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Name: Justin
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Selinsgrove
Birthday: 9/16/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: God is good.
I have awesome friends.
My girl amazes me all the time.
I write.
Expertise: Poetry (check out my other xanga strawserpoems) and being a Master and Commander at the SVM Arby's where the beef is great and the soda is free!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
5/24/2004
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| I have been creating a lot of comics latly. Granted, I have no artistic ability, but whoooooheeeee, if I did, they would be awesome! They amuse me, so whatever.
I have no idea where I am. What is going on??!!
Gday all
Justin
The heavens watched you fall and I think to the night I found a shooting star. | | |
| It was a crazy stressful last week, not just for me. I think things are worked out, more than enough to ease my troubled mind, although it may take a while for things to go back to normal, and maybe things will never be fully back to normal. I don't know, perhaps this is that is the consequence of such emotions and actions.... either way, right now, I am happy, and I refuse to be anything but...
It excites me... this girl knows me, and I mean better than I know myself. No one has ever come that close to me before... not even Farnsworth, even though we had 14 months... Erica has known me 8 months. Its refreshing, really.
Also, I have realized that Michael Carpenter is a much better friend than I have ever really imagined. He may have his asshole-ish side where I want to kill him, but when he is needed, he comes through the most. I love that kid and I am glad to be his friend.
Summer has begun. Our young-ins that are part of the Crew (Erica, Heather, Cassie) have been released from their prison (high school) for the better part of 3 months. As I forsee it, summer will be good. The HEAT is scorching, the pools are refreshing, and everything seems to be alright.
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have a great day everyone. Much Love!
Justin | | |
| The stars in the sky... God, its been so long since I actually looked up there. I looked up there last night. Bright, beautiful... It is rather sad though. The stars look so close together, but really they are millions of miles apart.
Gday all
Justin
Slowly, the loneliness engulfs him, and he falls into the horizon, whispering "I love you", and hoping she will hear. | | |
| I haven't written much of anything latley worth retellng... except for this. I despise how it came about, but I like it.
I don't swear a lot in my poetry, but I needed to in this one.
Slave
I loathe their very existence
For they are the origin of my love for pain.
When I do not hurt, I beg for it
And now that I have what I wish for and I can write,
I fall desperately to my knees…
(…not like this… please, God… not like this…)
DAMN you all to Hell!
Wicked vowels, burn in the torturous flames.
Vile consonants, smolder in the perpetual coals.
I hate all 26 of you for you are my torment.
I release my anguish with your symbols.
When will you release me?
I curse the day I learned to write.
I curse the day I found my pen.
I curse the minute I discovered my talent.
I have been a slave since that moment
A slave to create tear-stained blood-soaked masterpieces
And for the sake of what?
Immortality?
FUCK Immortality!
I want to be happy with what I have.
I want to no longer have a reason to write.
I don’t want to write.
A slave, though, has no voice nor a choice
So I pick up my pain and obey my master.
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Want to hear another story, Lenore? Its about you. That's right, think back. It was a different time and you were a different person, a super-duper girl. But you became very sick and then you were sick no more. You were never quite... um... the same. You heard that your loved ones were having a special gathering for you. The funeral. Your family no longer understood you. They seemed to not even know who you were. They avoided you. Remember? Yes, you remember. But memories stop... Like the rain. ---------------------Roman Dirge------------------ | | |
| I don't think my life has much meaning right now. I do very little for myself, my friends, my family, or Erica. I am just in this insane cycle. I stay up late (with Erica/friends/myself) I sleep into the afternoon, I get up and go to work/Erica/friends, worry about everything falling apart, stay up late, and then do it all over again. I feel useless.
I feel weak and weary about my whole life. I don't feel close to anyone right now... like I am far away from everyone on some distant planet. I don't have a life, not really, because nothing is being accomplished...
Have a good day, everyone.
Justin
www.xanga.com/JeaLouSpoet
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