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Perfect for this situation

I can't meetLosing sleep over thisNo I can'tAnd now I cannot stop pacingGive me a few hoursI'll have this all sorted outIf my mind would just stop racingCause I cannot stand stillI can be this unsturdyThis cannot be happeningThis is over my headBut underneath my feetCause by tomoroow morning I'll have this thing beatAnd everything will be back to the way that it wasI wish that it was just that easyCause I'm waiting for tonightBeen waiting for tomoroowI'm somewhere in betweenWhat is realJust a dreamWhat is realJust a dreamWhat is realJust a dreamWould you catch me if I fall out of what I fell inDont be surprised if I collapse down at your feet againI don't want to run away from thisI know that I just don't need thisCause I cannot stand stillI can be this unsturdyThis cannot be happeningCause I'm waiting for tonightBeen waiting for tomorrowAnd I'm somewhere in betweenWhat is realJust a dreamWhat is realJust a dreamWhat is realJust a dreamWhat is real just a dream

Frustrated

People are frustrating me today. Their stupidity is making me want to slap somebody. I hate people who are fashionably fat. Who don't care enough about themselves to stop shoving twinkies down their throats.. I hate it when they make it a lifestyle. As if being obese is a trend. They even wear clothes that make me frustrated... I hate people that nudge up against you in the grocery store. I hate people that race you to the line just so they can buy three things before you can buy 20. I'd have let you go lady, I'd have let you cut, but you had to be a bitch. And learn fucking english for Christ's sake. I did. Jesus. large crowds freak me out. People who are unintelligent freak me out. People who are too stupid to live should be shot. I did enjoy getting checked out by a few cute girls though. Thus ends another trip to the supermarket.

The Austin Poetry Project

Hey Guys and Gals, First off thank you for taking the time to read this post, I'll make it short and sweet. I'm currently taking new and unpublished works for The Austin Poetry Project, A book that is going to be showcasing the works of Austin poets, and possibly some free verse as well. Poems can be in any format, and there is no limit to length, content or style. The only requirement is that you are living or have lived in Austin, TX. The benefits for you folks who are nice enough to reply, and send in submissions are as follows: Publicity. Your poem could be selected to appear in the published version of The Austin Poetry Project.Financial Compensation. If chosen to be published, you could depending on the sponsers we recieve, recieve a little financial compensation for your efforts and hard work. True Grit. Everyone wants to have a war story about themselves that refelects positively. If you enter and are chosen to be in The Austin Poetry Project, then you are supporting austin poets, and at the same time, will be able to tell people that you were published.This project is getting off the ground currently, and is slated for release in fall of 2004, so you have a little time. I will be setting a deadline for entry submissions but that date is not in stone yet. I'm also expecting a ton of submissions, as livejournal is not the only place I'm posting this. I'm also going to do a bunch of field work in the areas that would attract poets. Austin clubs, coffee shops, publishing companies etc. So it is imperative that if you would like to enter, you do it soon. Those of you who are on my friends list, please send me a msg if you are interested. I'm also accepting poem submissions via my email, so if you'd rather mail a submission to me, then please make sure it's in Microsoft Word, or Text format. No executables, or zip files please. I'm on an iBook out here, so I can't open any files that are not mac specific. I'm also looking for people to help on a volunteer basis, with editing, typing, and other little tasks persuant to the publication process. If you have experiance in this field, or in journalism, or publishing in general I would love your help. Also if you'd like to make a mark on history then I'm sure I can find something for you to do. I need people who are reliable, and stable.Contact me if you have any questions, and please share this message with any poets or writers in the Austin area you know.Cheers, --Matt

I'm sorry..

It's too late in the afternoon, for an apology. It's too late to take back the things that make you panic. It's too late to say I'm sorry, but I am. And even though I know that I put undue pressure on you, I'm not sorry for the way I make you feel. I'm not sorry for the way you make me feel. I want to sit here and play guitar until I'm invincible again, and I've been waiting for you to brighten my day all afternoon. I let my heart lead me too much sometimes, and damned if I don't make mistakes in the process. This is not one of those times.

Comfortable Silences

I sit in the dark of the early morning once again tonight with thoughts racing in my head. How badly I want to touch you. How much I crave to hold you. Three days and I'm floating. I'm upended by this wonderful person who makes me feel so innocent, so deep. Who allows me to be myself, and actually accepts it. It's been so long since someone has accepted me. With each action there is equal and opposite reaction. As is such I'm doing stupid, childish things. I want to run full speed ahead. I make believe that you're close to me, but it's not nearly close enough. I want to walk into the next room, and see the way your face lights up. I want to stand in front of you, and see the lights that I have placed in your eyes. I want you to feel the seratonin rush. I knew, just like you do. I have known. I've known since you first laughed at me. I want to speak our own language. I want the job of making you happy. I will make you happy. I promise to do that for as long as you'll let me.

Xjournal

Just got a neat little app to work with my iBook...The new Scooby Doo is weird as hell. I need to smoke some pot before I watch it again. It's freaking me out.

Life at 6am...how am I gonna sleep like this?