What to say when words get in the way?
How to feel, breathe in this stale air,
When outside is freezing
And summer's far away?
An illusion caused with no effect.
No effect at all.
So leave it alone.
It'll take care of itself.
Searching the silence for a smile I remember...
...wishing on stars that you were here.
- Pointless
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mywastedemotion- March 24th, 13:47
- I.D.I.O.T.
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- mywastedemotion
- November 20th, 2012
You know when, like, you're looking for something and, like, the first thing you find you say, no, that can't be it. Then, like, you spend months upon months upon months of searching and then, THEN, you find out the first thing WAS, like, THE THING you were looking for?
- i fucking suck at life
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- mywastedemotion
- July 24th, 2012
you ever have those days?
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- really
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- mywastedemotion
- July 16th, 2012
All of a sudden it's what I'm NOT doing that matters more.
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- And just like that...
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- mywastedemotion
- July 10th, 2012
my.obsession.is.over.
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- one night
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- mywastedemotion
- June 29th, 2012
lie to me,
make me feel forever.
all i need is one night.
dreams so real,
reach a distance so far...
waiting as long as it takes.
and so i wait, ache,
inside the silence,
where i keep this secret safe.
- hate it
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- mywastedemotion
- June 18th, 2012
i could really be a bitch and fuck with someone's life.
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- We only see what you want us to see...
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- mywastedemotion
- June 15th, 2012
keep it in mind to reason away.
days of doing nothing
to think up something to say.Posted via LiveJournal app for Android.
- Twitter celebrity
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- mywastedemotion
- March 27th, 2012
You're just another perpetual dumb fuck - shallowed by followers, defined by retweets.
- Today...
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- mywastedemotion
- March 20th, 2012
my theory was just blown out of the water.
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- A note to me...only me
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- mywastedemotion
- February 4th, 2012
fuck.off.
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- onward upward inside me and twisted
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- mywastedemotion
- January 23rd, 2012
Days between sheets,
Between them you and I.
The longer we stay the
Lighter we feel.
Nothing's real.
- liquid
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- mywastedemotion
- January 20th, 2012
I just like the word.
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- easier
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- mywastedemotion
- January 5th, 2012
If years between us didn't exist
And time stood still,
If all I had to do was submit,
Would you claim me as real
Or just imagined?
Would my thoughts become your words
Or would my eyes become your windows?
Corrupted.
So fragile.
I Could Break You.
- What makes me whole breaks my heart.
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- mywastedemotion
- August 14th, 2011
Brought to bear the greatest love, I carry a burden and a blessing.
( Where is this going? No fucking clue.Collapse )
Scene: In Angel Square, Destiny stands in the middle of a thick fog. Behind her a familiar figure. She feels his presence, hears his voice. She can't see him, but he can see her. At first unaware of where she is, a sense of familiarity overcomes her, she smiles and starts to speak to the air in front of her. The presences follows her as she paces around.
- I miss them
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- mywastedemotion
- August 4th, 2011
I miss Panic at The Disco. The REAL P!ATD. Listening to AFYCSO on the way to work this morning. Man that album was way ahead of its time.
This weekend I went t see the "Smurfs" and heard the first single off their new album during the closing credits. Its killer. Man, if Ryan and Jon were back in...
Where's the campaign to get them back together????????????
I just miss them. So much.
- Today was my last day
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- mywastedemotion
- June 9th, 2011
Last day at my job today.
Not sure how I feel about it.
At this point I should be super excited. A new adventure! Still I'm conflicted.
Its all said and done. No going back, as my boss said to me when I left.
I knew what he meant. He knows only part of the reason why I'm leaving.
Truth be told I felt unappreciated. taken advantage of, I hated working with one particular person, I hated that my manager was leaving for the whole month of July and that I couldn't take time off. I hated being an assistant. I hated having to be at work at 8:00 am and that I couldn't see my daughter before she went to school. I hated having 1/2 hour for lunch. I hated the money I was making.
Okay, saying those things makes me glad that I left.
- took forever, but...
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- mywastedemotion
- October 20th, 2010
I finally cleaned this place out.
- a hollow saddness
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- mywastedemotion
- December 26th, 2009
- the walls are starting to crumble
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- mywastedemotion
- February 27th, 2009
so now that Obama has his agenda on the table for all to see, the poorest Americans better hope and pray that the rich don't stop contributing to the charities that also support them. remember, they'll have less money to dole out to you if in fact the government is taxing them more in order to provide universal health care. why punish those that are already contributing more than 80% of country's tax revenues already? maybe they won't feel like contributing to charities anymore, since the government seems to think it can take their money and redistribute it to the poor better than organizations that have been doing it for years. but then again, the poor have been growing in numbers as the rich continue to get richer. i'm not sure why. like i'm not sure why the wealthiest towns in Massachusetts based on per capita income are seeing an increase home sales and home values, while the poorest towns are seeing declining populations.
- joy behar is a hobag bitch
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- mywastedemotion
- February 19th, 2009
- this is for you
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- mywastedemotion
- December 29th, 2008
- Hope. Change. More of the Same
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- mywastedemotion
- September 6th, 2008
- the second star to the right
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- mywastedemotion
- April 29th, 2008
i'll trace a heart upon your palm
and whisper the words i love you.
never to forget and void of regrets,
magic moments happen. they do.
- nothing special
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- mywastedemotion
- February 9th, 2008
- pretending but not really
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- mywastedemotion
- July 23rd, 2007
i have this picture in my head that you'll grab me by the hair and smash my face into the dashboard.
- stupidity pisses me off
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- mywastedemotion
- July 5th, 2007
warning: this is going to get political
- nothing special
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- mywastedemotion
- May 31st, 2007
there's a way out, you know.
it's alright, just let it go.
walk on the road to never,
once more into forever.
i'll meet you half way
with no words left say.
only smile. will you do that for me?
let us pretend for once we are free.
- i so get it now
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- mywastedemotion
- May 25th, 2007
i so get it now.
no need to explain.
just know that i know
and it's all gonna change.
i know what you're thinking,
so you don't have to talk.
let's end it now,
'cause i don't give a fuck.
i tortured myself.
i'm the one to blame.
i let my heart bleed,
while you licked the stains.
no, you don't care,
you never gave a shit.
should've seen it before
you stupid fucking bitch!
it took me this long
now here's my last goodbye.
i'm finally listening to
the screams in my mind.
my head knew reason,
while my heart was blind.
the veil's been lifted.
there's no more time.
Stripped of feeling,
and memories cleaned;
it's all done -
you don't exist to me.
noise gave up your lies,
silence called your bluff.
so this is me ending us now
and i don't give a fuck!!
- i've floated so long on this sea it almost feels like home
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- mywastedemotion
- May 21st, 2007
i'd rather have you hate me
than for you to understand.
apart in life, so close in dreams,
as i lie awake in fantasy.
i die slowly while faking to live.
i see only what i want to believe.
i sleep through my sunrise
just to dream of your sunset.
i crave this misery, my aching heart.
i know i will never have you.
i've floated so long on this sea
it almost feels like home.
now, with no more dreams to feed my bones
and no more will to call my own,
i fall forward, hard, onto the pavement.
the sting and hurt slam together as one.
i bleed. i feel it. do you know what i mean?
the pain uprooted - it will never go away -
and this scar, a reminder - i will never heal.
- pathetic
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- mywastedemotion
- April 21st, 2007
i know where you live.
i'm just like you.
i hide to be found
and beg just to steal.
it's wrong, but right
or black when it's white.
that devil's an angel
leading you to her heaven.
you crave that hell,
when you say you don't.
from one to another
don't play fools for fools.
they'll get you everytime.
- escape
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- mywastedemotion
- February 20th, 2007
stare a little longer to make it last,
but i'm not going anywhere.
there's nowhere else i'd rather be,
no moment i'd miss without you.
find another place to hide it,
though eventually it'll be found.
and maybe i want it that way
and why should i give a shit?
fuck them all and let's get away.
i'll lead you down to nowhere.
don't worry - i know the way
and we'll take it with us just in case.
are you scared? you shouldn't be.
you know i'd never hurt you.
get lost with me, beyond my eyes,
retrace the kisses beyond my lips,
then imagine it all in your mind
and we'll get there just the same.
where fantasy is real and real is fantasy.
like i said, don't worry - i know the way.
- are you afraid to fall - to fall like me?
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- mywastedemotion
- February 18th, 2007
are you afraid to fall -
to fall like me?
you leave me confused -
you want me, then you don't.
learning and trying everyday,
wearing my patience proud,
but how long will that last?
i'm up and down.
i could break, explode
and you'd never know.
CAN"T YOU FUCKING SEE?!
how i bleed and you laugh?
hand you my heart and you turn away?
i'm the joke that you don't get.
like the damned - i can't be saved.
and now it's all we are:
an act, a fucking act, a stupid joke.
still, what's mine reveals the truth,
but to you, truth is concealed.
and who am i? don't you know?
only the damned - praying to be saved.
- if you only knew
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- mywastedemotion
- January 14th, 2007
and there's your fire burning inside me
ignited by whispers, now a constant flame.
keeping me warm, invading my dreams,
where you breathe and feel like air.
where my touch awakens your hunger,
where your kisses carry me home,
and where we never need to speak.
i imagine kissing you
but i believe you're there.
wonder if i invade
your dreams and fantasies
in the ways you invade mine?
someday i'll wonder aloud and
hold my breath for your response;
i'm just dying to let you know.
- holidays on my mind
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- mywastedemotion
- December 21st, 2006
Nothing special doing this holiday
Just spending time with family,
Eating good food and visiting friends.
Trying to smile, but it's awkward somehow,
As my mind is focused on others:
Those less fortunate than myself,
Those fighting and dying for freedom,
Those with whom I was angry,
Those I've forgotten to call back,
And those celebrating for the last time.
Mistakes were made and hurtful things were said.
I'll say "I'm sorry" now, but who really cares, anyway?
Mixed with all my saddness, though,
Are promises for a better next year.
Maybe listening to my favorite holiday tunes will brighten up my day. Please share your favorites with me!
Christmas Wrapping - The Waitresses
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Jy4X87fDk4
Christmas in Holis - Run DMC
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ufRrgnSEdU
Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) - U2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiSPNaQNGOY
Fairytale of New York - The Pogues with Kirsty McColl
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vl5hRPu2_eQ
All I Want For Christmas Is You - Olivia Olson (from movie Love, Actually)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pikz3DMhu54
Last Christmas - WHAM!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06rlB0Kw3fw
Do They Know It's Christmas - Band Aid
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jEnTSQStGE
War Is Over - John Lennon
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dDWUVizCDk
- go ahead, do it again...
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- mywastedemotion
- December 17th, 2006
go ahead, mother, do it again,
twist my words to your advantage.
it's all about you anyway, isn't it?
so i haven't called, is that a crime?
oh, i forgot how sensitive you are.
how you always make it about you.
did it ever occur that i might be happier?
you see me once a week, say i look good.
don't you ever wonder why that is?
you're not there to cut me down,
make me feel ashamed, unworthy.
you're not there to make me feel guilty
for things i never had power over.
what do you mean you don't remember?
did that prozac erase your memories?
funny, those pills certainly didn't cure you.
what the fuck do you want me to do?
be there to absorb your pain?
i get it, i get it, i get it all now.
you love misery just for sympathy.
dad says "you know how she is."
yeah, all to well, i'm afraid. all too well.
i've never bragged, never gloated
my eyes gazed toward the ground.
it seems you liked me better that way.
but now my head is starting to rise.
no, mother, this time it's about me.
i'm taking charge of my life finally!
your pain has no hold over me anymore.
so go ahead, bitch, fucking do it again!
twist these words, make them your own.
because i don't give a shit.
- She is the angel and I am the damned
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- mywastedemotion
- December 8th, 2006
She is the angel and I am the damned.
Absolving my evil thoughts with her touch.
I am consumed by her, overwhelmed.
She is the rain washing away my future sins.
I pretend to use her, keep her in lust,
Careful not to let her fall...in love...with me,
For no one would understand, no one would accept.
And so my true intentions remain silent,
As we play the game; remember it's just a game.
I cannot reveal what I feel inside.
When I see him fuck her, I want to die.
I want to scream "She is mine!"
But I refrain for she is happier with him.
So if only to see delight in her eyes
And make her smile like that once more,
I will let this ache grow inside,
As punishment for the feelings i hide.
I will never reveal myself, my angel;
I will remain forever damned...and forever yours.
- Your Room
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- mywastedemotion
- December 5th, 2006
- it is so wrong, but feels so right
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- mywastedemotion
- December 3rd, 2006
she's the angel, i'm the damned.
i pretend she's there at night
to comfort me, hold me, overwhelm me.
i want to be the one she needs
to please her, make her feel whole
if only for one night, i pray.
someday we'll meet, by chance or on purpose,
with genuine intentions, happiness fulfilled.
but i fear she would question me,
'did you ever want our story to be true?'
should i then reveal myself or
keep it hidden under pained disguise?
i like men, i'm completely straight,
but i want her in the worst way.
so help me, god, i'll rot in hell
for going against all that is sacred
for believing in this lie i've created.
she'll never understand it and so it is:
i'll keep it a secret until i die.
she'll never know what she meant to me
at this very moment in time.
my heart will ache until i'm raised again
to believe in the truth once more.
- Living In Your Burial Ground
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- mywastedemotion
- November 25th, 2006
Remember that doll you used to keep on your bed?
The one with freckles, the blue dress and black shoes?
I used to choke her when you weren’t looking.
It was your favorite from childhood –
You know, that past you always talked about?
When your mother left you at four
And came back when you were thirteen?
The mother they said was dead all those years?
When your father brought you here,
Taking you away from your friends, your first love?
That lifeless fucking doll with black hair –
A metaphor for dead memories, yours not mine,
Of people I’ve never met, but feel like I’ve known forever.
Now, memories of the dead are all I have.
They are all that remain of my childhood.
You know, when I took the blame for all the wrongs,
And thought I failed you at every turn?
When I told you I was sorry, that I loved you,
But those words were never good enough?
I was alive, yet you buried me anyway
Along with the dead, who were really to blame,
They were the ones that hurt you, not me.
