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Depreciate reversed [Jan. 7th, 2006|10:26 pm]

You don’t know what’s good until you’ve distinguish the bad

You know what’s bad because you know better

You know its best because you have never experience such

You know what’s worst because you never went this far off

 

We criticize more than we compliment because it gives us something to do

Wouldn’t it be nice to receive compliments than being disapproved of?

            I don’t get it, its all reversed, reversed logic

Logic is controlled

On the other hand, with emotions and feelings, it’s unexplainable, we can’t predict. Emotions are unlimited.

 

Nothing can ever be the same; we are to hope for better days

Let’s keep it that way.

Although our feelings don’t rhyme, we still hope for better days. That way, we will find happiness…

 

Look back and appreciate.

 

                                                                         

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Shining In Gray Skies [Jul. 19th, 2005|05:55 pm]
[Current Music |One Step Closer - U2]

It’s wet and rainy again,

            I wonder how the skies feel

            It’s sad huh?

Well I bet it’s missing something.

            I wish I was the sky, so when I cry

            Everyone could hear me and see me.

And everyone would be happy, when I would stop crying.

            Then the sunshine would come up and brighten everything up.

The nice warm smiling sunny day could do so much, how powerful.

Everyone has their days in Mt. Misery, but out of misery we learn how to overcome them

            Turn it around, turn it upside down, and make it the opposite

Smile with that beautiful face of yours,

Cause you’ll jealous the skies with rainbows and butterflies all over

Smile always as a friend told me, even if you can’t,

            Make funny faces because it’ll clear up that frown

 

Know where you shine.

 

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Anger Management 101 [Jul. 13th, 2005|08:24 pm]

People of all sorts take anger in different ways

            Some punch their walls

            Some take it out on other people, on themselves

            Some run and hide

            Some stand alone, cry and confuse

My idealogy, take your anger out on pen and paper

Just picture, the amount of ink on that paper is the amount of anger, and you currently have. So until you have nothing else to say or you run out of ink. Just stop. Your anger is gone. So next time when you’re mad, bite your tongue, close the door, sit down and write.

 

Careful with writing, it can hurt people too. Keep it to yourself.

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Breaking the Noise [Jul. 8th, 2005|11:52 pm]

Can’t communicate

 

It started with empty words,

     It’s like we don’t know what we’re talking about

     Or even how to communicate.

Such stupid mouth says stupid things, I blame myself

Damn it, I wish I could

     Let me out, let spit it out

I’ll tell you my problems, just look at me

Why don’t you help me, reach out and lend a hand

I need a voice because I hope it’s not too late.

The silence is so loud; I can only hear myself cry inside

Is it ever so cold and difficult to interact?

What’s so distracting?

     Are we awfully contrasted in colours?

Like black and white

How about lets just work together slowly

And merge to be one colour

Instead of turning away, turn to me and listen

     To what three beautiful words I’ve got to say…

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(no subject) [Feb. 12th, 2005|02:24 pm]
where's the attention?
when there's no comprehension.
the knowledge to understand
people in our age
can we ingage to be on the same page?
for this we can seperate
ourselves from the biggest conflicts
either sooner or later we have to start to kick
kicking at each other
kicking so hard that we forget who was mother and father
father and mother always there to help us grow
but we're always below their breath
we always rebel and not listening... not giving enough attention
which really brings us back to comprehension
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(no subject) [Dec. 1st, 2004|05:31 pm]
[Current Mood | sad]
[Current Music |Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life]

He rains from his eyes,

A tear drop at a time…

He breathes heavily, as polluted by sorrow

His eye lids close, a river of tears, flows down

Wipes away the tears, the voice of silence can only be heard

Lead down, in sadness

Anger in his clinched teeth,

Anger in his tight fist

And sadness in his heart

He is, confused

He can’t find a cure for his pain.

The pain he thought he would never hold in him.

Feels like he has nothing, nothing at all

‘it’s all gone’

he knows he shouldn’t look back, but he does he remembers the happiness, then the sudden death to it

he walks it off, feeling, time will tick, it will heal.

But will always have the pain in him.

He believes no one can re-live his pain

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Happy Birthday Poem ~ For Rachel (Unique) [Aug. 23rd, 2004|11:17 am]
[Current Mood | content]
[Current Music |311 - Love Song]

Unique; when someone enters, this massive place.

Filled with love and danger, Caution and passion.

There are certain ways to get through and under.

Called skills, skills are practiced

          And never perfect.

There is no point in perfect

          So being perfect has no point.

That’s why we are unique.

 

Everyone is special

          Of skills and abilities.

Of course in their own way.

          Some are better, some are even better

and some far more even better

What does that compose?

          The excitement in life.

Our ups and our downs with frowns.

We’ve all been through it, correct?

But life is better off with upside down frowns.

So add a pound into that candy,

          And make it a sweet smile.

 

We’re all unique, so cherish being special.

          In that way.

Don’t let confidence and good esteem fall behind you.

Make sure it stays with you. So feel proud on this day.

And happy birthday, Rachel.

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Unfinished [Aug. 20th, 2004|11:11 am]
[Current Mood | crushed]
[Current Music |Tom Petty - Life is a Highway]

It began as a teenage girl in Mississauga was just sitting. Relaxed on her chair, Nothing to do, but to look into silence. For her, the silence was getting too loud. She had to step out of the dead. It was killing her in deed with boredom. Covered in her luke warm sweat, she realized it was too hot to just stay around. She had nothing to do, by this boiling time. She closed her melting eyes and rolled her head back. She feels the surrounding refreshment; it cooled her, from top to bottom. And felt relaxed. She sat there, in the pool, nothing to worry, nothing to worry. A cool breeze attacked her slim figure, sending her in a nice summer night feeling.

 

 

 

He has dark hair, and dark eyes which you could simply get lost in. He had everything he ever wanted, so why was he sitting at home slouching in front of his computer screen? He was searching for her, waiting for her. He craved for her. Because she was his princess and he would do anything for her. It was a beautiful day out, but his mind told him it was a windy day, a confusing day. He swam in his thoughts because he was overwhelmed with them; flooded. He didn't know what to do, so he sat lifelessly on his chair waiting for her. He practiced in his mind at least a million times what he would say to her so he wouldn’t' screw up.

 

 

 

Slowly, her left eye lid opened, followed by her right eye. She shook her head, to shake the dream off. Realizing it was a dream. Soaked in her own sweat, she knew she had to get out and quiver out of the summer heat. First with a cool sensational refreshment from her fridge. Not only bored, but ill. The lonely nights that she slept in, was too much. She felt that the world was against her, all against her. She wished it was all a dream, but pinched herself a few times, to figure it was all real, it was reality.

 

 

 - - - I didn't write the second paragraph, although it's reflected on me - - -

 

by Jason & Janey

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Motivation [Aug. 19th, 2004|10:54 am]
[Current Mood | accomplished]
[Current Music |Nickleback - Feeling Way Too Damn Good]

What is motivation?
Motivation is enthusiasm, a reason, behaviour.
Just like a person coach
Pushing you to your objectives.
It makes everything seem simple.
Realizing; “you can do it.”
Motivation comes from
Love, people, goals, pride, behaviour.
Motivation is only support,
You function it, you know what to do.
Other than motivation,
There’s confidence and esteem
Maintain that and you will succeed,
With great pride.
With motivation, there is nothing to loose
Why? Because you did all you can.
You know you were heading the right way anyways.

When you lose, you learn.
When you win, you pride.

Motivation, Enthusiasm, Confidence, Esteem.

“Motivation is not the same thing as enthusiasm.
When you have no enthusiasm,
When you are discouraged,
When things look bleakest,
And you still take action
Towards you goal
-- that is motivation.”

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Love Pollution [Aug. 16th, 2004|10:47 am]
[Current Mood | loved]
[Current Music |Maroon 5 - She will be loved]

Love pollutes the air as to "there is love in the air."
When we fall, we fall so fast.
The gas that fuels our love
is confidence and passion.
The passion that makes us want more
then we become addicated and soon, hooked on.
Love isn`t just one thing,
it`s also responsibility.
First you take care of yourself,
then "yourself" becomes "yourself and someone".
Use love responsibly, don`t take advantage.
Because it is something you don`twant.
Because you don`t want the pollution to be cleared up around you.
With great powers, like love,
takes great responsibility.
Love and be loved. That`s the pollution of love.

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Dreamer'z Dream [Aug. 12th, 2004|09:36 am]
[Current Mood | happy]
[Current Music |Uncle Kracker - Follow Me]

What are dreams?
The dreams that are only dreamt at night.
Are we to believe in the dreamer`s dream?
Are we to be effected by?
What do they mean? Do they have Reasons?
Somesay, it represents our constant thoughts
Somesay, it trails us to our fate
Somesay, dreams are just a dream
Somesay, its beyond what we only see

I dream, I have beautiful dreams and the opposites.
They are referred as `nightmares`
What are you to do with mares?
Do they need such care?
It`s a message or a scare.

I dream, I have beautiful dreams
Filled with new toys and candy
The most sweet things will break you a smile.
And it smiles in your heart. Long as a mile.

What are dreams?
Its for you to treasure. In your memories.

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