tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69601674178185354242024-01-29T16:14:50.863-08:00Most of Your Words"Collage Poetry": found text swiped, cut up, shuffled into place and repurposed.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-22331376787364200132023-10-19T19:21:00.002-07:002023-10-20T05:10:44.190-07:00random internet comment shuffle #1: "back like a rubber ball"<p><span style="color: #282829; font-size: 15px;">You mean like if </span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">I am one tough</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">pushing a broom </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">nut to crack?</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">back like</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">a rubber ball and prove</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">I could not take a licking</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">was this pussy</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">that </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">keep on ticking, and</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">I would be leading our</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">janitorial service.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">If someone</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">whole nation towards total</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">on my ass, I should bounce</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">failure and for a</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">knocks me</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: 15px;"><span face="-apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen-Sans, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #282829;"></span></span></p><p><span style="color: #282829;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">deserve to be</span></span></p>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-2913365728242352632022-12-14T12:36:00.003-08:002022-12-14T12:36:27.596-08:00of Canada.<p>of Canada. </p><p>aspen leaves <br />our sandy shores, their teeth <br />so beautiful <br /><br />to observe <br />nature in our area<br />so many deer live on <br />wear down</p><p>While camping, <br />Because since the sand also covers <br />our site at night. <br />We stopped and it <br />was at its finest <br /><br />the leaves <br />can no longer feed. and <br />Such a waste of a beautiful animal. <br />we found seven <br /><br />as we drove back to <br />cross the road in total awe<br />deer waiting to pass <br /><br />and we let them <br />of the sight.<br /><br />Deer eat vegetation, such as<br /><br />the road, </p>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-59921201870584619372022-01-12T11:37:00.003-08:002022-03-05T11:32:43.497-08:00interfere of meWhy can't I seem to let
go <br />of bad past experiences
<br />and now
<br /><br />I've become <br />to sound arrogant
<br />when really im
stopping <br />other people interfere of me
<br />trying to open up while being <br />a defensive
person?
Why <br />can't I seem to let
it go <br /><br />in my mind while it ruminatedogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-12936841946180641402013-07-23T00:22:00.001-07:002013-07-23T00:27:16.506-07:00And that should have been fine as well.I used to have a skinny girl <br />
roommate who was <br />
a bit of a broken winged bird <br />
<br />
who educated me <br />
a long time ago <br />
on how it all felt.<br />
<br />
We used to have Filet O'Fish <br />
eating contests, and she did <br />
about as well, or better she ate<br />
like a real person <br />
<br />
and never threw up <br />
afterwards. She was just <br />
<br />
a skinny person. <br />
<br />
And that should have been fine as well.<br />
<br />
______________________________________________<br />
<i><a href="http://forum.verysrs.com/viewtopic.php?p=1197028#p1197028">Attribution:<br />
http://forum.verysrs.com/viewtopic.php?p=1197028#p1197028</a></i>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-9808472815573914632011-03-25T16:27:00.001-07:002011-10-28T23:41:53.650-07:00THREE YOUNG GUYS,THREE YOUNG GUYS, <br />
obviously in over their heads, <br />
with hamburgers, french fries <br />
soda pops<br />
<br />
One of them flips the LOUD BOLT <br />
<br />
REVEAL Jules and Vincent in the hallway.<br />
<br />
JULES Hey kids.<br />
<br />
The two men stroll inside.<br />
<br />
The three young caught-off-guard Guys are:<br />
caught-off-guard<br />
<br />
MARVIN<br />
will back into the corner.<br />
<br />
ROGER<br />
"Flock of Seagulls"<br />
with a big sloppy hamburger <br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
A white, preppy-blow-dry <br />
<br />
VINCENT and JULES with their hands in their pockets. Jules <br />
does the talking. <br />
<br />
"How you boys doin'?"<br />
<br />
No answer.<br />
<br />
"Am I trippin', or"<br />
<br />
BRETT <br />
We're doin' okay.<br />
<br />
Vincent moves behind <br />
<br />
Brett shakes his head: "No."<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
I'm Brett.<br />
<br />
"I thought so. Well, you remember your business <br />
partner Marsellus Wallace, dont'ya Brett? The cornerstone <br />
of any smart motherfucker, that's right."<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
What?<br />
<br />
VINCENT<br />
No.<br />
<br />
Jules holds out the Big Kahuna. <br />
<br />
"'Cause my girlfriend's <br />
a vegetarian. Which more or less makes me <br />
what Marsellus Wallace looks like!"<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
What?<br />
<br />
JULES<br />
-- I don't remember askin' you a<br />
GODDAMN THING<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
I just want you to know how sorry we are about how <br />
fucked up<br />
Brett has just shit his pants. <br />
<br />
"Good for you. Looks like me and Vincent caught you like a bitch one more goddamn time!"<br />
<br />
Brett can't say a word. Jules has got style.<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
Look, what's your name? I got his<br />
fucked up things<br />
between us <br />
<br />
we only had --<br />
<br />
As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun <br />
Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD<br />
He's not crying or whimpering,<br />
<br />
Brett can't say a word.<br />
<br />
Brett still can't speak.<br />
<br />
Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over,<br />
removing<br />
the only barrier<br />
like a political prisoner<br />
<br />
JULES<br />
"What country you from!"<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
(petrified)<br />
the metric system?<br />
<br />
"Then you understand what I'm sayin'?"<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
is regressing on the spot.<br />
<br />
Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his eyes and SHOOT Brett SCREAMS,<br />
<br />
Yes!<br />
<br />
JULES<br />
Now describe to me what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese <br />
in France<br />
!<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
No.<br />
<br />
JULES<br />
There's a passage I got memorized,<br />
for this situation. Ezekiel 25:17 <br />
seems appropriate: "The path<br />
is beset by the inequities of evil.<br />
Blessed is he who, in the weak <br />
through the darkness, shepherds<br />
his brother's keeper and the finder<br />
of lost men on all sides. Now describe to me <br />
what Marsellus Wallace looks like!"<br />
<br />
Vince smiles to himself. Jules, who has yet to say a word, <br />
sits at the table <br />
grabs the cup and takes a sip. The two men <br />
<br />
EMPTY their guns at the same time <br />
on the sitting Brett.<br />
<br />
BRETT<br />
(petrified)<br />
What?<br />
<br />
When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass<br />
does his best.<br />
<br />
All is quiet. three times <br />
<br />
MARVIN<br />
...goddamn...goddamn...that was<br />
fucked up...goddamn, that was cold-<br />
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unfortunately,<br />
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<br />
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<br />
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<br />
I PROMISE!<br />
<br />
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for us <br />
<br />
we still have our passports <br />
we still have our passports with us<br />
<br />
We've been to the Embassy and <br />
the Police here <br />
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<br />
they're not responding to the issue <br />
effectively, they're not responding to the issue <br />
and our flight leaves in few hours <br />
<br />
we're having problems:<br />
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the hotel manager <br />
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<br />
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wire to me through western union<br />
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we are all freaked out<br />
i promise to pay back<br />
i promise to pay back as soon as we get<br />
<br />
back<br />
home<br />
<br />
unfortunately,<br />
but luckily for us <br />
My family and I came down here<br />
<br />
to London England<br />
<br />
we were mugged <br />
<br />
Thanks<br />
<br />
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<br />
This needs maybe a word of explanation. I needed to be jazzed up somehow. You just have to jump out at me, grabbing me, liking it, to get a more interesting result.<br />
<br />
For a while I'd put the whole thing back together and it just wasn't posting. So, anyway, possibly sometimes this wasn't in alphabetical order. It had took things apart and all the sentences out.<br />
<br />
Take a draft of this and mess with them. Post it. <br />
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It's.</i> <br />
<br />
<blockquote><span style="color: #999999;">________________________</span><br />
<i><span style="color: #999999;">guest poet</span><span style="color: black;"> </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07463582698950454116"><span style="color: blue;">Mel</span></a><span style="color: #999999;"> puts me through the collage mill</span></i></blockquote>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-3217471329679076812009-12-15T07:52:00.000-08:002011-01-28T14:27:20.465-08:00Me! Giving advice.Disregard what you thought you wanted<br />
have an open mind when you receive<br />
particular physical characteristics<br />
<br />
weed through the thousands of profiles <br />
they're probably actually creepy.<br />
<br />
it could save you some grief <br />
only to have the guy never call again.<br />
<br />
As a little background,<br />
I get really jazzed when I receive<br />
an email asking for my advice<br />
about online dating.<br />
<br />
Me! Giving advice.<br />
Generally it's spam but<br />
That means that someone out <br />
there actually cares<br />
and if I'm not mistaken,<br />
Here's what she said:<br />
<br />
"For me, I'm looking for <br />
some kind of advice<br />
if you're clicking with someone<br />
on the internet and real life<br />
you had good luck with finding <br />
the online dating world <br />
I know you're busy but<br />
<br />
?"<br />
<br />
Well, ask and ye shall receive<br />
<br />
here's a few pieces of advice <br />
to watch for, what to look for, <br />
how to know:<br />
<br />
between a certain age range?<br />
graduated from college?<br />
I don't know how much weight <br />
They could surprise you.<br />
don't ignore that feeling.<br />
<br />
just try to have an open mind when you<br />
keep reminding yourself that you want<br />
a really good time on a date, and like<br />
the idea that a woman has to sit at home <br />
and wait - my boyfriends MUST be intelligent<br />
<br />
For the love of God, you will inevitably meet assholes<br />
who thought that they'd rocked my world<br />
I can't tell you how many times<br />
I have met some really, really<br />
crazy stalker chick. Did it suck? <br />
<br />
Did you find it informative?<br />
<br />
Do you want me ?dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-44952671398403021022009-12-07T21:30:00.000-08:002009-12-07T21:30:35.777-08:00now I have to get throughI'm back at work after<br />
being generally disgusting<br />
now I have to get through<br />
and I'm miserable about it<br />
<br />
I'm fighting a cold <br />
I woke up with a stomach<br />
and Lord knows what else<br />
lost two hours of much needed<br />
something up off the floor<br />
then we forgot to look at it<br />
<br />
the aforementioned sickness<br />
had a major cough/sneeze<br />
like dealing with The Awful One<br />
standing up, sitting down,<br />
and now I have to get through<br />
now<br />
<br />
now the process<br />
and Lord knows what else<br />
a searing pain <br />
ripped through my back<br />
I'm coughing and sneezing<br />
like I'm 63 years old<br />
Pulled a muscle or something<br />
in the ass and completely <br />
lovely<br />
<br />
I don't want to be here<br />
and just dwell in that place<br />
walking, laying down cause me<br />
to take another look <br />
<br />
tonight<br />
<br />
I want to be<br />
tired and cranky and stuffy and<br />
nice and pretty and clean and<br />
at home<br />
<br />
Just don't read this<br />
<br />
... I'm complaining.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-42108997048576744922009-11-10T19:31:00.000-08:002009-11-10T21:02:28.347-08:00I suspect my subconscious isI spent the summer after college<br />working on the machine I described<br />I suspect my subconscious is <br />another meat tray machine.<br />the fun was just beginning.<br /><br />Those overhead lights would flash to alert <br />dried by HEAT on a conveyor belt <br />a 120 degree working environment?<br />everyone was busy with their own machines. <br /><br />excessive trauma again<br />blocking that memory out <br />there were no bags involved, you merely <br />can't recall the details--if there was,<br />put them in a box, <br />and stay ahead of the machine.<br /><br />The next experience I recall was<br />my subconscious protecting me <br />(in this case, me)<br /><br />I suspect my subconscious is <br />the machine I described yesterday. <br />if there was a counter system or not,<br />it was the size of Mt. Everest.<br /><br />The challenge, of course, was to keep<br />ahead of the machine. (Did I mention<br />this task seemed reasonable; it did <br /><br />After a few hours of this activity,<br />I was young and energetic<br /><br />The system wasn't perfect. Occasionally,<br />I was able to keep up <br />to wipe the sweat off my brow<br />with the unending tide<br />"Didn't you see the flashing lights? What the hell<br />-a piece of cake! For a while things<br />mixed with pride filled my body<br /><br />My attention had been focused totally<br />where prongs would grab them, move them upward<br />the machine doing the spitting at the other end<br />had to run to the ladies room and vomit.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-55482463035333914312009-09-23T21:30:00.000-07:002009-09-23T21:50:51.920-07:00surprised at how versatileEvery once in a while<br />reinventing my style <br />I start <br />very conflicted<br />at how versatile<br /><br />I start <br />start reinventing<br />I'm always surprised<br />so many different kinds of looks with what<br />I like and not try<br /><br />and not try to emulate<br />My style has been all over the place<br />I didn't plan it that way<br />I often pick clothes that make<br /><br />incorporate <br />all the things I'm about <br />into<br />a simple girl with daily<br />different sides to myself<br />with a big dose of cute<br />mall goth phase in middle school<br />daily jeans, japanese <br />no longer putting boundaries<br /><br />in fact kind of the opposite<br />it's going to be a process but<br />I want to rock a Gothic <br />retro<br />modern<br />futuristic<br />cutdogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-10029708601124797272009-09-20T20:46:00.000-07:002009-09-20T21:08:17.856-07:004 Things I LearnedIt’s a simple truth by screwing up. <br />There are few mistakes <br />Don’t shy away from<br />your biggest screw up ever<br /><br />To be human is on some level a quest <br />And no, this doesn’t mean guys who like beer, <br />can help answer this question for you<br />write deep soul searching material<br />this doesn’t mean you have to<br /><br />Call into question some “truth”<br />make some people angry, <br />please all the people all the time<br />or go out on a limb sometimes<br />instant electricity<br /><br />I mean it. Really. Don’t be afraid<br />to teach people something<br />keep them coming back for more<br />with a school lesson!<br />Life is<br />A well placed joke<br /><br />and Experience <br />is the namedogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-61297639162521783922009-09-05T14:00:00.000-07:002009-09-05T16:15:37.244-07:00About MeI watch a lot of movies. I like a lot of movies.<br />I'm a blissfully married, work-at-home<br />model because that comes with the territory <br />and it helps keep everyone happy. <br />I have a broad sense of style when it comes to<br />clear my head of all those crazy thoughts<br />I hope you enjoy reading this <br />I don't fuck around, meaning-<br />i am learning to live <br /><br />who loves fashion? <br />and likes to share?<br />who hates New Jersey summers? <br />I only surround myself with positive <br />I love, and also dance, harder than most<br />I'm a writer by birth, I am very friendly <br />and willing to do what it takes<br />but I'd prefer to write children's stories. <br /><br />i won't have a tattoo by the time<br />I lead a brand culture group <br />Aside from the practical, studious, adult <br />brillant minds I come across everyday <br />I can be so goofy and nerdy <br />i have a bet with my little brother<br />that's why I get the things I want in life.<br /><br />Me gusta la literatura, me llena y me <br />body, my words and my art. I am <br />a freelance<br />hot little advertising agency <br />in my apple scented corner of the house<br /><br />find a bit of inspiration yourself <br />use it as retail therapy<br /><br />Nice to meet youdogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-80735863917991848542009-08-21T21:05:00.001-07:002009-08-21T22:05:11.377-07:00What Is Usenet?If you have a good newsgroup idea, <br />ignore it at your peril. It is <br />not a democracy, however foolish <br />to jump into. Try to force <br />your will on people. <br />Property rights <br />being what they are, <br />who can tune you out<br />with the press of a key?<br /><br />Then read the "news.groups"<br />newsgroup, for a while at least.<br />It is embarrassing to speak <br />and it is futile to try,<br />as was observed above.<br /><br />If you are unhappy, <br />there is no higher authority <br />to find out how things work. <br />If you're too impatient to wait,<br />there is exactly one feature<br />- its decisions are almost always <br />carried out. The current guidelines<br />require any coercion. <br /><br />Or you might find external pressure <br />of your own from somewhere else.<br />With a minimal investment, they might <br />do something - if they feel like it, that is.<br />By the same token, if you don't like <br />a society you don't understand,<br />consider the process a sham <br />and a fraud, since there is no power.<br /><br />Chalk one up to experience.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-16876563063231301312009-08-13T14:29:00.001-07:002009-08-13T14:29:34.050-07:00"RE: The official"Should we not start from what we do know then?<br />
But the question on everyone's heads is: when<br />
Besides; the world is coming to an end <br />
a project for the banker dude, turn it in<br />
<br />
let's start with what we do know, and work from there. <br />
paint a bright and cheery smile upon your cranium<br />
he's going to just keep his mouth shut on this one<br />
and passionately make love to everyone<br />
<br />
Although I was referring to Jerome’s dome<br />
- And Bravo, he is not a she, but how do you know?<br />
your choice of vile words, so I feel that I shall<br />
Perseverance is the key to triumph now<br />
<br />
you, we, he and I all know damn well:<br />
I need an aspirin and a shotgun shell….dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-37762347853983313452009-06-27T13:15:00.001-07:002009-06-27T13:15:57.760-07:00Reading Up on Warning SignsA prior relationship exists between <br />
the central theme of the delusion,<br />
usually of a higher status, idealized <br />
romantic love, and control that comes <br />
from stalking and spiritual union -<br />
incompetent, resentful, and predatory.<br />
<br />
Unlike the intimacy seekers, the relationship <br />
has gone “sour” (Based on the Diagnostic <br />
Statistical Manual, 4th ed.), demanding to be <br />
the center of attention, and speaks in a manner <br />
overly impressionistic and lacking in detail.<br />
<br />
The offending individual perceives some mistreatment.<br />
Mistreatment is defined as "The object of affection."<br />
Males, seen most often in forensic samples, come <br />
into contact with the law. Females are seen most <br />
often as "the willful, malicious and repeated <br />
relationship, dating, and lover that another person <br />
is in love with." <br />
<br />
The victim is almost always obsessed in their love,<br />
similar to the erotomanic individuals. To rectify <br />
the schism, or to seek some type of retribution,<br />
a campaign is begun to make his/her existence<br />
a result of a relationship dissolution - this <br />
individual has a primary psychiatric diagnosis.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-30273309004990577972009-06-20T18:03:00.000-07:002009-06-29T20:45:04.268-07:00when perfection comesWhen I became a man,<br />I reasoned like a child. <br />I speak in the tongues of<br />my body to the flames<br /><br />I have a faith that can move<br />but I give all I possess<br />where there are tongues,<br />they will be stilled<br />when perfection comes<br /><br />when perfection comes<br />it does not boast, it is not proud <br /><br />when perfection comes<br />then we shall see face to face<br /><br />then I shall know fully, <br />even as I am fully known.<br />when perfection comes<br />when perfection comes<br /><br />when perfection comes<br />love, I gain nothing.<br />it will pass away <br />it never fails.<br /><br />I am only a resounding<br />gift to the poor imperfect. <br />Like a child, I thought<br />of angels, but have not <br />love<br /><br />when perfection comes<br />I am nothing.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-70703094650032209032009-06-10T23:23:00.000-07:002009-06-11T14:08:59.175-07:00then imperfection<i>instead of asking the lady out<br />
I'll admit I don't know what the hell<br />
Our thoughts (mind) are impossible <br />
without the body - my body has learned how<br />
<br />
my brain always wants to take a bus <br />
To do this, you have to act. When<br />
my body has learned how to filter <br />
the substance, by thinking of this woman, <br />
I am in fact wildly optimistic, ungrounded<br />
the reason why alcohol has learned how to<br />
believe we all have spirits, and our bodies<br />
Puking out my soul to ask her out somehow<br />
<br />
yeah, my soul wants to go to the beach.<br />
Who wants to go on a date, anyway? I've<br />
hardly ever speak to her and this leads me<br />
to witness the event and think of things to say<br />
To which I reply: This is the reason why <br />
my heart wants to shrivel up and die,<br />
our minds are a product of these laws<br />
and so are logical, mathematical, and rational<br />
our bodies are tools for their experience<br />
since my image of the spirit is based on the physical<br />
It's the guys job to ask her out somehow<br />
we all have spirits, and our bodies are tools<br />
<br />
I think about a certain someone often<br />
I think of slitting my throat. Above <br />
all love. All there is is love - by <br />
thinking of this woman, I am in fact<br />
telling myself that the woman I'm actually <br />
thinking of is trapped and has to witness <br />
the event? Does my inability to act <br />
interfere with you? Which leads me to believe,<br />
imperfection, then</i>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-11556262295138563592009-06-08T00:14:00.000-07:002009-06-08T09:55:11.142-07:00like clouds taking back the rain<i>i've been waiting. <br />waiting for the damn in my heart to break <br />until i was done <br />the dumb decisions i've made<br />i was hoping <br />once they started they wouldn't stop<br />crying out the last six months<br />for days<br /><br />but the words came <br />out of his mouth so fast <br />in that moment i wasn't prepared.<br />i watched him shake his head<br />from the corner of my eye<br />i shoved it all down deeper <br />and dried my eyes<br /><br />when the year's first rain falls<br />unfamiliar moisture<br />against my parched eyelids<br />let the monsoon have its way<br />but the tears stopped too soon <br />like clouds taking back the rain<br /><br />such a petty argument <br />could send me reeling in pain<br />for a moment i thought i could let it all go <br />i could sneak off to my bed <br />like a slap across the face <br />and he would be all the more confused <br />as to why<br />to make me feel silly<br />and dried my eyes<br /><br />when the year's first rain falls<br />unfamiliar moisture<br />against my parched eyelids<br />let the monsoon have its way<br />but the tears stopped too soon <br />like clouds taking back the rain<br /><br />and i was looking forward to<br />the tears streaming down my face<br />but they didn't come <br />the way i expected them to<br />the tears burned just as bad <br />all the rejection. and growth.<br />the surprises. and joy.<br />unjustified anger<br />but it wouldn't matter<br />let it all go<br />the tears didn't come<br />enough to make me imagine <br />the way the dry, cracked, desert earth feels<br /><br />when the year's first rain falls<br />unfamiliar moisture<br />against my parched eyelids<br />let the monsoon have its way<br />but the tears stopped too soon. <br />like clouds taking back the rain</i>dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-21023006481073368042009-05-22T20:40:00.000-07:002009-05-24T21:45:40.296-07:00~ Project ~I have been <br />
<br />
busy with this painting <br />
felt sick all day,<br />
since Friday of last week. <br />
I am giving this one away <br />
<br />
to a special art friend, <br />
as an art trade. She sent <br />
me her painting and I will try <br />
to complete by the end<br />
<br />
here on my art site<br />
I have been exploring the use <br />
with different Neutral colors<br />
like a sweet and sour grape<br />
of Juxtapose<br />
<br />
Hopefully it will be in the mail<br />
this week. And with my signature, stretched,<br />
primed, sketched,<br />
stapled, painted, and sealed <br />
with premium French<br />
to Canada soon. <br />
<br />
So this painting <br />
is still in process obviously,<br />
today was a bad day for me.<br />
<br />
But life is <br />
better<br />
stilldogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-79455512990181714962009-05-22T20:33:00.000-07:002009-05-23T11:13:54.209-07:00spare minutes, that might be usedkeen readers <br />will ruefully acknowledge that <br />time tends to eat <br />novels, poetry, newspapers, etc.<br /><br />...even as they erode<br />the spare minutes <br />to read,<br />words always stick in my mind<br /><br />I've come to think of <br />all of this wonderful stuff<br />Unforgettable literary heroines<br />novels that I read at an impressionable age<br />too preoccupied, too satiated,<br />ignored both phone and doorbell<br /><br />I was gorging myself on the un-put-downable<br />I've been feasting on novels <br />from Monday afternoon (when I bought the book<br />until I had completely consumed<br />time that would otherwise be devoted to<br />the world outside<br /><br />)<br /><br />the world outside of my book,<br />acquainting us with hitherto-unknown<br />experience described by theorists<br />just like my childish avid reader self,<br />would cease to exist<br /><br />and I would be in the <br />words and worlds<br />the person that I am<br />the story.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-91593211936810278562009-05-19T20:30:00.000-07:002009-05-19T20:33:15.244-07:00last school paperI have one paper left<br />
It is due in precisely <br />
23 hours and 13 minutes. <br />
and four finals left <br />
before I am DONE<br />
reminiscing<br />
<br />
last spring, <br />
featuring blue skies <br />
and gentle breezes<br />
all the tiny things <br />
you left behind.<br />
<br />
Ah me, another rainy <br />
temptation <br />
I'm so very close, <br />
but all I want<br />
so I gave in <br />
<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
<br />
It was lovely. <br />
The cloudy day <br />
and mood music<br />
Only the peaceful songs <br />
(also only <br />
the melancholy songs). <br />
<br />
When I want peace, <br />
this is what appears...<br />
something more upbeat, <br />
to simply pound<br />
<br />
about those vague memories <br />
three afternoons of work<br />
two physics homework assignments, <br />
I'm not sure why this is my <br />
favorite music, but it really is.<br />
<br />
Ah me, another rainy <br />
temptation <br />
I'm so very close, <br />
but all I want<br />
so I gave in <br />
<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
<br />
that come into my mind<br />
I vaguely remember <br />
one paper left<br />
two Philosophy classes <br />
and two Physics Classes<br />
<br />
and cool enough to be <br />
is sleep this afternoon <br />
it came with the room; <br />
for an hour or so.<br />
I had nothing to do with it--honest!<br />
don't help my lethargy <br />
<br />
I love the stories <br />
even if I don't turn on <br />
I find myself humming <br />
Today it was Tchaikovky's <br />
one of Yo-yo Ma's <br />
Though if you were to ask me, <br />
<br />
classical music is not <br />
for the life of me <br />
and honestly that goes for pop<br />
their voices or music <br />
are quite distinct<br />
<br />
Ah me, another rainy <br />
temptation <br />
I'm so very close, <br />
but all I want<br />
so I gave in <br />
<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
and let the music have its way.<br />
<br />
here I am rambling<br />
when I ought to be writing<br />
I care about American policy<br />
I can hardly express how little<br />
<br />
Since the energy crisis in '73<br />
the supplier is only as stable as<br />
human rights we have ignored<br />
and threats to national security<br />
<br />
my favorite--but with this music--<br />
and information about their songs<br />
it seems like you're just talking <br />
about a friend like Bing Crosby, <br />
for example, or the Beach Boys<br />
<br />
if only I could make that into <br />
politicalese and stick it <br />
in a memo.<br />
<br />
Humm, it's stopped raining. Isn't <br />
life ironic? Anyhow, I most definitely need <br />
to write that paper now.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-32238651344861029462009-05-18T21:49:00.000-07:002009-05-18T21:43:21.236-07:00We will no longerand he has strong opinions,<br />
no more pet names, <br />
movie nights,<br />
<br />
and he will never lie to you.<br />
runs to coffee bean<br />
saying goodnight,<br />
<br />
And he loves art, <br />
joke about swan flu, or do<br />
goodbye in the morning,<br />
<br />
he is free spirited,<br />
and I did the dishes <br />
and he did the cooking.<br />
<br />
He is a good, trustworthy,<br />
it just stops me in my tracks<br />
The idea seems so strange<br />
<br />
And I'm devastated<br />
like my heart isn't broken,<br />
he and I were one month shy<br />
<br />
to say the least,<br />
considerate and loving. <br />
We had a pretty good routine<br />
<br />
It was not what I expect<br />
because I respected him.<br />
all of his stuff out supposedly <br />
tomorrow.<br />
<br />
if I will survive this<br />
I'm not going to pretend<br />
I will be just fine<br />
<br />
I have to respect his wishes, <br />
And after that I will<br />
guess in some aspects<br />
<br />
no relationship is free<br />
to handle this gracefully<br />
to deal with the pain<br />
<br />
I got dumped yesterday.<br />
I am not sure I know how<br />
Good people hurt each other.dogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6960167417818535424.post-4176443489195501512009-05-13T21:58:00.000-07:002009-05-16T23:31:28.132-07:00it's easy to hit mesecrets make you sick. I think<br />
it's easy to see the cracks<br />
The lack of confidence, the way one eye<br />
glaring, all of it comes into focus<br />
there is no such thing as privacy<br />
<br />
I wonder how<br />
to reveal yourself in the process. <br />
there's always someone we're going to <br />
imagine it would be hard not to<br />
<br />
I was hit by two things; one, <br />
I go through stages of love <br />
on first acquaintance. Then, <br />
I adore those flaws the way I did<br />
what the big deal was. <br />
<br />
Unless it was you<br />
<br />
with your insights on the people <br />
and write the absolute brutal truth<br />
in the way of the simple or very naive.<br />
I like or dislike you or a combo of<br />
my first and last name by now.<br />
<br />
on the outside, I stay pretty wrapped up, so<br />
I love you once I like you, I can <br />
overlook both the good and bad<br />
Nine times out of ten, I am fascinated by <br />
all the good and little of the bad<br />
<br />
to write the whole truth when no one knows<br />
I've handed that over <br />
do it. It's easydogimohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01278980067086209626noreply@blogger.com2