Focus.es
Wednesday, 09 March 2011
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I learned everything across the board
Writing,
Reading,
‘rithmatic
And all the ologies in the world.
I stepped proud across that platform
With a smile that comes from knowing just how many muscles it takes to smile.
But in all the ologies there’s one of them that stumps me.
On the subject of happiness
You’re all that comes to mind.
Wednesday, 05 January 2011
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(contains angsty remarks and photos)
I'm back
and I'm feeling angsty-er than ever.
Which does not reflect a negativity; but rather my new-found desire to humor, challenge, and be challenged (both mentally and spiritually). My posts will reflect this, as will my comments.
If you're boring, please leave now.
I have 0 interest in drama, sad life experiences, and/or meaningless play-by-play dissertations on one's life. I realize that this excludes 90% of Xanga, but you other 10%?
Gems, the lot of you, GEMS! and I've missed you.
(I'm really not that narcissistic or condescending, but I'd like to make good use of my time actually learning from the fantastic people who have something fantastic to say...without your voices being choked out by all the *for lack of a better term* crap that's on here- you know?)
AND NOW! What have I been working on lately?
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~ fin ~
Sunday, 24 October 2010
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"Of Robots and Coffee (two of the things we love best)"
When the nightmares take over these thoughts of you
And they begin to control your mind.
When ‘sleep peacefully’ is a dream itself
In a hole where the light once shined.
When you’re not here and my shoulders are cold
For the lack of human touch.
When my very soul is a robot’s rebellion
In the morning’s cool still hush.
When all the Café Verona in the world
Fails to wake me up.
When I pray/hope/wish to never sleep again
On the dregs of an empty cup.
When I doubt what I knew and would have known
Beyond reason and/or time.
When my words scream out oh-so silently
For a respite beyond this rhyme.
When they whisper me Scrooge and spit in my face
And tear up my dreams for a joke.
When the dreams become nightmares become ghosts of the past-
Thiefs of the present and the future broke.
Friday, 27 August 2010
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Pics2
A poem written in Chinese- and translated/edited into English.
"The moment she saw me, I sank under blue waters
A sea-maid crossing the waves, to kiss me and pass on
Like fire touching water- like shining lights disappearing into a wild field.
I've left the dream for a long time, to find a place with dark sky-
Traveling between blank white and the darkness, just as traveling in your dream
After that, the whole universe is drunk like a lonely man.
Like the Angel’s softest song to me wrapped still in his arms- I lie quiet and breathe in the sound of an inhale- exhale- inhale-.
But with the beginning of each dawn, to still see the lonely and warm horizon
Is a new revelation- "From heaven with love.""
-written by Jin Cui RenJie, and translated by Jin Cui RenJie (and Cui MengYan).
the last view of home ^
Let's pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars...
Friday, 20 August 2010
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What would you attempt to do, if you were guaranteed not to fail?
What would you attempt to do, if you were guaranteed not to fail?
Base-jump off the Empire State Building.
What about you?
Thursday, 19 August 2010
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Pics! It did happen!
"In which Sunday comes after Monday"
The wind blows in from the east, today,
sweeping across my near-Pyrrhic mind.
Yet it still says something to stubbornly stay
and search for what we know I won't find-
Which is all memory and gray recollections
gathering bunched between the folds
Of all sorts of vaguely crazed neural reactions
"forever and ever to have and to hold."
There's something so brave in a 'Custer's Last Stand'
when the arrows fly thick through your skin.
But you- you're still standing on your own piece of land.
And you never had a heart to begin
with.
my class!!!
(I apologize for the quality of the photos- I haven't spent any time on these.)
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
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A not-so-stunning Come-back Entry
Warning: I write "your mom" as the go-to answer when I have none other to give. I don't REALLY mean that...since I imagine that some of you have very lovely moms.- I have come to realize that perhaps Chocolate has its uses after all.
- I am listening to your mom.
- I talk never in my sleep. I hope.
- My first real kiss I regret.
- I love photography, sunrises, sunsets, summer, babies, aaaand making this list as sickeningly average-teenage-girl as possible. Barf bags, anyone?
- I lost your mom.
- I hate it when people (i.e., 49-yr-old overweight men) wear speedos. 'Nuff said.
- Love is dead. No, really. There was this guy named Love, and he died.
- Somewhere, someone is thinking that perhaps, somewhere, someone is thinking of what they're thinking of. Congratulations, someone, you got your wish.
- The last time I cried was irrelevant. Not to mention I'm not a big crier.
- My cell phone gets dropped. Everyday.
- The moment I wake up should be outlawed.
- Babies are like little people, except they can't talk, and I have to change their diapers. Thank God I don't have to change little people's diapers
- Tonight, I will probably have more psychotically scary nightmares.
- Tomorrow I will work. As usual. Because I have found myself to be a work-a-holic.
- I really want to have a nap. And a house in Jamaica.
- I have come to realize that perhaps Chocolate has its uses after all.
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
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Rant about Emo Xangans!!!
I wish my grass was emo, so it would cut itself.
Yeah it's funny, but there's a legit point to be made here. Perhaps the world would be a better people if people stopped being such abject wusses.
Life is NOT so bad that you have to go moping around and cutting yourself and threatening suicide and falsely concerning people. We all know this. We all know that the only reason that you do this is for attention, but we're too nice to ever tell you. And so, yeah, you had some traumatic experiences, some hard times.
Welcome to the planet, space cadet.
Just thank God you're alive, and stop complaining!!! If it wasn't difficult, chances are (chances being 101% chance)...you're probably not alive! In which case you would have REAL problems. I don't care if you're legit about legit problems, but don't go exaggerating and acting like NO ONE has ever been there before.
So grow up. Please. And stop crowding my inbox with your emo crap.
Thursday, 10 June 2010
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Xanga Rant!!!!!!!!
Prompt from Celtic_Wandering.
Since you've not been blogging (bad girl!) you'll have to tell us all about how the aliens came and made you do awful things, keeping you away from the real world of blogging, How you got away from them and kicked their little behinds back to where they came from.
So what HAVE you been doing that's more important?
When this question was first asked, and was first applicable, I was busy with school. Last semester was a rather hectic one, and I needed a break.Frankly, Xanga had me all fed up.
Well, not Xanga itself- since I'm not sure it has those powers.
It was more the drama and the annoying leechy people that make up the majority of Xanga that had me all fed up.
This time around? The reasons are the same. Seriously people, grow up.
There's some of you that I dearly love,Frankly, nobody REALLY cares about all your troubles, unless you're part of a tight-knit group of people that consists of a mutual caring...ness. And even then, that's what protected posting is for. Chances are, if you're complaining about your life, and people really aren't commenting, then posting MORE and more, and more and more dramatically- while it MAY gain you some shock value attention for a bit- soon desensitizes us to your total crap-spouting-forth-ness.
and some that I like,
and a whooooooole lot more that I put up with.Is it just me, or have the words "Grow UP!!" died along with blueberry icecream and Elvis' mom?? If it weren't such a trollish thing to do, I'd just go around and tell people that.
But then again, I have no right to do so, because I need to grow up a lot too.Basically, you shouldn't take this personally- unless this is you, in which case I wish you would fall off the face of the earth.
Not really, but you get the gist.
/end (my very cruel and slightly lengthy) rant
Tuesday, 08 June 2010
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I've been Considering things beginning with the letter "M"
For the #37
is about
Cliff-jumps and Overcoming fears.
The sunshine sinks rapidly
beneath the horizon my dear.
For the #37
stops all
attempts at Normalcy and Breathing.
The sunshine slows- towards
where Insomnia's sleeping.
For the #37
is everything
Good and terribly Distant for now.
And the last sunshine's gone
in an ecstasied Shadow.
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- Name: Elizabeth
- Gender: Female
- Member Since: 10/7/2008
