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[24 Oct 2008|10:27pm] |
i have been doing yoga everyday. am and pm yoga.
its very basic and for beginners.
i have only been doing it a week and i am already starting to see an improvement.
my posture is better, my balance is better, my mood is better, and my whole body is getting toned and stronger.
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[25 May 2008|11:02pm] |
I am almost done my book, which means i need to delete all my journal entries.
everything will be up for 2 more weeks while im in the process of making multiple hard copies of all my stuff. so yeah, just so you know.
sorry guys.
i will still be posting on here, but i really would like to sell copies of my book, so i need to delete this stuff.
xoxoxo
alex
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[20 May 2008|11:00am] |
in the dead calm i can hear the whisperings of silenced eloquencies.
im not praying or asking or believing in things that i could never explain,
but i know you're vivid and i know we only exist at once in pieces of being together.
i wasnt asking or assuming and i wasnt convincing,
but theres so much time, theres so much space, theres so much pulling.
and i dont want to wait, i cant want to wait.
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[16 Apr 2008|03:22pm] |
Today is mine and seans 1 year anniversary, and we are both sick.
We were supposed to go to kelseys for dinner, because thats the place we first met,
but I would rather we just stay in and watch movies.
and steam our heads in chamomile water.
we can celebrate tomorrow.
Im sorry I havent updated in so long,
Im a busy bee.
how are all of you?
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[03 Mar 2008|10:41pm] |
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everyone vote for me here Im #22
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[25 Feb 2008|10:21am] |
how many of you would buy my book?
im getting it published asap and i need a head count for how many books to order.
they'll go for around $20.
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[22 Feb 2008|09:30pm] |
lately the city seems to move past me so quickly,
when im sitting on the train peoples mouths move,
and peoples hands shine,
but to me, its nothing but blurs and shadows.
i cant slow them down, and i cant speed myself up.
it doesn't bother me too much though,
because i stand among them,
and i whisper my secrets into the wind.
i know now that they'll turn into nothingness too.
i know now that they'll never find me again.
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[22 Feb 2008|11:46am] |
hi everyone,
i was wondering,
if you havent introduced yourself to me yet,
or if you've added me and would like for me to add you back so you can view my friends only journals,
could you please post here, and maybe tell me your name?
thankyou loves.
xoxo
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| for shary. |
[08 Feb 2008|08:33pm] |
inspired by the beautiful photos of your daughter in the letter you sent me.
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| devotion. |
[30 Jan 2008|01:34am] |
fill your words with passionate burning and then fill my mouth with diamonds and smoke,
light fires in the houses,
light fires in the bedrooms,
paint your insides red and press your fingers into my skin.
breathe smoke signals against my lips and fold your cinders into my veins.
paint the city with our names and trace your body onto mine with ashes and india ink.
draw to life your bones with mine, and on our knees, scream our songs into the sky.
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[27 Jan 2008|02:46am] |
im laying alone on my bed tracing the outlines of your body with my fingers onto the sheets, hoping that if i try hard enough, maybe i'll catch a glimpse of you in the dark. i know your eyes and i know your lips, but i never knew how hard it is to sleep alone.
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[26 Jan 2008|11:31pm] |
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every night i go for a walk hoping to take my mind off things,
hoping theres some recognition in the people i pass.
we smile and nod,
but we arent touching,
and we arent in love,
and we have no personal war with eachother,
we are only making eachother exist.
and so i walk on knowing that no one knows me,
and i know no one.
people see me, and touch me,
but i just cant seem to hear what they are saying.
i want love and abuse and passion and rage,
and i want you so badly that my bones are screaming,
my heart is beating.
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[25 Jan 2008|11:29pm] |
my body is wrapped with secrets but white rose petals still fall from my mouth. everyone thinks im something im not, im not great or wide eyed or smiling, and ive never glown as much as you do. i wish all the time to wear other peoples smiles like patches on my decaying body like everyong else does.
but im not like everyone else am i?
people speak to me as if they know, but what do they know about destruction?
what would they know about creation?
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[14 Jan 2008|03:35pm] |
theres such silence in your eyes and its quite comforting.
we sleep apart but dream together,
touching so closely i cant tell where i end and you begin.
you're different from everyone else,
you're like diamonds, peircing my skin until you're beneath it.
as much as i try and fight it,
you make me feel rich and beautiful.
and i know you're beneath my skin,
because when i walk and talk and sleep and dream.
i think about you.
only you.
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[13 Jan 2008|11:38pm] |
our bodies are sculpted of pebbles and bricks,
being twisted and pulled until we fit into eachother.
copper fills your cracks and gold fills your soul.
so your insides will be the wonder of thousands of minds.
(i know i have been gone for a while,
but im back now,
i hope you like my poem.)
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| 8:31pm- Sean. |
[13 Nov 2007|08:20pm] |
I often feel lonely, but never I never feel alone.
you're still glowing you know.
late at night when i dream, you're as bright as an angel.
I miss scratches under your covers,
the way we were always touching.
smiling.
i'll paint my heart onto all the windows
like maps
untill i find my way to you.
i love you and all your glowing.
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[03 Oct 2007|10:20am] |
I sleep with my phone in my hand as my head dances feverishly throughout the spaces between us.
I've got leaves under my eyes and bricks under my chin.
pulling.
everything that isnt us together is empty space.
all these places are meaningless.
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[19 Sep 2007|04:25pm] |
The leaves are falling, and its starting to get cold out.
it feels the way its always felt.
it feels the way it will always feel.
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[08 Sep 2007|11:38pm] |
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today is an awful day, i feel like nothing.
today i am not even the dirt under your feet.
i have realized that when i look in the mirror i dont see someone that i recognize.
i am embodying someone that i have never met
ps. thankyou andy for listening to me tonight,
i really needed someone to talk to.
some songs.
Better- Regina Spektor
Interuptions- Rogue Wave
Not For Sale- CocoRosie
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