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Monday, 06 July 2009

  • Noise

    Noise. There's so much noise here.
    So much is hitting my ears that I can't hear a thing
    My senses are overwhelmed
    A frenzy of commotion filling my head
    I need a break from the chaos
    A return to the sanity I've lost
    It's too crazy here
    It's so crazy in here
    Will someone rescue me?
    Please rescue me.

Saturday, 20 June 2009

Thursday, 18 June 2009

  • terror

    The fearsome creature roams through caves,
    Dead men's bones and stones to mark where they lay
    Were his only companions
    "Stay away from this beast, this object of terror," the people cry
    "We won't be responsible for what he does unchained
    (for he was too strong for the chains we put on him)."
    Little did they know John was chained by something heavier
    than the iron he ripped from his arms
    Fueled by constant adrenaline from a sinister source not his own, yet inside him
    Supernaturally strong, yet unable to live free,
    unable to silence the maniac voices taunting him, shouting in his brain.
    The mob branded John a source of terror, a lunatic to avoid
    When John was himself terrorized.

Saturday, 13 June 2009

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    We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things
    By Jason Mraz
    'i'm yours'
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    some seed fell among thorns

    Seed falls among thorns
    Suffocated by the worries of a crowded heart
    A mind racing through endless combinations and permutations of possibility
    Still, the seed struggles to break through ground depleted of nutrients
    By the most imposing weeds
    A root takes hold, shoots off in search of a single drop of water, the slightest hint of nitrogen
    And soon a new shoot will spring from the ground, in pursuit of the sun
    The thorns will not win
    Never say "impossible"...

Tuesday, 09 June 2009

  • the face on the milk carton

    i think there was a book published in the 1980s by the above title. based on a true story, it was about a teenager who recognized himself (or herself - i never actually read it, so i'm fuzzy on the details) on a missing persons ad.

    i just had a sort of weird experience. i was glancing at one of those junk mail-ish, coupon-ish papers we get in the mail. on the back was one of those 'have you seen me?' ads. and i swear, the picture caught me off guard. the kid in the picture reminded me so much of myself. or maybe of one of my younger cousins. of course, it wasn't me (this person was born in 1992). wasn't one of my cousins (whom i've known their entire lives). just an eerie doppleganger. how weird...

    but it makes me wonder... what would it be like to suddenly realize that everything you know and remember was a cleverly invented fiction? i guess this has already been explored by lots of writers (the matrix, anyone?). but still. what would that be like? could you continue to enjoy happy memories from your past? or would that be forever tainted? would it leave you questioning everything? in a situation like that, would it completely take you off guard, or would you have always known something wasn't right?

    just a random thought...

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