tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70490601099828005022012-02-17T12:56:06.274-05:00Cherie Darlin'http://www.blogger.com/profile/03300738661212391823noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7049060109982800502.post-90777791181605616142010-01-15T02:29:00.002-05:002010-01-15T02:44:19.267-05:00

The snake is a river that flows through your veinsIntertwining vines we are, like the snakes you containFuzzy waves of electric behaviorHypnotic vibes sent too soon, collideLike the stoic tribes, under the moon, by the tideFloating on clouds, under the moon, by your sideParchments quilled with Indian inkMemories spilled for room to thinkA cup of Love for us to drinkFollow in sync and take my hand

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Part 1: Summoning WhalesStop and take a secondListen to the breathing of your body of his body of the trees of the whole wide world wrapped around your beingJust imagine yourself as part of it allLay down and sigh, nothing holding you backThe weight of your soul and nothing more{You know it's there when your heartbeat is pounding everywhere at once}Sigh softly and feel the Earth's Emanating 

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These are the days  on which we can look back onTo remember regret (never) ridicule and repeatFast so fast does time - our time -  fly bySoul searchingFriend keepingChaos filteringLove makingNo more fightingThis is our affair to remember Forever

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this chaos we live in we tell ourselves  to rid ourselves of the spiders in the corner go away go away ignore them instead   poor men on the corner  pissed drunk in the alley take that  turn down the upcoming road   become one of themmeet their standards   for standards they have none as long as you can tell a good joke  and have at least a couple teefs  youre in for a showthat one right there

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Follow your heart for about fifteen milesMerge onto the overpass towards home and keep going until you just can’tWhen the beat slows, stop at the red lightTake a left past what was once a full field of fresh golden flowersIf you look to your right, that’s where I got my first real kiss, back in the dayPassing on your left is where I had my first real fight, people stopped to stareAt this

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Yeah, I thought about jumping, a couple times actually, in fact one time I almost did. Sometimes I just like to sit out there on my car in the parking lot and I just look, I just look up at the building. I get tired of life sometimes, well, I mean, we must be tired of something.  There’s this thought that I have fairly often, it’s one of those that lasts for maybe a year, it goes away, then any

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February 9, '091. Feathers:      falling like leaves into the well, what had happened? There were no witnesses, but all we know is Mr. Birdman fell down the hole. Pushing on the walls as to stop them from caving in, it is seldom that one would survive this kind of incident.2. Poverty:      an old lady sitting on a shelf, watching time pass, gathering dust. Her belly is empty, her clothes are

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i amviewed as ano goodselfish freakwannabe homoi just wanna bewhat i amnot what thosenaivematerialistic do-gooderswanti am notjust anothersilly starving artistno more dreams for mefrom now oni am andi will

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[Partial credit is given to Rudy "Chico" A. for this piece. Without his amazing script, this monologue would not exist. So, I give a huge thanks to him!] I just knew it. I didn’t have a good feeling about today. I woke up fuckin’ exhausted… although… it was a good song to wake up to… Today just didn’t feel… (sigh) good. When my alarm went off, my two roommates woke up as well; one of them turned

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- List at least 3 things about yourself for each letter of the alphabet.- Add any comments in [brackets.]A: Anemic [-iron deficiency.] Assonance [-ass-on-ants - hah!] All [-in due time…]B: Beethoven [-Moonlight Sonata ♥] Bass [-guitar.] Boobs [-are awesome!]C: Chaos [-theory.] Cook [-ies!] Claustrophobic [-to tha maxxx.]D: Disaster [-ous.] Damned [Queen of ‘em.] Dustin O’Halloran [-is a God.]E:

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Something different."I asked the Beatles...People tend to hate me, cause I never smile...I'm a seeker, I'm a really desperate man."

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Trust me.It's all in your head.I trust you.It's always in my head.Trust me.I put it in your head.I trust you, It's always in my head.[repeat as much as necessary]

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[these are old.]1.I think I may just burst.I’ll bust open and share all my insides.You’d be able to see how I care.You can test it all out, see the malfunctions.Once I am spilled all over the place what are you going to do?Once it’s all laid out.I broke the rules.I broke them bad.But so did you.I’m thinking I may just burst.Wouldn’t that be nice?2.let's go commit a crime, reek havoc and cause

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It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was a good day, a snowy day, but none-the-less, a good day. But it ended with me laying fetal position, rocking on the cold, hard, wooden floor, holding my head, lip bleeding, heart racing, cheek burning, hair messy, and knuckles smashed and bruised. I was crying, screaming - angry - thinking, scared - most of all, scared. I was thinking about how this could

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All these Angels really want isTo lift you up and kick you outThey lie and cheatJust to get byThey bum from the richAnd steal from the poorAll these Angels wantIs to sell your soulTo keep the profitNever turning back

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The freeway sign read “San Diego, 89 miles”When the accident occurred. It wasn’t my accident, Nor was it my fault - But I still felt the need to apologize.Maybe because I could feel the shock.I wasn’t even close though -Going the opposite way.Or maybe part of me just wanted to be the hero?What a day.The freeway sign read “San  Diego, 53 miles”When the incident occurred.I know my car’s old,I

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"Regardless," she'd say, "I would still try.." And she'd know how much it pains me to say it, how hard it is for me to deny it, how much she knows it is that we both want it. And then she'd grit her teeth and try it again. Then I'd ask her "Do you trust yourself, Babydoll, can you test yourself?"  "But my boy, he knows me better than myself, and he'd let me go even less with a girl much like

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[Please send me ideas/prompts. I suck at writing right now :/ saddens me. A lot.]It's been awhile, I admit, I've been going in and out of this "inspired" phase. It's kicking my ass and that's no good!To add to this downtime -Ironically, I lost my train of thought from my last entry...Y'know. That one in which I was obsessed with thoughts and their processes...Major bummer.Oh, and there is still a

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So, I was thinking … about thoughts. What people think. What I think. What do I think?I know what I think. But others do not know; they cannot see the images I see, they cannot love the things I love…all the thoughts I think. All of ‘em....Oh the thoughts.These are the thoughts that are being thrown around the room.A discussion, a debate, a time to be honest - sharing secrets.She sounds like she

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Here I layStill and breathlessJust like alwaysStill I want some moreMirrors sidewaysWho cares what's behind?Just like alwaysStill your passengerThe chrome buttons, buckles on the leather surfacesThese and other lucky witnessesNow to calm meThis time won't you please...Drive faster!Roll the windows downThis cool night air is curiousLet the whole world look inWho cares who sees anything?I'm your 

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So there I was. Just there. Right there.I wasn't doing anything. I wasn't doing anything but just sitting there.I was doing what I should have been. I was doing my work.I was doing my work for school. I was doing my work for school and studying.Studying for tests. I really do not like studying for tests.But, there, where I was sitting, I was able to do what I needed to do. It was nice. It was

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