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Name: Katya
Gender: Female
Interests: writing. md. sarcasm. violence. sleep. being held. brilliance. friends. love.
Expertise: I have my moments, nothing more.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
10/29/2004
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| This is as candid as it's going to get for a while. Amazingly painful to write when you do not have your own computer and are forced to work from a computer lab in a dorm. It's like the stars aligned. And a nice concise Twitter update does not have the space for what I need to say, and Facebook is not a place for feelings; this really is not meant for the Internet, but I have nowhere else to put it.
Today I purposefully stumbled across two lives that have long ago stopped affecting mine, and yet now both are impacted by the military. And as much as I have at points in my life hated and raved against them, one more than the other, now I feel only sadness. And as much as I like my distance and apathy, I really hope it all turns out alright and that they can return to their normal lives and happiness.
I've been over this for so long, but right now it feels as though I am back to square one, at the beginning, when I thought my world was done.
So cheers, guys. It'll be alright. Come back safe.
And please to God, I don't want to think about them ever again. | | |
| We are all rooting for your survival. Keep that in mind.
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| There is nothing between us but air
stale with things left unsaid
nothing but distance
rolling plains and mountains
and I could scream for you
but you know your price
and it's not within my range;
this grand play
a tragedy in three acts
symphony of irony and loss
my life's work
I can play your strings
easily enough
but does my choice not to
make me weak
or does my brand of strength count for nothing after all
it would get me nowhere in this world;
I breathe in and smell the cold
a beast willing to suffocate and freeze
perhaps a better fate than the intimate knowledge of you. | | |
| If you take a glance
too deep
her smile just seeps out
of the corners of her mouth
and then you know
the lies keep breaking
and she cannot be faking
this emotion much longer
but you let your eyes slide away
and unnoticed she is once more
you know, a savior can't be
too much to ask for
but hell if you have the time
to help her to her feet.
No
the speed is the most essential
addicting aspect
of this existence
please don't stop
her vices will carry her forth
regardless of any outer force
she doesn't need the aid
you'll later throw in her face.
To withstand justice is just
a necessity
and all it takes is another drink,
a couple of cigarettes, and please to god -
another man for her to think that life
glows around the edges. Yes,
glows. | | |
| and it's better just to know
i promise i don't bite
i'll take you out drinking
show you a fun time
the late nights
and cigarettes and fucking speed
please, why don't you join in
i don't want nothin' but a good time
can you believe the world
my god, i know the fears
but take a chance
if you want to breathe
a little rain never hurt anyone
some sand and the rising moon
we'll conquer, adventure, traverse
skip, laugh, converse
feel the rhythm, the fucking beat
i know you hear it too
just dance with me
i'll get you through. | | |
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