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...........................Im so tired
I made the same post twice
I've got work tonight 10pm- 6:30am
Stainshane
I've got work tonight 10pm- 6:30am
Stainshane
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A real note for you
Time sets her ticking
While I spend my days thinking
Or fantasizing in vanilla pages of type
Little yellow stickey notes,
I feel things too much
And no matter how bundled and wrapped I wear my stockings and clothes,
I feel that coldness seeping through,
Its a coldness I enjoy though
Time keeps count so I don't have to.
While everyone around me wants to kill themselves, I find these things
odd but I don't let it distract me, and I don't let it bring me down.
Saying it, IS tdifferent than doing it and its the action I find
difficult to accomplish these days.
Echos screaming back and forth make a standing wave in my room
shattering my windows, tragic I know.
I spend my time now without a cost, and now im the one who wants to
scream.
Sometimes I just don't get it. But I don't mind being lost because nick
says being lost together is like finding your way home,
I think its different for me when im the only one who is lost
and it feels like a joke is being played when nobody wants to offer
guidance, fuck if I even ask, this is such a rambled piece of shit.
The more I try to collect my thoughts and form something real,
the less real I feel and the more I am told im insane. So now I just
think more, I didn't say I was right and I never said
Everything wouldn't repeat, actually I know it will repeat.
If Lil wayne is like a clock on the wall, then who are the
hands?
What is a little wayne hour? I don't fucking care and I don't know why
im writing about that stupid shit.
I guess I only like him because everyone else does, its so stupid,
memories maybe.
I want to help,
I can see you trying on different shirts and then stripping down
to your bra again.
Hair down, hair up,
Graduation gown
Tease me please me
A genius trapped in an idiots body perhaps,
I want to hear something familiar but everytime I do you skip through
songs, oh well, im just making notes like I like to do, but its not a
'to do' its just a list,
Because I can't list the ways, its crazy to me to be this close
to you and to have monster with me at night, it makes me happy.
And now you just flashed me your ass, hah you like it! I just like it
more, and as I was typing that I missed you putting your
jeans back on.
I feel like I just miss a lot of things,
But at the same time I feel my eyes opening,
Shit I should try so hard to let it be,
I don't know weather to accept it or reject it.
like this, im trying to open my eyes but something is closing them, or I
let it close and don't fight the blindness and condemned for not even
trying, so is trying not trying, trying?
I feel stupid among genius around stupid, and backwards to everything
but its not really just backwards, its fucked up,
Because if the problem were simply backwards I could learn right
ways reverse and vise versa,
I don't know the who, what, when, where and I don't care because that's
not even the point,
In comparison
I find things and places by which I know are odd to the reason for
knowing.
A reason for the wrong season and such is confusing if you knew why I
know,
But I don't know how,
This corporate bullshit,
Its something, that's for sure but nothing good im sure.
I sit in red waiting for copies and I want to sing my song but my voice
is lost,
Not like your sore throat
And not like chi tea.
My descriptions are far and it has gotten very cold outside.
Im humble to have found work,
Hardly easy and easily found under my nose,
I pass with flying colors.
Its the north, face but to the east,
Even smaller gloves will keep my fingers warm,
And another warm thing waits.
A warm embrace, makes me feel better,
Your embrace is the best,
With padwon near our feet.
Near my heart, a blue pendant
Now rests on your bookshelf,
Im my possession I remember to wear,
And I remember the reason and keep it close.
This needs to be revised
I need your guidance,
I need your patience, love and joy, not just a warm body, skin and bones
mean so much more now.
I feel you in my blood, like this redness, like the warmth you cover me
with,
Take my blood, take my own and rejoice in the likeness because you rub
off on me,
When I leave, I leave covered by you,
A fading memory and a strong aroma of our being one.
Stainshane
While I spend my days thinking
Or fantasizing in vanilla pages of type
Little yellow stickey notes,
I feel things too much
And no matter how bundled and wrapped I wear my stockings and clothes,
I feel that coldness seeping through,
Its a coldness I enjoy though
Time keeps count so I don't have to.
While everyone around me wants to kill themselves, I find these things
odd but I don't let it distract me, and I don't let it bring me down.
Saying it, IS tdifferent than doing it and its the action I find
difficult to accomplish these days.
Echos screaming back and forth make a standing wave in my room
shattering my windows, tragic I know.
I spend my time now without a cost, and now im the one who wants to
scream.
Sometimes I just don't get it. But I don't mind being lost because nick
says being lost together is like finding your way home,
I think its different for me when im the only one who is lost
and it feels like a joke is being played when nobody wants to offer
guidance, fuck if I even ask, this is such a rambled piece of shit.
The more I try to collect my thoughts and form something real,
the less real I feel and the more I am told im insane. So now I just
think more, I didn't say I was right and I never said
Everything wouldn't repeat, actually I know it will repeat.
If Lil wayne is like a clock on the wall, then who are the
hands?
What is a little wayne hour? I don't fucking care and I don't know why
im writing about that stupid shit.
I guess I only like him because everyone else does, its so stupid,
memories maybe.
I want to help,
I can see you trying on different shirts and then stripping down
to your bra again.
Hair down, hair up,
Graduation gown
Tease me please me
A genius trapped in an idiots body perhaps,
I want to hear something familiar but everytime I do you skip through
songs, oh well, im just making notes like I like to do, but its not a
'to do' its just a list,
Because I can't list the ways, its crazy to me to be this close
to you and to have monster with me at night, it makes me happy.
And now you just flashed me your ass, hah you like it! I just like it
more, and as I was typing that I missed you putting your
jeans back on.
I feel like I just miss a lot of things,
But at the same time I feel my eyes opening,
Shit I should try so hard to let it be,
I don't know weather to accept it or reject it.
like this, im trying to open my eyes but something is closing them, or I
let it close and don't fight the blindness and condemned for not even
trying, so is trying not trying, trying?
I feel stupid among genius around stupid, and backwards to everything
but its not really just backwards, its fucked up,
Because if the problem were simply backwards I could learn right
ways reverse and vise versa,
I don't know the who, what, when, where and I don't care because that's
not even the point,
In comparison
I find things and places by which I know are odd to the reason for
knowing.
A reason for the wrong season and such is confusing if you knew why I
know,
But I don't know how,
This corporate bullshit,
Its something, that's for sure but nothing good im sure.
I sit in red waiting for copies and I want to sing my song but my voice
is lost,
Not like your sore throat
And not like chi tea.
My descriptions are far and it has gotten very cold outside.
Im humble to have found work,
Hardly easy and easily found under my nose,
I pass with flying colors.
Its the north, face but to the east,
Even smaller gloves will keep my fingers warm,
And another warm thing waits.
A warm embrace, makes me feel better,
Your embrace is the best,
With padwon near our feet.
Near my heart, a blue pendant
Now rests on your bookshelf,
Im my possession I remember to wear,
And I remember the reason and keep it close.
This needs to be revised
I need your guidance,
I need your patience, love and joy, not just a warm body, skin and bones
mean so much more now.
I feel you in my blood, like this redness, like the warmth you cover me
with,
Take my blood, take my own and rejoice in the likeness because you rub
off on me,
When I leave, I leave covered by you,
A fading memory and a strong aroma of our being one.
Stainshane
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Friday, November 07, 2008
A note for you
I can't stop it
I don't even want to try
Its like getting closer puts me further away
And every morning I find myself
Reaching out to something that's not even there,
Who is the foolish one really?
My bad I said it wrong,
Need more time?
Fill in the blank and make a note of it.
I find those notes and don't remember writing them,
I feel its a game for the youth
And im getting too old to play
Joints rust and fall apart like battery acid
Eating through the centre of the earth,
Making my little words spin around in an meaningless circle,
Its better than burning out and crashing into a tree, keep stepping,
keep hiking, keep moving they say,
No they don't say a word because all the words are....
Are nothing,
I want to go away but I have nowhere to go,
I have a van but my fuel is running low.
Airplanes flying by
Blinking lights in the skyy
Dark in the night lights up a spark
Battery depletion and timestamps for everything,
Much like the lights in the sky,
But looking down to earth moving along a path.
Deeper into the nights and more and more notes
Falling like loose leaf resting on pillowcases and sheets,
Still all alone to wrestle memories into the light and remember where
they're from.
Hide my face in the pillow and remember to forget, remember where I've
been
And the places I see, oh and that coffee drenched map is no longer
anything of use, except maybe for toilet paper,
But my thoughts are too heavy like a turtle turned on its back open to
attack.
I find the rhyme in the reason and the pattern in life.
I swear im so close, but it holds me off waiting for my partner, my
cover. Wait! Whose got my back?
Where did you go for so long and when are you coming home?
So many questions, I don't need answers to
Like so many leaves that now cover the cold novemember ground,
And it feels so special to me because everything is new to me. Not
everything but anything. Anyways
I keep pacing back and forth to keep things lit, its sick not ill.
Standing in place
Running around
One or the other
Nobody cares because nobody knows.
Its a bold statement, cold and blunt,
Today is firday
Read this shit anyways
Anyway
I don't even want to try
Its like getting closer puts me further away
And every morning I find myself
Reaching out to something that's not even there,
Who is the foolish one really?
My bad I said it wrong,
Need more time?
Fill in the blank and make a note of it.
I find those notes and don't remember writing them,
I feel its a game for the youth
And im getting too old to play
Joints rust and fall apart like battery acid
Eating through the centre of the earth,
Making my little words spin around in an meaningless circle,
Its better than burning out and crashing into a tree, keep stepping,
keep hiking, keep moving they say,
No they don't say a word because all the words are....
Are nothing,
I want to go away but I have nowhere to go,
I have a van but my fuel is running low.
Airplanes flying by
Blinking lights in the skyy
Dark in the night lights up a spark
Battery depletion and timestamps for everything,
Much like the lights in the sky,
But looking down to earth moving along a path.
Deeper into the nights and more and more notes
Falling like loose leaf resting on pillowcases and sheets,
Still all alone to wrestle memories into the light and remember where
they're from.
Hide my face in the pillow and remember to forget, remember where I've
been
And the places I see, oh and that coffee drenched map is no longer
anything of use, except maybe for toilet paper,
But my thoughts are too heavy like a turtle turned on its back open to
attack.
I find the rhyme in the reason and the pattern in life.
I swear im so close, but it holds me off waiting for my partner, my
cover. Wait! Whose got my back?
Where did you go for so long and when are you coming home?
So many questions, I don't need answers to
Like so many leaves that now cover the cold novemember ground,
And it feels so special to me because everything is new to me. Not
everything but anything. Anyways
I keep pacing back and forth to keep things lit, its sick not ill.
Standing in place
Running around
One or the other
Nobody cares because nobody knows.
Its a bold statement, cold and blunt,
Today is firday
Read this shit anyways
Anyway
Stainshane
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
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