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Name: JP
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Pottstown
Birthday: 9/25/1983
Gender: Male
Expertise: I have no expertise... but my life is full... Grace is promiscuous, but it sleeps regularly upon my weary heart... so, I live this life day to day- and though I am no expert, I have found uncommon strength to face each moment.
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AIM:  PtownQuay1
Yahoo:  PtownQuay2
Member Since:
12/22/2003
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| Mourning something- like the end of an era...
and it's hard not to close off to it completely-
to forsake all the sweet, because the bittersweet
is just too bitter.
It is no one's fault I believed so much in people,
when people are so inclined to let you down.
and while I keep wanting to see the great oak
in every little seed
I'm starting to see
how it is: we all die alone.
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| ummm... I haven't posted much on here lately...
been busy and what-not.
But I still post on my myspace, so check that out if you are interested
http://myspace.com/apartment_9
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| There's still a lump of bitterness I hardly knew was there
till speaking to an awaiting mind with an influential blank stare.
And these are truths that were my life
that stripped me and left me bare
to a world of people with a world of hate
and no ones seems to care
about the other guy, or that one, or who him from over there.
Conference this weekend, everyone get ready
Got to keep your life straight, keep it all steady
when really you just keep dancing the same old dance
partnered up against the others you never gave a chance
And really I have no desire to be a part of who you are
because I was there and did that, and it just left a scar
this is who they call the people of love and peace
Screw that shit, propaganda meant to tease
confuse and draw and bring them in to the mass of heaving meat
unconcious and waltzing to the same old sounds of what was once a beautiful beat
So, yeah I still believe
and yeah I still wish it were true
but I hate the fact that with every loved word I have to remember you. | | |
| I think maybe I'm just lazy...
I have no desire to do anything this week
No motivation at all.
And I really need to be motivated- it's important I keep my grades up, especially when I'm changing my major and I'm just newly in this one- and I feel like I'm starting over and have to get it right.
What is getting it right?
There are so many avenues life can take... and I'm always so ready to grab hold
and contort and control the flow
Make things happen
Make them work
Make, do, fight
And really, when I stop worrying and just live
When I remember the things that are important
That's when I'm happy.
When I'm singing a hymn to myself while just taking a walk,
When I have my arms around the boy I care so much about,
When I get a postcard from someone I haven't seen in months,
When someone yells "hey" from across the field,
When your wearing a kilt and it was partly your family's idea.
I don't need it to make sense.
I don't need it to work.
I don't have to do it right.
I only have to open my eyes to what's already around me
And not care so much about the things falling at my sides... | | |
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