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  • Entry 5: Stress

    by sokorny on July 19, 2016

    Grrr, oh how painful stress can be not only to your mind but also your body. Each has their own stresses in life, and it is hard to quantify how "important" it is to each. Personally I am fairly stress free, but the continual battles I have with my ex over our daughter are forver and ever (12 years and counting).

    I find music a great way to tune out from these stresses, and focus on other aspects of my life (work, family, friends). But sometimes no matter your body will feel the effects of that stress, even if you can "tune out" your mind.

    I have many means to manage my stress, but music is constantly there up among the first things I need to calm myself. Ironically to calm myself I need metal ... nothing like some angry and raging riffs to cure your stresses. Some go to bands for me when I need to destress are: @systemofadown @machinehead @mastodon @parkwaydrive @isis @chevelle @deftones @dreamtheater



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  • artemis and apollo, dark edition

    by artemisagrotera on July 19, 2016

    born from the same pool
    separated at birth
    reunited, but not meant for this earth
    black swan, white swan
    i'd kill orion
    every
    single
    day
    to appease your pride
    or to settle our score
    but that's probably all i'm worth

    what you knew of me then is not me now
    imprints of violence changed me somehow
    this shit is trite but it's all i've got
    my mind is fucking shot
    and that's on them
    let me drown in the fucking fen
    unstable ground, delusion sucks me in

    do you see only what you want to see?  
    what you seek, i'm afraid isn't me
    but the PTSD comes with it for free
    would you like some toxicity?
    ms. sexton ain't got nothin' on me

    solitude has turned me bitter:
    too much of a cure is fatality
    its sodden weight snuffed out my spark
    can't even sulk and write in the dark
    thought disorder
    shell and mortar
    explode, explode, explode
    collapse and scatter these ashes
    none of these bright flashes
    originate from me
     

    alone enough to know
    nothing will fix
    what's wrong with me
    but death
    or therapy.
    an exceedingly costly remedy,
    and to what end?
    my sickness and i have camaraderie    
    then, inevitably, antipathy
    can you cleanse me?


    i don't want to admit that i need to be saved
    is that what you need from me?


    you'd end up hating me

    i'd have nothing but fever-dreamed memories,

    the belief that i once meant something to someone,

    and no future.

    just eternity



    the less complicated "solution" is not fitting, is unsatisfactory.
    it holds space,
    keeps me safe
    from the fear i'll destroy
    the last thing that matters to me

    i never pretended otherwise, and i hope that you see  
    that the deed was done
    with the thought you'd be better without me

    on the chance you could be happy


    i am poison.
    are you immune to me?



    or would we run together like mercury?



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  • Blurt Inchie

    by oasisness on July 19, 2016

    I'll take an inch even if it's a pinch ha ha. I randomly come up with stuff and just blurt. what kind of word is blurt anyhow. I think I should say blurt you. Think about the word, say it out loud. It's like having a conversation with someone up close and you're really checking out their face and it becomes distorted some what and you think of them in a different light after seeing that close glimpse of who they are. It's a weird experience like thinking about blurt and saying blurt. Have i said too much will I be judged. What will people think? Will they want to get me or stay as far away as possible. I feel weird right now like the weirdest person on the planet that nobody could quite understand or figure out. There's different definitions and variations of weird but I feel I'm defining the weird weird right now. The weirdest of the weird. Does that make any sense? What or does anyone understand what I'm getting at or is it all jibberjam. I just made that up another example of my weird weird. Just saying whatever the hell pops out of my head. Is there anybody out there? I'm a little touchEd in the head as my grandma use to say. I'm feeling a bit numb not cold but numb like I don't feel anything but to not feel anything is to not feel something so that's feeling a certain way so your still feeling something to not feel. You feel me?



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  • wrapped up in isolation and lonliness

    by oasisness on July 16, 2016

    Have you ever felt so hopeful but cant quite get there. You know how it feels to feel good and great but your so sunk in your depression you cant swim out. you feel trapped and in a constant despair. You crave so bad for the good feelings and even antidepressants dont do the job. When will you see the sun again but really feel it. How can you get there without sinking again to a bottmless pit of darkness where you feel numb and fatigued. what will take you there? It is pyshsiologial? Is it God? Is it perseverance? What is it and when



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  • Shadowplay

    by idkadrian on July 10, 2016

    Exchange all your summer for winter's cold snap

    We haven't much surrounding

    Should we ever come back

    Come back to it, come back to it and turn to black

    I couldn't fear that final outcome's aftermath

    You'd be so sad, it's always lonesome, babe

     

    Was disappointment giving the third degree?

    I believe we can correlate ourselves to dream

    But that's not our reality and before you'd say

    That wasn't our shadowplay 

    What concerns about me peeled you off?

    What was it that drove you all the way?

     

    There's just no way around the other side

    We can talk until our destination arrives

    The roads we can no longer abide

    Give us death, because it's no surprise

    What to do about it in the meanttime?

     

    Was disappointment giving the third degree?

    I believe we can correlate ourselves to dream

    But that's not our reality and before you'd say

    That wasn't our shadowplay 

    What concerns about me peeled you off?

    What was it that drove you all the way?

     

    The world was an open door

    We had a safety net there before

    It may be best we fall to floor

    With nothing furthermore



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  • Viably Stricken

    by idkadrian on July 10, 2016

    Loss of words, no comment ever hurts

    I refuse to fathom that I'm viably stricken at birth

    They had me welded on, I've been bitten

    Cold shoulders everywhere and I'm alright

    I can close my eyes and I shouldn't be there

    With a tenfold, I know who's in control

     

    You're viably stricken at birth

    We've all been bitten, I'm sure

    To dispute all of any recognition

    The tides should have risen by now

    Speaking and nothing came out

    Speaking and nothing's aloud



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  • Momma's Death

    by jillo1978 on July 02, 2016

    I seem to find a way o link lyrics to my Mother's death a lot. Just helps me to interperet the lyrics on here to fit what the song means to me.  RIP Susan Nassif.  You are missed greatly. I hope I can be half the woman you were. I love you. 



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  • Mania

    by RosesAtSunset on June 27, 2016

    I was manic and I still am manic. Careful with the stress and weed, guys. It did me in. I'm so restless that writing this is difficult for me right now. Doing anything for more than 5 minutes is tough for me but I do it for 5 minutes anyway. Keep on keeping on. That's all I can do. 

    And Nomad, that's my name don't wear it out :D Still love you though, I meant that.

    Keep the love. I have too much of it.



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  • :^)

    by unpoised on June 22, 2016

    i still get high and think things like

    the death of me will probably start early and melodramatically, probably too much coffee and cigarettes. like the title of some emo song i'd probably listen to in 2006. holy shit. i'm trying to forget my tendency to start every sentence with "and" and instead i'm puking "probablys." like i probably fell in love but then i'm probably trippin over kind eyes and long spent nights. i'm heating up thinking about you but not the way you move more like the way you always know what to say and how it's getting kinda creepy kinda like the way i want you to need me

    probably the bong hit but thinking too much about you i'm gonna be sick

    ((hot ass beat clap))



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  • The Moon Is Down

    by blueplates on June 21, 2016

    All this space makes me feel a little bit smothered, and when every other over used self reassurance fails to make my hands stop shaking, I tell myself that nothing matters and I say it like it's a good thing. I wonder if you could divide the world into the people who the meaninglessness comforts and the people who lie awake at night trying to find a loophole in their own insignifigance. Nothing makes me feel better than knowing huge mistakes aren't for someone like me to make, in 50 years no one will care if  I never amounted to anything. I hate to sound so fucking sad because I'm not, I'm just in the deep end of lonely. 



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  • Give your entry a title

    by RosesAtSunset on June 11, 2016

    Hey follow me on twitter lovely song meanings people: _nonameprincess

     

    I LOVE YOU ALL

    THANKS NOMAD YOU DA ONE

     

    IM BETTER NOW

     

    NOW YOU CAN WATCH AND LEARN

     

    THANKS MIKE YOU DA ONE

    You let me hide my heart here and it is hidden no more

     

    I LOVE YOU ALL

    THANK YOU ALL

    EVERYONE THAT COMPLIMENTED MY WRITING

     

    EVERYONE THAT INSULTED MY WRITING

     

    YOURE ALL MY FRIENDS NOW

     

    WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT

     

    I LOVE ALL OF YOU

     

    SO CHECK OUT MY TWITTER

    AND SEE THE PERSON YOUVE HELPED CREATE

    I CHOSE TO BE GANDHI

    BUT IM FINALLY ASHITA HURIA

    But you, and all my friends, can call me ASH

     

    I FIGURED OUT THAT ALL MENTAL ILLNESS IS BRAIN SWELLING

     

    ALL LEARNING IS BRAIN SWELLING

     

    YOU JUST NEED A HUG AND SOME TYLENOL

     

    HERE'S MY DIGITAL HUG

     

    THE REST I LEAVE TO YOU

    I MIGHT NOT BE BACK

     

    THE REAL WORLD NEEDS ME NOW

    IT NEEDS YOU TOO

    I NEED YOU

    AND I WANT YOU

    YOUR WANTS ARE ALMOST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR NEEDS

    And it sure is fun when they line up 

     

    GOODBYE FOR NOW

    REMEMBER THAT I LOVE ALL OF YOU

     

    REGARD LESS

    Lots of love,

    Ash

    PS: BELEEH DAT

     



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  • Literally Withering Away

    by Sawlie on June 10, 2016

    My work computer isn't loading Pandora for some reason and it's physically hurting me. If you read my mind right now, you'd see a blob of rice pudding. I can't get into any kind of flow without my music. TT _______ TT



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  • Hollow Man

    by idkadrian on June 05, 2016

    Water me down until you close the flood gates

    Pay me back for what I gave in, or don't

    Where the room's tied to one of us

    The mix up to whom it really goes

    Alone is how you fear

    Alone is how you sleep

    Alone is how you keep your integrity from want and need

     

    Distraction tactic

    Durastic compassion

    Imployed without any directive

    Counter my desperation

    I'm another consolation

    Wthout any reservation

    I'll elope to let go

     

    Wind restless, time's infectious

    Counting backwards unled

    Awkwardly pretentious 

    I'm a hollow man

    I'm a hollow man, don't swallow your pride for me

    I'm a hollow man

    I'm a hollow man, don't dispose your life for me

    I want to be free, relinquished to see outside the lines

     

    Wind restless, time's infectious

    Counting backwards unled

    Awkwardly pretentious 

    I'm a hollow man

    I'm a hollow man, don't swallow your pride for me

    I'm a hollow man

    I'm a hollow man, don't dispose your life for me

    I want to be free, relinquished to see outside the lines



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  • Counting Flowers On The Wall

    by blueplates on June 02, 2016

    I'm going to spend my time writing shitty poetry in the green and yellow light of this slow closing honey trap, and people are going to read it and think someone like me could do better, but I never will and they'll stop expecting it. Whatever I say will be trite because anyone who is alone this much is running out of things to notice. I go for walks at night even though there's noone to make sure I come home. I'll keep taking whatever I find because I never knew when to stop. I'll be terrible at art and do it anyway because I want to. I'll stop telling people yes when I want to say no. I'll stop being afraid of things I know I can't run away from. I'll stop running away from things I don't want to think about. I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!



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  • Friday, May 27th, 2016

    by NoOne\'sPerfect on May 27, 2016

    I cannot wait until the summer. I just love the outdoors, and I want to be outside in the warm sunshine. I love the feeling of the fresh air filling my lungs when I breathe it in. *Sigh* I just hope it doesn't rain a lot. I'd be so disappointed!

    I would do other things other than being outside. Maybe write a song or a story called "Love Will Thaw a Frozen Heart."



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  • There is Nothing Wrong with Me

    by RosesAtSunset on May 27, 2016

    The heart roared with the cheers of the newly elected
    No longer siphoned by the cold and calculated
    Wandering listlessly through the burgs
    Dreaming of chi town
    Living in horse town
    Couldn't cope with cadence
    Couldn't harness templeton
    Your love was all I wanted
    But I didn't care what you wanted
    Your love was all I wanted
    And now I just want to run away to Japan
    But I never learned how to suffer
    And I'm too scared to start now
    Maybe my dreams will never come true
    Sometimes I don't know if I want them to
    Your love was all I wanted
    Now I don't want anything
    And I'm free

    maybe if I free myself
    I can find myself

    may

    be



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  • Sicilian defense

    by CleanLaundry on May 26, 2016

    today I accidently bumped into this one TA I had in this one Bio class I took back in sophomore year. 

    I had a pretty serious (at the time) crush on her. she was 28 which I thought was hot for some reason. she was wicked smart and knew a lot about terrestrial ecology and had eyes that looked vaguely like an ocelot's. I was pretty smitten. 

    one time when we were doing field research in the meadow, she arrived 45 minutes late wearing an indigo Wu Tang Clan tshirt and red poison oak rashes on both wrists. everyone took off pretty quickly after the field trip was done, but I lingered, picking thorns and burs off my socks and side eying her as she transcribed her field notes. I felt like an asswipe, for five silent minutes I tried to tell her how much I loved the song "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'" 

    a year later I ran into her at a friend's gig and she had no recollection of me or my face, which was both confusing and a relief at the same time. the whole thing was surreal. that whole month of my life was surreal. the night of the gig she earnestly asked me to order her a drink: "Svedka with drop of vermouth with a glass of olives on the side." she emphasized the "drop of vermouth" part. "yes ma'am." I felt so grown up. mature. turgid with pride. 

    until later that night:

    "oh my god"

    "what?"

    “you have those fucking glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.”



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  • A Caricature of Logic

    by RosesAtSunset on May 26, 2016

    Getting to know someone is like taming a wild animal
    We're just glorified animals

    I might've killed the next Hitler
    I might've killed the next Jesus

    Christ

    ---

    stuff i think about when I'm stoned:

    "sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
    are the dead
    rattling the walls
    that close us in." -Charles Bukowski

    Anxiety that cracks like eggs in your veins
    Sometimes the problem is that you're standing in the chalk art
    Human beings are mold in the tupperware that is earth
    You can take the girl out of the culture
    And you can also take the culture out of the girl
    Culture is not only deep rooted
    It is also transient and fragile
    People want to think their suffering is unique

    Resilience is the answer

    Listening to: You! Me! Dancing! - Los Campesinos!



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  • a camouflaged hunter

    by CleanLaundry on May 23, 2016

    a week full of rocks and thorns has me backing to the depths of my claustrophobic room, back to sending long cathartic emails at 2am to my thesis advisor, to my mother, to my best friend from the 6th grade who is now a wunderkind movie producer.

    some days I'll wake feeling weird and light and hopeful. I'll whistle that talking heads song that my friend once tried to convince me was a love ballad. I'll do laundry, I'll crack my knuckles and work and write and go to the gym.  

    one evening last week I went for a walk in the woods and saw a modern apollo and artemis arguing in the shade of a laurel tree. apollo was sporting an acryllic splattered hoodie, doc martins and dudebro raybans. he had a harmonica hanging from a rope cord around his neck, I kid you not. artemis was beautiful and disheveled and agitated. she was arguing about climate change and picking at her ripped jeans. if wood nymphs were real I swear they'd be flanking her on both sides. apollo pulled a pack of marlboros from his pocket and walked over to me and asked for a lighter, which then provoked artemis to rotate her glare onto me, which provoked me to freeze like a deer. I was scared that she'd call a pack of wolves on me or something.  apollo smirked a subterfuge smirk.

    after I gave him my lighter he said, "it's a blessin to be stressin, my friend. means you're on the right side of the grass."



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