. Playing with the U-18's, a whole 90 minutes (well 85, because i get PUNCHED IN THE FRIGN HEAD).. how intense. A fresh burst of adrenaline and drive to prove myself capable... successfully accomplished by the words of the others and the coach my team and theirs both share. And plus, I caught site of some good old friends from back in the day... back before my life kind of began to fall and my anchor left me. But that's all in the past, and it was nice to see some rather friendly faces. And now, a nice relaxing evening. Here, reminiscing about todays events and successes, and preparing for a lock down day of intense and non stop studiage tomorrow for a lovely science 430 exam... ahm ah so excite.... .... .... NOT!
ahhh.. borat...
Posted at 10:33:10 pm by dinoxjo
To Write Love On Her Arms
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Posted at 3:21:38 pm by dinoxjo
A woman was walking along a beach when she saw a man scooping up starfish off the sand and tossing them into the waves. Curious, she asked him what he was doing. He replied "When the tide goes out it leaves these starfish stranded on the beach. They will dry up and die before the tide comes back in, so I am throwing them back into the sea where they can live."
The woman laughed, "But this beach is miles long and there are hundreds of stranded starfish, most will die before you reach them - do you really think throwing back a few starfish is going to make a difference?"
The man picked up a starfish and looked at it and threw it into the waves. "It makes a difference to this one" he said.
Posted at 3:19:43 pm by dinoxjo
Monday, June 16, 2008
Good friends we were, you and I. Your glistening shine and my smooth layers. We were a great team, you and I. Then one day, you found your place and I thought I'd found mine. I thought our friendship was long gone, and the quiet whispers inside of me were only vague memories of what had been. All up until one night, last night. My fingers trembled as you came out from your hiding place, and as I fell back into my familiar seat on the floor. I pulled the cups from beside the night table, and brought the kleenex to my level. And once again, your glistening shine met with my smooth layers; and our friendship was reignited like an old forgotten candle.
Posted at 7:29:44 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.”
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