I need to get out more.
I need to write more.
I need....


Blissful Knowledgeyou are an echo of hope and a thousand innocent promises whisper, from the highest points, searching the skyBlissful Knowledge
wildly for a sign of you.
If only I could tell them where to find you.


For you, Mother mineIts raining for you, mother, its pouring down upon us all to wash away the pain. the flowers, mother they grow for you, pushing their faces closer to the sky. the earth is awakening to see you safe on your journey to this new place. mother, my dear friend I reflect upon the things you've done for me. oh, how I have grown, living only justFor you, Mother mine
to take care of you. to be better for you. It's raining for you, mother, streams of water rushing
past the windows quite parallel to these I hold inside. I'll be strong, for you, mo


I can barely breathethere is this wonderful man. a man with no discernible face. a man whose words make me feel like a princess. he is trapped within the confinesI can barely breathe
of a text message. and sometimes, he leaps out at me
with
a silver tongue and a golden mind. to take me, head over heels, away from thoughts of empty promises and even emptier years. toward thoughts of a life full of optimism.
I can barely breathe,
and I fall far too fast. my mind weakened by beautiful words and the thoughts of a perfect personality.
I&nb
Triple Path

always changes and never doesthe girl on the bus with her head down and filled up with notes and notationalways changes and never does
is inversely proportional to
the woman in the cab who does not think she is, and never will.


with pillow hills toomake this bed big make it so i can actually get lost in it not just figuratively not just in a dreamwith pillow hills too
make it so you follow me, so that you try and run after me, make it so you can only catch me if i want you to
and make it so when i tell myself to wake up, i do.
but first, make this bed big like a forest, like a skyscraper, like a sky scraper forest, like a forest full of skyscrapers, so that waking would be, just the same as dreaming, and i would not feel so bad when i'm missing out &
Thank you
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You said in your journal on August 17 that you were reading "Slaughterhouse 5". I wrote this poem [link] after reading about that very book on Wikipedia. You'll notice in the fourth stanza. Coincidence ahoy!
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
Hiya! Oh, uhh, yeah, suppose I don't actually know you at all really... but... yeah...
(This is Shellene, Laura's pal... in your lunch period this year.... (and I know that cause Laura only comes and sits with me whe you aren't there, haha))
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
Lou King
Since I cant seem to write, I've been trying photography again. Keeps my mind busy.
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
Meaning; meaning,
beauty; beauty,
art; art...
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"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
Lou King
True; true.
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quixotic and chaotic...
questioning and noncommittal...
all the things that you wish you could be.
Can I come over tomorrow?
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