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frost42_24
Member Since: 9/21/2006 8:21:26 PMLast Seen: 11/29/2007 8:01:50 AM
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Posted 1/2/2007 9:49:05 PM
must escape- the nothingness; fields for miles and governing eye of the family hopeful… need more- than corn-fed kisses promises made whispered in barns caging my possibilities determined… so I left for a really long time. I saw everything stretched out before me. I went many places and learned alot about myself. I caught up with a few of my dreams. I made friendships with many kinds of people and grew from every one. I moved around… a LOT. still, this incredible longing… only now to find that I miss the stillness and the comforts and the confrontations of the closeness and the loved ones in my quiet Midwest town the experience, and the process- a divine epiphany… this is progression my personal evolution in motion my journey has lead full circle and I am finally going home
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Posted 11/17/2006 7:19:58 PM
abandoned Posted by: frosty (192.168.128.---) Date: November 17, 2006 08:21PM baggy pants and a worn out coat shuffled in the street before me at the cross walk tonight stagger-stepped and cheap wine romanced looking alone in the world on a cold night and I wondered who he was before he was reduced to this and I prayed his coat would get him through the winter
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Posted 10/26/2006 6:04:23 PM
will I ever make it to Rome? is it skin you want? I love you like it holds my bones together and would give it all for just a whisper of your love was I ever realistic? or just skilled at making you wish that you wanted me as much as you said you did you glided in without hands and made the narrow landing through the one crack left that let someone in now my chest is just for pumping stale remorse and hardening every day you are not here I am tired of being the step stool on people's way to becoming their better selves for once I want the ribbons blue and wrapping up real love
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Posted 10/17/2006 7:50:38 PM
It's a gray sky damp fall day. It's chilly and lonely outside- just how I like it. This is my favorite time of the year. All the colors, all the melancholy that seems to come with this season for me- I don't know why, but I seem to feel more alive than usual during this time of year. Work? Pure hell. Family life? Stressful as usual. My general outlook on life despite those things? Increasingly more encouraged. Getting the feeling that something "big" and good is about to happen again. Every time I get this feeling, it always does end up happening. What? Not sure yet, but something is coming. Maybe I manifest the event because I "need" a change...and I subconsciously set the wheels in motion that lead to it coming to fruition. Does it really matter how or why? Something good is about to happen either way and I'm excited about it. Not knowing what it is yet is sorta fun too because of all the possibilities. Could be anything! Heading to NY this weekend for some much needed alone time and down time to regroup and let go of some of the built up stress. It's starting to impact me physically and that's just not cutting it at my age. I'm too young for this shit. So, a trip, doing what I want to do all weekend- as opposed to what everyone else wants me to do...ah. Hanging in the park and enjoying the fall colors, shopping in China town...chowing on some classic NY pizza and Jamaican Beef Patties...walking in the most phenominal city in the US and taking it all in- the sounds, the chaos of all that is going on...I look forward to getting lost in the crowd. Enough ramblings. I'd like to post a poem but I haven't written anything new. Maybe I will this weekend. I know nobody's holding their breath. heh. Anyway, that's about it. Take it easy.
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Posted 10/12/2006 7:52:13 PM
where the nights lay silent of sugared dreams and emptiness is your bed companion and even longing sleeps while you sit awake too tired to wonder why the ice is forming on windshields and hearts and morning is your enemy tired eyes form dark circles running around for hours in your mind only air from the open window brushes across the pillow that lies beside you and you fight to remember love in hopes you’ll taste passion on your lips again go to sleep, my friend and rest the world is full of you this is not your life this is just something you’re going through this is just something I’m going through…
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Posted 9/28/2006 8:50:26 PM
empty barreled and holstered on my hips you shoot me to the stars you put stars in my eyes...
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Posted 9/23/2006 12:14:26 AM
can't pull up my site. odd.
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Posted 9/23/2006 12:14:25 AM
can't pull up my site. odd.
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Posted 9/22/2006 9:31:52 PM
gray and blue I am hung up in the complete and total agony of indifference wishing to God it mattered enough to care more either way and still, I don't- God knows I have tried to muster up some level of decisiveness but am still stagnated instead by the fear of loss in both directions ______________________________ what it means to love you what it means to love you: you are a snow storm amidst the summer heat and it doesn't even matter that nothing makes sense caught in between reason and desiring something worthy of the distance, I fumble across you searching for a little bit more of myself without reservation memories are not enough to catch my breath one inhale- two exhales still, I take you in to in my lungs like steriod therapy to build their strength and long after it is over your remnants still settle at the bottom why would I want it any other way- you are addictive self sadistic and I fear you fear loss so much you won't take chances on yourself beautifully confused you draw me in like I am the last drag of the last smoke you will ever bring to your lips then hold me in avoiding the inevitable exhale... _______________________ Finally, a poem I wrote a couple years ago...to celebrate the season at hand. Losing It driving in my car taking life in bite-size to go pieces bone cold now for the next four months at least all of our falls raked away and stored safely in black drawstrings alongside the unsavored Thanksgiving scraps never more to be seen if only I could let go of their echo (the falls) thirty bark bare trees line the already frozen chuck holed street and I am shocked to see one insolent Maple bearing near full foliage defiance with bright yellow creeping through the frost I mean a full head of hair not receding one leaf to season's age how is that possible? I've driven by it every day for two weeks expecting to see the change but it remains unshaken today, I am not the tree I've faced the cold and weathered it with less grace losing parts of me that cannot rejuvenate in Spring lucky bastard, tree
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Posted 9/22/2006 9:26:42 PM
keep up with the fundamentals and eventually you will always find your way love freely have faith- in something anyway show grace and grant forgiveness... share your gifts with others give in to your greatest self and watch the world light up around you
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Posted 9/21/2006 9:02:36 PM
~expectations~ it is seldom as good as we anticipated as we sit on the edge banking on something amazing awaiting the ideal I’m not sour grapes but I’ve gotten enough doses of reality to temper the dreamer in me but there are moments… sweet elation- there are times when reality far exceeds expectation and as I think of you I remember such a time and I realize that sometimes our ideal is so far from what we thought
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Posted 9/21/2006 8:34:10 PM
Not sure if anyone will ever read this or not. Either way is cool. Nice to have a forum to share your voice with the world, without having to worry too much that someone might actually be listening. Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to kick back, put your feet up and get cozy. Come back any time. Life is full of possibilities and the thrill of the unknown is so great. let the day treat you well today.
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