tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24720252291017078382024-03-13T03:53:19.400-07:00the kinnian effectjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-73076806522917433812009-11-06T10:48:00.000-08:002009-11-06T10:51:51.539-08:00umm....still no titlethe light <br />so bright<br />so painful<br />only when <br />staring <br />everything <br />gets hazy <br />and white <br />only then <br />i see<br />you<br />though not clearly<br />again<br />and i'm never sure<br />if it's me <br />or if it's youjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-75702359751230108332009-11-05T11:06:00.000-08:002009-11-05T11:22:42.693-08:00dammit IB !if i'm such a downer, people wont come to either of my blogs.<br />i do want to post this on the other one.<br />maybe one day i will. <br /><br /><br />anyway... <br /><br />*************************<br /><br />i remember when we were much better.<br />i remember when i actually felt bad for other people.<br />i remember when i couldnt understand why people - so many people - couldnt make it work.<br />i remember thinking that if the worst was as bad as it was going to get, we were in good shape.<br />i remember always being afraid of jinxing us.<br />i remember thinking of tight circles.<br />i remember calm. <br />i remember thick and thin. and how it never seemed to matter. <br />i remember not caring about so much for so long. <br />i remember defying gravity. effortlessly.justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-10427533797290836712009-11-04T07:17:00.001-08:002009-11-04T07:17:44.444-08:00stoneIt used to be <br />Crystal prisms<br />Fading <br />Into the shady colors <br />Of night<br />Of forgotten<br />A rock <br />Pounding <br />Dulling <br />The sharp edges<br />Of the past <br />Now <br />The hazy face <br />Comes into focus <br />Now it is a stone <br />That hones the edge<br />To a fine instrument<br />A razor-sharp scalpel <br />Dissecting my life <br />While I still <br />Breathe <br />And bleed<br />And remember <br />Profuselyjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-7919016680787612732009-11-02T19:32:00.000-08:002009-11-02T19:33:06.692-08:00i cant do titles. they stress me out.And when you say <br />That <br />I didn’t <br />Have it <br />To do it <br />Maybe you’re right <br />But it only serves me <br />Notice <br />That I wasted <br />And should not <br />Any more <br />So you won <br />Yours <br />But a piece <br />No longer <br />Yoursjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-29876782425352101822009-10-29T13:00:00.000-07:002009-10-29T13:04:36.824-07:00yeah, another one without a titleyou say <br />now <br />gone <br />entirely <br />only<br />stark <br />colors<br />lines <br />drawn <br />again <br />now <br />you tell me <br />from there <br />perhaps <br />it wears <br />on you <br />stale<br />of yesterday <br />this is the sad clown<br />you cant see eyes in the darkjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-52720999230880395462009-10-26T20:03:00.000-07:002009-10-26T20:06:08.642-07:00the firsthe ate the fruit <br />that is how the end began<br />in the beginning <br />and having <br />a spirit like his <br />it was not a punishment<br />it was a quiet statement<br />of self <br />of lack <br />of despair <br /><br /><br /><br />thank you all for reading.justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-70970647322562304032009-10-25T14:16:00.000-07:002009-10-25T17:18:41.719-07:00you want a title too?!when everything looks two dimensional<br />flat <br />to teeter <br />and fall <br />with a gust of wind <br />raising dust <br />revealing a cloudy horizon<br /><br />but here<br />it is sunny <br />so why worry <br /><br />but the abiding fear <br />consuming <br />even here <br />in the sunshine <br />i think of poisonjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-25445646643591234632009-09-24T10:15:00.000-07:002009-09-24T10:18:10.903-07:00another one. dont have a title.and now<br />people<br />an angry swarm of bees<br />a foul stench<br />the taste of decay<br />some rotting corpse<br />something i once took in<br />and i <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> know<br />what it is<br />or how to rid myself of it<br />i can only guess<br />and that is the most<br />dangerous gamejustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-56939715183185727972009-09-22T15:29:00.000-07:002009-09-22T15:33:11.371-07:00onceonce, we were reluctant lovers<br />correction<br />i was reluctant<br />more precisely, hesitant<br />you gave freely<br />and then we left<br />and now i revisit<br />my decision<br />or lack of decision<br />and know<br />i know<br />that it should have been<br />very differentjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-36557095981407282812008-12-22T20:10:00.000-08:002008-12-22T20:12:27.155-08:00a voice...i'm kind of starting to think asbout losing fatith here<br />but i'll put it off for a little while<br /><br />*******************<br /><br />A voice<br />Coming out of the black<br />Knowing eyes<br />And finally<br />An answer.<br />Not the one expected<br />But an answer<br />Nonetheless<br />And its enough<br /><br />**********************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-7316533737783068892008-12-21T07:50:00.000-08:002008-12-21T07:51:52.840-08:00you were my teacher...*****************************<br /><br />You were my teacher<br />I have not seen you for a long while<br />Suddenly you look old<br />And I have begun to doubt the truths<br />Are they any less timeless because you have succumbed to the grand design<br />Or can I pass them on<br />And become part of a beautiful infinity<br /><br />*******************************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-49924147828954529622008-12-20T19:03:00.000-08:002008-12-20T19:06:36.726-08:00these are the questions...These are the questions<br />In anger<br />And out<br />And in spite<br />And if this is a gift<br />And I believe it is<br />Then what can we say<br />When the light comes up again<br />And these are true words<br />And what I feel inside<br />And if this doesn’t do it<br />Make you happy<br />Is torn a thing<br />To hold<br />To have<br />Less expensive<br />Than some others<br />When new ?justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-18724964611576825332008-12-19T07:13:00.000-08:002008-12-21T08:10:01.402-08:00how are you nowhere...good morning<br />raining and cold round here...<br /><br />************************************<br /><br />How are you nowhere<br />This is not what we agreed upon<br />Not what we planned on<br />Then<br />And now<br />Whispering<br />Passing<br />No more<br /><br />*************************************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-72167698527341011152008-12-18T06:44:00.000-08:002008-12-18T06:50:58.112-08:00the liquid angelThe liquid angel<br />Cold glass<br />Warm liquid<br />Coursing through my veins<br />She envelops me<br />Carries me to the place I know so well<br />Cradling me in her comforting arms<br />Her warm embrace<br />Her tears<br />Like fire<br />My hell<br />Warming mejustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-69995783477520674382008-12-17T13:38:00.000-08:002008-12-17T13:40:00.090-08:00i have too many memories...another one thats been around for a while<br />dusted it off<br />and here it is.<br /><br /><br />******************************<br /><br />I have too many memories<br />So life hasn’t just begun<br />And I don’t have much hope<br />And dreams don’t beckon as they once did<br />So my prime must have passed<br />this then must be the end<br />And as such some things need to be said<br />There are pictures on the wall<br />Dried flowers in a vase<br />And books lying around everywhere<br />In all honesty,<br />I must say<br />That this is exactly how I thought it might look<br />I did not, however, anticipate it being so soon<br />No matter<br />The pages are torn and taped<br />The edges are frayed<br />Validation has much less worth to me in this sunset<br />I have come to learn<br />No, to understand<br />That love means acceptance<br />Not necessarily understanding<br />Although this is a pleasant effect<br />And I have more accepting<br />Less excepting<br />Less anticipation<br />And more presence<br />Perhaps less than a ripple in the sense of a collective<br />But at this juncture a rite of passage<br /><br />******************************************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-54129278160294993802008-12-16T06:37:00.000-08:002008-12-16T06:40:38.748-08:00what was it again...this one is a heavy one for me. its been around for a little while...<br /><br />***************************<br /><br />what was it again<br />that I was really agreeing to<br />please<br />don’t be concerned<br />I have no intentions of reneging<br />I only want to see<br />More clearly<br />The borders<br />Of my existence<br /><br />***************************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-78520447179544265332008-12-15T05:55:00.000-08:002008-12-15T05:56:46.767-08:00perhaps he was the last...Perhaps he was the last<br />Perhaps that is the answer to the question you once asked me<br />Is it heartbreaking ?<br />Yes.<br />Stunning ?<br />No.<br />And now you want me to help you understand<br />But I don't anymore<br />This is not of my own making<br />And time seems to be too short<br />To wonder<br />There is always something in there somewhere<br />And you helped me to find it<br />So this then is a thanks<br />No you aren't fooling yourself<br />And though I wish it now<br />You aren't losing yourself<br />And where do you want to go<br />With things being the way they seem<br />There is no space left for two<br />Only one<br />And that one is me<br />It was before you<br />and it has been since<br />I don't want to go anywhere<br />I want to stay with me<br />Keep an eye on me<br />In case I try to run awayjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-80350075281429124502008-12-14T12:27:00.000-08:002008-12-14T12:30:18.720-08:00and when i find you....and when i find you<br />will i find you?<br />the words <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> matter<br />any more<br />they sound the same<br />and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">embarrass</span> me<br />because<br />they mean something<br />so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">different</span><br />than the last time<br />i said these<br />same words<br />againjustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-83776421577844763012008-12-13T18:19:00.001-08:002008-12-13T18:24:49.165-08:00explaining kinnianmiss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kinnian</span> was the teacher in flowers for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">algernon</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>. maybe its just me. but i found her to be one of the the most heartbreaking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">characters</span> ever. come to think of it, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">i'm</span> pretty sure its just me. i thought i would one day write a book of poetry and call it "the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kinnian</span> effect" or something like that. as the years roll by, i have become a little less sure that i will ever write such a book. its not over till the fat lady sings i guess...<br />but there you have it. the name explained. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'm</span> not nearly so mysterious...<br />and for the record, i loved that book. flowers for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">algernon</span>. loved it. loved it. loved it.justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-42041578847639775312008-12-13T16:32:00.000-08:002008-12-13T16:52:40.167-08:00it doesnt have to be...some of my stuff is really short<br />like 5 or 6 lines<br />and though i love them, i feel like they're too short to have their own post.<br />i'm gonna put one up anyway and see how it goes.<br /><br />********************<br /><br /><br />It doesn’t have to be me<br />But it has to be someone<br />It doesn’t have to be here<br />but it has to be somewhere <br />It doesn’t have to be now<br />But it does have to bejustsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472025229101707838.post-5832716246777415702008-12-12T08:31:00.000-08:002008-12-12T08:45:40.889-08:00in the beginning....so this is it.<br />i need to do this. so i dont keep thinking about what might've been<br />i'm just gonna start and see where it goes.<br />hopefully i wont hear much in the way of crickets chirping...<br /><br />this is not anything i've written recently<br />i just want to get this started already<br />a little impatient. i know.<br /><br />without further ado, my first offerning....<br /><br /><br />**************************************<br />i remember<br />the way you looked in the morning<br />after a night<br />and now it will end<br />i am changing roles<br />tonight is the changing of the guard<br />i am done my shift<br />too early<br />but done nevertheless<br />its not working for me<br />these supposed reasons<br />excuses<br />for you<br />it is<br />for me<br />it is rather confusing<br />looking through a clear window<br />the separation not apparent<br />until i reach out to touch you<br />and feel cold glass<br />where once there was a warm embrace<br />little noises scare me<br />toward the end i was alone with you<br />i am alone<br />now<br />without you<br />given the choice<br />i would choose alone with you<br />because this alone<br />is no place to be<br />without you<br /><br />*********************************justsomethoughts...http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778254901832542234noreply@blogger.com7