alex in wonderland
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where reason is negated lies widom
where wisdom is negated is truth
beyond truth lies only instinct, informed by intuition
beyond instinct is beyond words
and the deception of awareness-
the void before 'being' is perfect nothingness
a static state of flux
it is through the looking glass
the other side of this black hole wasteland/ this delusion
this terminal cancer...
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where reason is negated lies widom
where wisdom is negated is truth
beyond truth lies only instinct, informed by intuition
beyond instinct is beyond words
and the deception of awareness-
the void before 'being' is perfect nothingness
a static state of flux
it is through the looking glass
the other side of this black hole wasteland/ this delusion
this terminal cancer...
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one step closer to yesterday's dream for tommorow.
disdain:
back to you, sucka!
back to you, sucka!
disdain:
... and what about today's dream?
every moment is a lifetime.
every lifetime is a dream.
every lifetime is a dream.
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midori:
Hahaha. I ain't no cradle-robber.
stormy:
i used to have that exact lyric scrawled across the back of my hoodie
Get away from me
This isn't gonna be easy
But I don't need you
Believe me
You got a piece of me
But it's just a little piece of me
And I don't need anyone
And these days I feel like I'm fading away
Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio
Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?
I was...
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This isn't gonna be easy
But I don't need you
Believe me
You got a piece of me
But it's just a little piece of me
And I don't need anyone
And these days I feel like I'm fading away
Like sometimes when I hear myself on the radio
Have you seen me lately?
Have you seen me lately?
I was...
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doctashock:
Indie filmakker eh, we should definately talk sometime. I might be able to hook you up with a Steadicam for only a few hundred bucks.
xxanastasiaxx:
I love the way Adam Duritz writes. This one is my favorite.
Woke up to this morning
Staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you.
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of no where
North of nothing
Barely out of Tuesday
Seen seven hours of Wednesday
And I guess got regrets
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her waiting
There down by the sea
With a hat on,
With her eyes in there looking for me.
If you see me coming home turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
Wont you give me the distance
52 weeks later, your still the same
I'm standing in my basement
Making my arrangements
Waiting for the telephone
To ring
To ring
To ring
So I left for Minnesota
Where the weather is getting colder
People are changing
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her
Waiting there down by the sea
& how arrangements made there for welcoming me?
If you see me coming home turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
And for all this distance aint going to bring you to me
What's the point of all this patience
Its not your nature
You just keep what you need
And you got some pictures of me
Woke up Wendsday morning
Sometime Wednesday evening
Hoping for a piece of
Something easy to believe
We live out on the border
Of everything and nothing
Theres nothing but waking and dreaming
Barely out of tuesday
Theres no one to receive me
Nothing is changing
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Woke up to this morning
Staring at the ceiling
Hoping for deliverance
From the distances in you.
This room feels like an oven
Somewhere south of no where
North of nothing
Barely out of Tuesday
Seen seven hours of Wednesday
And I guess got regrets
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her waiting
There down by the sea
With a hat on,
With her eyes in there looking for me.
If you see me coming home turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
Wont you give me the distance
52 weeks later, your still the same
I'm standing in my basement
Making my arrangements
Waiting for the telephone
To ring
To ring
To ring
So I left for Minnesota
Where the weather is getting colder
People are changing
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you see her
Waiting there down by the sea
& how arrangements made there for welcoming me?
If you see me coming home turn me away
Everybody tries to go back somewhere someday
And for all this distance aint going to bring you to me
What's the point of all this patience
Its not your nature
You just keep what you need
And you got some pictures of me
Woke up Wendsday morning
Sometime Wednesday evening
Hoping for a piece of
Something easy to believe
We live out on the border
Of everything and nothing
Theres nothing but waking and dreaming
Barely out of tuesday
Theres no one to receive me
Nothing is changing
Maybe you could leave a light on
Leave a light on for me
Can you control it/did you decide it? Doesn't this mean the same thing?
It can be strong sometimes- powerful and wise, the flow of life. But it comes at such an enormous price. The petty, boldface lies and betrayal only serve as an undeniable reflection of how silly this all is- and any time you begin to feel something you've been longing for finally begin...
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It can be strong sometimes- powerful and wise, the flow of life. But it comes at such an enormous price. The petty, boldface lies and betrayal only serve as an undeniable reflection of how silly this all is- and any time you begin to feel something you've been longing for finally begin...
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raven:
haha. thanks for pointing out my mistake. i will go and change aphex twins to aphex twin. but i still think aphex twins sounds better somehow.
alexis:
Thanks for submitting to Alexis's "Most journal entries ever!" contest I have going on. I met Katie in LA, she's is crazy!
xoxo Alexis
xoxo Alexis
never say die
They say that the opposite of love isn't hate- it's indifference. I felt that early yesterday morning in a way which I never knew before- at least not to this extent. Sometimes when you think you've just been profound or done something special, the world can respond with even less acknowledgement than a yawn- indeed, a complete lack of any sense of giving any kind...
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asha:
oh, and if you put spaces after the commas between your fave bands it won't do that weird thing where they go behind your journal entry!
flux:
maybe in that picture. he actually looks like the hispanic guy from that 70's show, though.
ok, as per the official "Poetry Kicks Ass" club official poetry journal posting day, the previous five journal entries, all from today, are of five short poems of mine, so flip back and take a look (on the off chance there's any interest).
cheers,
alexander
cheers,
alexander
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roxy:
Hey -- first, thanks for your comment in my journal, it seriously made me smile 
And actually, I always read comments posted to my journal, and try very hard to respond to all of them.
You live in NYC? I was living near there, in NJ for about two months earlier this year, January and February. I love NYC.
Also, I went back and read your poetry, it's really good. I liked it a lot. I don't usually post my poetry here (or anywhere else for that matter), because, you know, I'm my hardest critic and I think it sucks
And actually, I always read comments posted to my journal, and try very hard to respond to all of them.
You live in NYC? I was living near there, in NJ for about two months earlier this year, January and February. I love NYC.
Also, I went back and read your poetry, it's really good. I liked it a lot. I don't usually post my poetry here (or anywhere else for that matter), because, you know, I'm my hardest critic and I think it sucks
cherry:
Thanks for all the compliments 
Cherry xox
Cherry xox
Truth In Degrees
every word ever spoken is a lie
every lie ever spoken is my name
celebration of horror-
delight of my mind
living is suffering
and i love it, i guess
something stands in the way of desires every time
making things to deny myself
having stolen all i treasure
longing and loss
it's a beautiful world
every word ever spoken is a lie
every lie ever spoken is my name
celebration of horror-
delight of my mind
living is suffering
and i love it, i guess
something stands in the way of desires every time
making things to deny myself
having stolen all i treasure
longing and loss
it's a beautiful world
sylphio:
Funny thing, truth and perception of the world
Pure
the strongest will surrender honor like a new devotion
the ones of greatest power seem to never strut but simply stroll
showmen seek support for strength, overselling their emotion
but a shaman's power comes from magic flowing from their soul
the strongest will surrender honor like a new devotion
the ones of greatest power seem to never strut but simply stroll
showmen seek support for strength, overselling their emotion
but a shaman's power comes from magic flowing from their soul
sylphio:
like it. perticularly the shamen bit,
I love reading your stuff!