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June 22nd, 2006


green_minstrey
03:24 am - My Eeenglish poetry..
There are a lot of mistakes here, I'm sorry. You know, we are haven't such stuff like "a, an, the" Russian and Ukrainian... I'll try to became better.. :)


"Time of inspiration"

Would you want to listen story
Of my old regards?
Story, which will hide tomorrow
From the frozen hearts..

Blinding day was like reflection
Of another life,
In the time of inspiration
We will never dive…

Love had eyes of early summer
And the breath of sky,
Every step of her was wonder,
Beautiful desire,

She had opened world in colors
By her winged soul,
She was one of brightest flowers,
Though had sight of crow,

Northern wind still carries whisper
Of her voice to me,
Blinding day, where is your sister,
Spirit of the see?

In the fairy well of ages
Lie my lucky coin,
Years like spell of evil mages
Turned my heart to stone..

Every night, when darkness coming,
She appears to me,
In the falling leaves she smiling,
Standing under tree…
Current Mood: sleepysleepy
Current Music: Russian folk :)

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June 20th, 2006


emergingmuses
10:33 pm - Three Women- an original work
Woman
Asian
Picking, sorting, searching
For whatever she can
Bottling up her pride
For a quarter
Nickle
Dime
To call her daughter
and grandchild.
Woman
Disabled
Filtering through the Gore
Ignored, distanced, nuisance
Society's burden and
No one has enough welfare
to care.
Woman
Plastic
Working, hustling, chain-smoking
Minimum wage won't pay for her surgery
It must be
Difficult
Being too beautiful for heaven.

(Written after 'people watching' last night...)



(Written after 'people watching' last night...)
Current Mood: calmPoetic
Current Music: Lady of Shalott- Loreena McKennitt

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June 14th, 2006


emergingmuses
05:16 pm - Bad Timing- Blue Rodeo
Hey it's me what a big surprise
Calling you up from a restaurant
Around the bend
Just got in from way up North
I'm achy and tired now
And I could use a friend
Might be a fool
To think that you do
Want to see me again

I Know it's been awhile since I talked to you
Nothing wrong
Just nothing ever goes as planned
Many times I thought I'd call
Didn't have your number in my hand
Well I know it's true
You'd never do
The same thing to me

I never meant to make you cry
And though I know I shouldn't call
It just reminds us of the cost
Oh of everything we've lost
Bad timing that's all

And maybe soon there'll come a day
When no more tears will fall
We each forgive a little bit
And we both look back on it
As just bad timing that's all

Used to have so many plans
Something always seemed to turn out wrong
Never could catch up to you
Moving on and doing all you've done
I don't know why
The harder I try
The harder it comes

I never meant to make you cry
And though I know I shouldn't call
It just reminds us of the cost
Of everything we've lost
Bad timing that's all

And maybe soon there'll come a day
When no more tears will fall
We each forgive a little bit
And we both look back on it
It's just bad timing that's all

We each forgive a little bit
And we both look back on it
It's just bad timing that's all

(TOTALLY, UTTERLY SUMS UP HOW I'VE BEEN FEELING LATELY...)
Current Mood: crushedcrushed

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June 9th, 2006


emergingmuses
01:09 pm - The Waiting~ an original work

This story was inspired by the downfall of relationships, sometimes in months, sometimes in minutes and all a person can do is wait.

Current Mood: cynicalcynical

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June 8th, 2006


emergingmuses
11:55 pm - Directionally Challenged~ an original work
Anarchists on the Route 21

Grab the slip of paper while 'the man' grabs his double double

She sat in the back

and smirked

"a bug, green like an emerald

sat on my drink lid

and when I throw it out,

will he be eaten by some other recycle dweller?"

Too many thoughts

Precious things, insignificant to many

she wondered what she was thinking for



(and why she rode the bus backwards on this night)



Eliot once said that life was like riding backwards on a subway

and she agreed:

You can never see the future if you only focus on the past.

What had passed?

No one reaching for her hand

She choked, he laughed

She sat alone in the park, almost wishing to taken away

just so someone would come rescue her.

Stronger than that, no doubt

No doubt

Still yearning.

Her hero. Her muse. Her favourite mistake. Her philosopher king. Her crash.

Where was he now?

Was she still his favourite girl?

The bus drove forwards but she remained lodged in antithesis.



It rose above the city and the skyline mapped out

where she'd been but

where was she going?

Home: a dictionary of dwelling

and that she did very well.

Dwelling.

Father, meandering

Brother, MIA

Mother mute.

Fish keep on swimming and someone

has to be there to feed them.

Obligation to the silence

and the 2am replacement shakes.



Turning the corner.

Turning around.

Who else was going to tell her,

it was time to face forward?

A promise kept

despite the ache, despite the fear

A testament to character

Her character

Whatever that was.



She walked alone, wishing that forward would take her somewhere,

anywhere but where she was going.

And she heard Sarah sing

"a sweeter infatuation, you'd be hard pressed to find"

and Amanda promising that operated boys could produce uncomplicated love.

She thought that everyone else was facing forward

(stopping, glancing at the moon)

Distracted by the insignificant thoughts again.

They were no longer here. No one picked up the phone.

Letters, like her thoughts, part of a past.

Cold, impersonal technological means of reaching out

These days.

Forward thinking?

She was a backwards girl

A backwards world





(And that was her fortunate misfortune)

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May 16th, 2006


desiderata_7171
10:13 pm - Somebody- Depeche Mode
(change her/she to him/he)

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
Shell get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
Shell hear me out
And wont easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact shell often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
Aaaahhhhh....

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and
With every breath
Someone wholl help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I dont want to be tied
To anyones strings
Im carefully trying to steer clear of
Those things
But when Im asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
Ill get away with it
Aaaahhhhh....
Current Mood: blahblah
Current Music: see above

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March 19th, 2006


desiderata_7171
03:58 pm - Santa Fe- From the musical Newsies
So that's what they call a family
Mother, daughter, father, son
Guess that everything you heard about is true
So you ain't got any family
Well, who said you needed one?
Ain't ya glad nobody's waitin' up for you?

When I dream
On my own
I'm alone but I ain't lonely
For a dreamer night's the only time of day
When the city's finally sleepin'
All my thoughts begin to stray
And I'm on the train that's bound for Santa Fe
And I'm free
Like the wind
Like I'm gonna live forever
It's a feeling time can never take away
All I need's a few more dollars
And I'm outta here to stay
Dreams come true
Yes, they do
In Santa Fe

Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
Where does it say a guy can't catch a break?
Why should you only take what you're given?
Why should you spend your whole life livin'
Trapped where there ain't no future
Even at seventeen
Breakin' your back for someone else's sake
If the life don't seem to suit ya
How 'bout a change of scene?
Far from the lousy headlines
And the deadlines in between

Santa Fe
Are you there?
Do you swear you won't forget me?
If I found you would you let me come and stay?
I ain't gettin' any younger
And before my dyin' day
I want space
Not just air
Let 'em laugh in my face
I don't care
Save a place
I'll be there

So that's what they call a family
Ain't ya glad you ain't that way?
Ain't ya glad you got a dream called Santa Fe?
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Current Music: see above

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March 14th, 2006


desiderata_7171
02:04 am - Dreams to Reality~ an original work
He stood across the brick that’s divided us
Told me it was just a sham
I laughed
He cried
And then he faded away

We stood at a great precipice
He took my hand in his
“This is what I can offer you”
and all we heard was screaming
from the world we once knew
and then he faded away

He drove me
To our abandoned apartment
His child inside of me
My lips could not open
And then he faded away

A raven-haired beauty
Sat across from me
When my mother died
And when she played piano
The tears fell from my eyes
And then she faded away

He was Hugh Grant
And chased me down the street
Swore to me he was mine forever
And the former groom faded from view
And then he faded away

A row on our knees
He was all powerful
He dragged the knife across my throat
And as I bled, he did the same
And then he faded away

An empty mall
He chased me up the escalator
And then he enfolded me in his arms
In a 70’s style armchair
Everyone smiled
He’s slowly fading away

Redhead, brunette and blonde
Off to see the show
A mugger lurking in the streets
Shot her in the head
Shot her in the chest
And I was left shaking, waiting
Until the images faded away

Upside-down kisses
Midnights and 4 AMs
I was so happy then
I saw him whispering
“You’ll never really have this”
and then I began to fade away
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: Molly- Sarah Slean

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March 6th, 2006


desiderata_7171
11:40 pm - Orion and I~ an original work
Orion and I
Monday morning.
The image was still clear
A bullet hole
A best friend
Tears on re-entry.
The dictionary beckoned
Was there really any meaning to the nightmare?
A two day break
Rejected,
from what she believed once mattered.
Marks flew, textbooks read to us like toddlers
Petted
and adored.
Abhorred.
She looked to the skies
March
the chill in the air,
Fading
Orion appeared to her,
Shining
"Sorry babe, I've been away"
and Mother spoke to her
Not the one that bore her
The one that's inside of her.
Everywhere.
They walked and Sarah sang out
about Mary and Duncan,
and they felt a sudden rush of happiness
It faded as the headlights came closer.
She felt the words slide off her tongue
knowing he didn't really hear her like before,
he spoke of rekindling,
her chestnut roots,
his petty jealousy;
Changing what was and would be,
She turned the volume up.
Orion led the way
Highway
He took the exit
Sighing
"PCH, 2 more years"
"NYC, 53 more days"
"PMS, an eternity, post-21 menopause"
He tossed her hair
Kissed her neck
Pushing
"Shut up and drive"
There's no one else
The Monster thrives,
Indulging.
Orion was with her when she stepped out,
Shutting the door
Silencing
Three-fold.
"Tell me what's wrong"
"Everytime I do, I lose someone new"
"I totally own you"
"I belong to no one"
"Alice, I love you"
"Zeki, I love you too"
Rekindle, rekindle and block and delete.
Stagging truth
What happened to the lies that were so easy?
The keyhole jammed.
She swore.
Candle burning with
Orion on the rooftop
Her guardian when Mother cannot be there,
Oddly enough, even when she's not there
Orion returned.
Current Mood: poetic

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January 26th, 2006


desiderata_7171
05:25 pm - Overkill- Colin Hay
I think I've posted this song before...but really, I think if any song describes me, it would be this one. I really recommend it to everyone. It isn't a hard song to find.
Enjoy.


I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
Current Music: see above

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