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    dotsJournal: The Boxerdots
    Mood: Sleepy

    "Still a man hears
    what he wants to hear
    and disregards the rest."
    -Simon & Garfunkel

    ...Created 2008-03-26 01:39:17

    dotsJournal: "Where Is She?"dots
    Mood: Confused

    By Peter Cherches

    Where is she, I wondered, when she wasn't there. If she's not here she could be anywhere. She could be anywhere and not alone.

    I began to imagine the worst. At every imagining I thought I had imagined the worst, then I imagined something even worse. It got to the point where my imaginings no longer included her. I realized that the worst did not encompass her. As my imaginings continued, as worst superseded worst, making the preceding worst only worse, I began to forget her. As worst got worse, I forgot her more. Things were getting pretty bad, and I had almost forgotten her completely, when she reappeared.

    ...Created 2008-03-20 21:59:57

    dotsJournal: dots
    Mood: Melancholy

    I'm glad all the pictures are

    ...Created 2008-02-15 12:58:14

    dotsJournal: Untitleddots
    Mood: Overwhelmed

    is the euphemism
    of all

    ...Created 2008-01-27 20:23:06

    dotsJournal: Pablo Neruda.dots
    Mood: Thinking...

    From: ‘Memorial de Isla Negra’

    And it was at that time... Poetry came
    to find me. Don’t know, don’t know from where,
    it leapt, winter or the river.
    Don’t know how or when
    no, not words, not
    voices, not silence,
    but I was called from the street,
    from the branches of the night,
    suddenly, from the others,
    in violent flames,
    or coming back alone,
    I, without a face,
    it touched me.

    I did not know how to say, my mouth
    no names,
    my eyes
    were blind,
    and something began in my soul,
    fever or lost wings,
    and I made it alone,
    that fire,
    and I wrote the first, vague line,
    vague, without a body, pure
    pure knowledge,
    of he who knows nothing,
    and suddenly saw
    the sky
    and open,
    pulsating spaces,
    perforated shadows,

    with fires, flowers, flights,
    the revolving night, the universe.
    And I the smallest thing,
    made drunk by the great void,
    in the image, likeness
    of mystery,
    felt myself pure part
    of abyss,
    turned with the starlight,
    my heart broken loose in the wind.

    ...Created 2008-01-20 21:03:35

    dotsJournal: Awesome.dots
    Mood: Angry

    I just typed an entire story and accidentally pressed the backspace button.

    I hate my life.

    ...Created 2007-07-15 02:31:17

    dotsJournal: Regina Spektor.dots
    Mood: Enlightened.

    Life inside the music box ain't easy
    The mallets hit
    The gears are always turning
    And everyone inside the mechanism
    Is yearning to get out
    And sing another melody completely
    So different from the one they're always singing
    I close my eyes and think that I have found me
    But then I feel mortality surround me
    I want to sing another melody
    So different from the one I always sing
    but when I do the dishes
    I run the water very very very hot
    And then I fill the sink to the top with bubbles of soap
    And then I set all the bottle caps I own afloat
    And it's the greatest voyage in the history of plastic
    And then I slip my hands in and start to make waves
    And then I dip my tongue in and take a taste
    It tastes like soap but it doesn't really taste like soap
    And then I lower in my whole mouth and take a gulp
    And start to feel mortality surround me
    I close my eyes and think that I have found me
    But life inside the music box ain't easy
    The mallets hit
    The gears are always turning
    And every one inside the mechanism
    Is yearning to get out
    And sing another melody completely
    Is yearning to get out
    Is yearning to get out
    Is yearning to get out

    ...Created 2007-07-01 04:15:31

    dotsJournal: blues.dots
    Mood: Stressed

    "I never loved nobody fully,
    always one foot on the ground.
    And by protecting my heart truly,
    I got lost in the sound."

    I wrote a poem.
    It is more useless thoughts than an actual poem.
    Somehow I am still proud of it.

    i don't really have -118 on my comment thing.
    i had -29 until someone spammed me.

    ...Created 2007-06-27 14:59:44

    dotsJournal: Terribly Tragicdots
    Mood: Frustrated

    I haven't written a damn poem for about a month.


    "They say they don't know when, but a day is gonna come...where there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It'll just be black. It'll just go back to the way it was before."
    -Conor Oberst

    ...Created 2007-06-01 21:38:42

    dotsJournal: Weekday blahs.dots
    Mood: Lumpy.

    Lately I lack any sort of motivation in any form.
    It's appalling.
    I am a big fat lazy lump and I hate it.

    ...Created 2007-05-22 21:46:24

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