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Thanks mariacallas. I feel honored.:)

And I also remember Inscriptions...both inspired me to try and do when I first read them.
 
PS I wanna play. :)

I have recently been copying all my stuff from here to redbubble, so have just read it all freshly. I think these are my favourites that I've come across so far, or the most meaningful to me anyway:
Other People's Songs

I’ll never find someone quite like you again.
I’ll never find someone quite like you again.
It was hard to leave.
You found a part of me that I didn’t know I still had. The atrophy wasn’t complete. The atrophy wasn’t really even atrophy, it was just a disguise.
You told me that I hold no darkness, and I thought you were wrong. I still question how right you are, but I can see myself now as you do. That’s what you gave me. You gave me the ability to see myself and not just my flaws.
I’ll never find someone quite like you again.

I ran through the forest, I ran through the trees. I ran and I ran, I was looking for me.
As the plane soared over Melbourne like a giant metal bird, I felt the shadow of my mother’s death fall away behind me. I soared into the clouds on metal wings, and above them I found the perspective that has eluded me for so long. My tears weren’t from sadness. They were from release.
I looked down upon the world that I had left behind and all its small rivers and cities and highways, and I ran toward something for the first time in my life instead of running away.
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me.

These songs have been inside of me all day. I heard the first one in my brother’s car on the way to Melbourne Airport, and again at Sydney Airport when I arrived there to begin my new life.

The second was only ever inside my head, but it appeared there suddenly on the plane, and for the first time I really truly understood the emotion behind those words.

They revolve inside me now, one taking turns with the other. It’s beautiful and sad, and I can’t wait to see whose song will change me next.
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Other People's Songs revisited

..If someone said three years from now
You’d be long gone
I’d stand up and punch them out
Cause they’re all wrong..
You sang this to my voicemail in your slurred broken mumble and I could hear it in the background and I could hear the grief in your head and your heart. I felt the distance between us then and I wanted to hold you and tell you I’m alive. I wanted to tell you that I’m still here. I wanted to tell you I’ll always be here when you need me, even when it’s not physically true. And I want to tell you that they may still be wrong.

What goes around comes around, what goes up must come down.
This is something I have brought upon myself and I mean that in the best and worst possible ways.
In trying to hurt myself I succeeded, and this came as no great surprise.
What I didn’t know was that in taking that circuitous route I found my higher ground. I found the person I deserve to be.
There are no regrets and karma is just.

These are songs that were borne from other people’s hearts, but have found their home in mine. They have meaning that was not intended, but words grow and I grow with them.

And it’s still beautiful and sometimes it’s sad, and I can’t wait to see whose song will change me next.
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upallnight + Egirl: You two bring up a lot of memories. Reading your words was always such a joy... along with so many others (plazma, harasser, Dakeva, and on), this forum filled my heart. It seems like long ago, yet so familiar.

Thanks for this thread. It made me peruse the archive and discover things that I had written and forgotten completely. And so I will indulge just a bit.

Reborn of Love ... orig. 9/7/02

There's a picture of a man
On a beach holding me,
Kissing me,
With love for me,
And through him I can see me.
I see strong
Breathing in grace,
Rending a could be from a would be
As I finally see in a reflection of his eye's mind
That I'm a woman again.
I've told those lies.
Ran from places
Far from faces
Who carried their traces of truths I dare not breathe near,
Lest I wake them.
I've known terror, child;
I've been the whispers in ears of mothers of sons,
"She'll ruin him."
And I'm a woman again.
Hear a tear?
Turn your head,
Pay heed to the dead that I live for.
Laughter trespassing your ears?
Face my world,
If you'll know my world,
Suck out all this joy with me -
Not despite me -
You might see
A spotlight, a darkness, I'll know no shame for needing
Arms around my face, sometimes.
But I'm a woman again.
I've seen you, hell.
I know your face, heaven.
The only gravity I sense tells me that I can fly.
I'll clean the floors of halls of shame.
Cook meals of joy.
Bear children for all possibles of worlds.
Inhabit the prisons of women in chains.
Run corporations with my testosterone-driven mind.
Fight wars with guns, with love.
Break ceilings as I crawl underneath floors.
I'll be fear, I'll be hate,
I'll show you beauty in ten-thousand ways.
And I'll love you for all of my days.
God damn you,
I'm a woman again.

Push Play (a jumbled mess) ... orig. 4/29/02

Said goodbye to Jesus on a traffic-jammed highway,
While a man in a truck praised his name.
Quiet time started in a mid-morning holding cell
When I could see his face through dirty glass.
A good man deserves better, and I shut myself down.
I'll fix it myself, figure it out, set things in motion,
Make it all happen, love life anyway, smile if it hurts and try try try.
Chose love over sex and set the body on hibernate,
Control yourself girl, you're better than that.
You need that release, but your vices are gone.
Gave up snorting, and my nose stopped bleeding,
No more pills and the chemicals evened out,
Haven't had a beer in months, maybe weeks,
But I've got fewer headaches and not so many ups and downs.
Trade those highs for evens, a vial for those books,
You've a future, you should plan it better,
Don't forget to raise that hand. Permission granted?
And I'm prostrate to a mind that I haven't admired since two lifetimes ago.
I've got no way to make this poetry,
No means by which to bring happiness with this thought,
It's the extremes I miss and the balance I loathe,
I stopped feeling a long time ago.
Bring me stars, a new plan, a new man, a fresh start.
Justify the pain that never became a sound wave,
Or just make it my own and set it aside.
Time for my life, to pause is to die...
and I push play one more time.
 
First I've seen them Dagny.

Love the punch line at the end of push play and the whole fit of it all. =D
 
CHANGE

Coiling into the darkness of a cavern
what lies within?
The prick if a pin signifies the beginning of an experience
that dwells within us for eternity.
It now has time as manifest physicality
as dream has always foretold.
The beginning of the end is just the beginning of a reality
much vaster and glorious in its possibilities
to express love upon matter in a way the angels would nurture
as a point in a sea of quantum probabilities
that has divine spark.

- H!V37



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E-girl said:

i practically have minimows' one memorized.

all of hers actually.
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Same here.

Biggest BL loss of all time, to me.

More than several of our conversations will be burned on my brain forever.

One of the most all-around talented, beautiful, brilliant, REAL people I've ever encountered in my life.

I miss you MiNi. <3
 
All Throughout History, All In Time

Through our loves and our dreams
and our time together
Our hearts possessive schemes
incline to sever

Due to true and false faults that bind forever.

Through our blues and our demons
and our hollow holiness
All our vehement feelings
and all our loneliness

On page and sung by the sage of hallowed phoniness.

Through our births and miscarriages
to our vapid reproduction
Life broken by broken marriages
we have gained that deduction

Abdicating the almighty, awaiting our abduction.

Through our words and our actions
our discontent hopes
And our malcontent factions
Our minutemen grow

Our seal is our safety, we already know.

Through our knowledge and our time
our fleeting existence
Our zeitgiesm does belie
our needy resistance

Our focus is failing us with only so little time.

Through our religion and new age
our decievers are masters
If all of our world is a stage
our director is disaster

Our quiet candles quiver when raised; our nuclear reactors.



Socrates and the Stars

I wonder what Socrates would visualize,
if today, in our modern age,
he stood one starry night
and stared at the sky?

Would the light in his eyes
ignite an imagination that Van Gogh
could translate to canvas
and favor with a smile?

Or, if he thought what he saw
wasn't at all how he'd remembered,
would he envision suspicious intentions
within these strange space embers?
 
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