[Your Favorite Stranger]'s diary

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Written about Wednesday 2005-06-15
Written: (7101 days ago)

"Keep your foot at the level of the couch!"
My mom, making a joke about the fleas (we have to get it bombed tomorrow, stupid cats), and a pun on "Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!".

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Written about Tuesday 2005-06-14
Written: (7103 days ago)

This is by [Ivan the punk king] i read it in his diary, and i had to put it here:

This is for Nikki [_xxxPirate cnt] cause things arnet always right in the world


December 4th -The Hero Dies In This One


As I leave here today, apartment 108
I'll always keep you in my heart.
Anderson is cold tonight,
The leaves are scattered on the ground.
I miss the seasons,
And the comfort of your smile.


Sometimes this all feels like a dream.
I'm waiting for someone to just wake me up,
From this life.


As I look out at these fairgrounds,
I remember how our family split apart.
I don't think I ever told you,
But I know you always did your best.
And the hard times,
They only made us stronger.


As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm suppose to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.


Do you ever feel like crying?
Do you ever feel like giving up?
I raise my hands up towards the sky,
I say this prayer for you tonight,
Because nothing is impossible.


As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm suppose to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.


(The hardest part isn't finding what we need to be, it's being content with who we are.)


Stay who you are.
You must go on.
Stay who you are. [x42]

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Written about Friday 2005-06-10
Written: (7106 days ago)

Your voice;
A little bit deeper
This time.
Your words hit
A little bit deeper
This time.
They stab
A little bit deeper
This time.
Into my heart,
A little bit deeper
This time.
My thoughts are
A little bit deeper
This time.
My hurt set
A little bit deeper
This time.
I sink
A little bit deeper
This time.
I cut
A little bit deeper
This time.
Puddles of blood;
A little bit deeper
This time.
I sleep
A little bit deeper
This time.


A Little Bit Deeper
J. K. Maxwell

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Written about Tuesday 2005-06-07
Written: (7109 days ago)

I woke up this morning,
Poked my head into the air
The air was fresh with summer
Saying it was finally here.
I hurried down to work
To quickly get it done
I really started sweating
In the burning summer sun.
I hauled some boards,
Pulled out some nails,
Got dirt all on my shirt,
Was thankful for the breeze's tails,
As they eased the sun's hot burn.
A bee's wings across my lips,
A rabbit's fur beneath my hand.
The singing of birds reaches my ears,
My eyes see the green of the land.
We smile, we laugh in the heat
Hearing the music, we dance.
Maybe it's summer that makes you so free,
And attentive to nature's romance.


Nature's Romance
J. K. Maxwell



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Written about Saturday 2005-06-04
Written: (7112 days ago)

3 Doors Down- Be Like That

He spends his nights in California,
Watching the stars on the big screen
Then he lies awake and he wonders,
Why can?t that be me
Cause in his life he is filled
With all these good intentions
He's left a lot of things
He'd rather not mention right now
But just before he says goodnight,
He looks up with a little smile at me,
And he says,
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
Now and dreams we run
She spends her days up in the north park,
Watching the people as they pass
And all she wants is just
A little piece of this dream,
Is that too much to ask
With a safe home, and a warm bed,
On a quiet little street
All she wants is just that something to
Hold onto, that's all she needs
Yeah!
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
I'm falling into this, dreams
We run away
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
Falling in
I feel I am falling in, to this again.

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Written about Friday 2005-06-03
Written: (7113 days ago)

Artist: Spill canvas
Song: The Tide
Album: Sunsets & Car Crashes

And there's three, count 'em three
Children playing on the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach

There's Veronica
She's biting her lip
As she watches the waves turn white at the tip
And there's Vada
Radiating with joy
And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy
And lastly there's Dade
His hair dances in the wind
And he's wondering what love is
And why it has to end

And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
His mother whispers quietly...
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard
And live for the moment now

And there's three, count 'em three
Children growing on the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach

There's Veronica
She's licking her lips
As she waits for her real, first passionate kiss
And there's Vada
Can't admit her jealousy
Of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty and how she's so pretty
Lastly there's Dade
Still sitting on the dock
Ponders his life, and he skips his rocks
And he wonders when his father will return
But he's not coming back

And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
His mother whispers quietly...
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard forget everything

And there's three, count 'em three
Children missing from the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach

But the sad thing
Is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen
Due to neglect from their mother
Who was bed ridden by her ex-lover, their father
She didn't even notice, or pay much attention
As the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean
Now all her advice, it seems useless

No, heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you touch her and you feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love's completely real, so forget anything that you've heard
And live for the moment now

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Written about Friday 2005-06-03
Written: (7114 days ago)

Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye

I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared

Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school

But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest

Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing

Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class

Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because

[chorus:]
We are, We are, the youth of the nation

Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel

Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself

She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces

Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better

Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool

He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide

It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then

You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat

[chorus]

Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain

That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind

I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know

There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists

[chorus]


song makes me cry, kinda

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Written about Friday 2005-06-03
Written: (7114 days ago)

"I look at you and know the world is beautiful"
"You'll never fly with someone else's wings"

they're so pretty, i just had to put them here for safe keeping until i feel like changing my housey. their not mine by the way.

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Written about Friday 2005-06-03
Written: (7114 days ago)

*Walks in wearing guys jean shorts and a huge white hoodie, hair put into a slept in looking braid**yawns and stretches* eh. there's not much to be said for my style. it's hopeless. oh well. i just feel like writing and i know this should be put to writing something usefull, but i'm tired and in no mood to write anything that makes a lot of sense, or that requires a lot of thinking to write. just letting the poor old thing relax for baby sitting tomorrow. i have to get up at bloody...sometime really early in the morning and baby sit. like i don't have better things to do with my friday mornings! (which i don't, really, but that's beside the point!) i will not be on the computer, until night at least, and i am going to be rather irritated if everyone that i want to talk to gets on while i can't be on. which is of course exactly what will happen. my fingers hurt where i cut myself on accident with a razor. (don't ask how) well i gotta go for now,
over and out till next time
J.

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Written about Wednesday 2005-06-01
Written: (7115 days ago)

ok get this: my bloody fingers got cut more taking the razor out of the shaver than my wrist did after i got it out. irony? i think so. ^-^ but funny irony. except that now my pointer finger hurts when i type and it's my main typing finger. (Can't type worth crap)

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Written about Wednesday 2005-06-01
Written: (7115 days ago)

Give me novacaine
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Written about Wednesday 2005-06-01
Written: (7116 days ago)

oh fudruckers. all i have to say. males are irritating especially, it seems, when they're my friends

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Written about Tuesday 2005-05-31
Written: (7116 days ago)

FOR ANNIE


by Edgar Allan Poe
(1849)



Thank Heaven! the crisis-
  The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
  Is over at last-
And the fever called "Living"
  Is conquered at last.
Sadly, I know
  I am shorn of my strength,
And no muscle I move
  As I lie at full length-
But no matter!-I feel
  I am better at length.

And I rest so composedly,
  Now, in my bed
That any beholder
  Might fancy me dead-
Might start at beholding me,
  Thinking me dead.

The moaning and groaning,
  The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
  With that horrible throbbing
At heart:- ah, that horrible,
  Horrible throbbing!

The sickness- the nausea-
  The pitiless pain-
Have ceased, with the fever
  That maddened my brain-
With the fever called "Living"
  That burned in my brain.

And oh! of all tortures
  That torture the worst
Has abated- the terrible
  Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river
  Of Passion accurst:-
I have drunk of a water
  That quenches all thirst:-

Of a water that flows,
  With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
  Feet under ground-
From a cavern not very far
  Down under ground.

And ah! let it never
  Be foolishly said
That my room it is gloomy
  And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
  In a different bed-
And, to sleep, you must slumber
  In just such a bed.

My tantalized spirit
  Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
  Regretting its roses-
Its old agitations
  Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
  Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
  About it, of pansies-
A rosemary odor,
  Commingled with pansies-
With rue and the beautiful
  Puritan pansies.

And so it lies happily,
  Bathing in many
A dream of the truth
  And the beauty of Annie-
Drowned in a bath
  Of the tresses of Annie.

She tenderly kissed me,
  She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
  To sleep on her breast-
Deeply to sleep
  From the heaven of her breast.

When the light was extinguished,
  She covered me warm,
And she prayed to the angels
  To keep me from harm-
To the queen of the angels
  To shield me from harm.

And I lie so composedly,
  Now, in my bed,
(Knowing her love)
  That you fancy me dead-
And I rest so contentedly,
  Now, in my bed,
(With her love at my breast)
  That you fancy me dead-
That you shudder to look at me,
  Thinking me dead.

But my heart it is brighter
  Than all of the many
Stars in the sky,
  For it sparkles with Annie-
It glows with the light
  Of the love of my Annie-
With the thought of the light
  Of the eyes of my Annie.


-- THE END --




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Someone told me that they would call me Annie, because they love the poem For Annie by Edgar Allen Poe. I never knew what to think of that until I looked for it online. Now, I think it's an honor.

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Written about Tuesday 2005-05-31
Written: (7116 days ago)

Benj, this is for you, Love:

You're my Lancelot,
My philosopher knight.
After we talk,
I know I'll be alright.
I can ask for help,
Or talk about my dreams.
You explain things out;
Straighten the crooked seams.
Not knowing exactly myself,
I tell you what's on my heart,
You know just what I'm saying,
And create with your art
A picture of the emotion,
The best by any man.
No maybe yours is better,
Showing as only God can;
Touching to the inner soul;
Showing me a world
Unseen by normal minds,
It's glories now unfurled
Before my bright, astonished eyes.
Only you could take me here,
Only you can make
This wonderful world appear.
When I'm with you, the stress has fled,
You calm the waters of my mind,
Bringing peace back inside my head.
You tell me all I want to find,
And then some more, to feed the fire,
You know I want to grow
More wise, more like you,
With the inner beauty that you show.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry if you think this is over the top, it's how I feel though. I tried to write more, tried to put all of what I feel, but I can't; words have yet again eluded me. You can't describe a heart song with words, but I have tried to capture some of this song for you. It's a poor attempt, and I'm sorry that it's not better.
~Jaime

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