im in the average pissed off mood rite now...you know, the usual, ranting and raving, cussing (lots and lots of cussing), pressing mai ps2 controller like its not working, you know the feeling...oh rite...there was one last lil part...the poem...way of life 4...
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what (insert category below) now...
song "title/artist": hoobastank(does neone see the pattern?)
ddr song: togo project feat. sana - sana morette ne ente
im currently working on: final touches of mai poem...more targeting or more general...?
i will be doing: dinner, and maybe calling Jimi, that'll get me back to level...
im thinking: the bitch
im happy about: HA! happy? that word doesnt exist in mai vocabulary at this moment rite now!
im pissed off about: well i dont know? uh, getting a D on a quiz REALLY helps raise mai grade, oh but wait...if she given me 30 more seconds, i would have at least gotten the 5 answer points, without the work, 5 more points and i'll have a C, still bad, but at least i wouldnt have this feeling that went "clive never got to finish his quiz, how tragic"
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Pieces
~Hoobastank
Turn around and
Pick up the pieces
I, like a rock, sink
Sinking til I hit the bottom
The water is much deeper
Than I thought
Nothing to swim with
Kicking but I keep sinking
A lesson that no one
Could have ever taught
'Cause I can almost
Breathe the air
Right beyond my fingertips
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
One more push
And I'll be there
Back where I belong
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
I see the picture
Blurry but now it's in focus
A fairy tale
I purchased on my own
I finally woke up
Everything is better
A chance for me to
Open up and grow
I can almost
Breathe the air
Right beyond my fingertips
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
One more push and
I'll be there
Back where I belong
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
Suffocating sinking further
Almost everyday
Barely treading water
Knowing I will not give up
I will not give up
I will not give up...
I can almost
Breathe the air
Right beyond my fingertips
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
One more push and
I'll be there
Back where I belong
I'll turn around and
Pick up the pieces
Turn around and
Pick up the pieces
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hoobastank, pieces, go dl it and listen to it when ur in a shitty mood, it gets you into a...worse mood
now...the poem...
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The Way Of Life 4
- Clive
Some give
Some take
I’ve got people who think they can play god
Listen to this before you say anything...
You might learn a thing or two…
Its got meaning alright…
So let’s see…
They mess with people’s lives
Making them happy
Giving and taking
Making them miserable
Clouds hanging over like a canopy
Rain and thunder gives asunder
Opening the sky with tears
Bolt one, hits the nearest tree
First to stand, first to fall
Bolt two, hits the farthest tree
Young but shrewd, takes from all
Bolt three, hits its mark
Through the forest, into the dark
Into the cavernous plain, into the void
Seeking for another life to destroy
Meticulous in word and choice
Diction dark and profound
Meticulous in aim and fire
Action sharp and area bound
Knife and sword, hilt to hilt
Human nature sets off and tilts
Word that come from far and near
Changing lanes and changing gear
The faster we go,
The slower we think
The faster it goes
The slower it'll find
Find to hit its mark
It’ll find it in the dark
It looks and looks, on to see
Until it finds it, let it be
The more thought put into something
The better the result
Empathy rules all and knows all
Feels all and judges all
Know it to respect it
Try it and use it
Apply it and break the fall
So when life hangs you by its end
And you know its time to stop
Fall into this bottomless pit
Come with me on this unending drop
The eternal loop called life
Where eternity ends
Nobody will know
It courses down the path of life
I know people who think they can play god
They rip the sky asunder, and open its tears
I hate you
You and your antiquated point of view
I hate you
Times have changed and have renewed
Gone are the ways of yesterday
Feelings first mended
Now free to break
Nobody thinks of others’ anymore
Some do
Some think
I’ve got people who think they know everything
Listen again before you contradict
You might still learn something…
So let’s see…
Here you are, tripping over every rock
People come around
They laugh and they mock
Failure, disgrace, a total jest
Wuss, sissy, an absolute mess
They laugh at your insecurities
They laugh at you, an epitome
Always been the one in the shadow
Always been the one
That’s staring out the window
You’ve always wanted something more
Each time more than before
To make something of your short lived life
If only you had a second chance
Now it’s gone and you can’t get it back
No use for repent, you’ve gone off track
Thought you went through it very well
Last minute reaction
Though no chance in hell
That I’ll get an addition
Fine with me
If that’s how you play it
Just wait and see
I’ll have you wasted
Made you wished you never lived
Made you wish you were dead
Made you wish you’d give more time
To hang your life at the end of a thread
How fragile one’s life is
So sardonic is its wake
Ever harsh on its ebb
But we move on
That’s the way its gonna be
That’s the way for you to learn
That’s the way for you to see
To have everything pried out of you grasp
To have what you own be taken from you
History erased from whence it passed
Relics brought forth for further use
Items gone from further abuse
To be preserved or to be further misused
Only time will tell
For time is of the essence
Most valuable are the things you cannot sell
To runaway
Be out of the fray
Tension subsiding
Never learned to forget
This is how it’s supposed to be
Things parted without any words
Not given a fair chance
Underestimated power that works
Never very wise to begin with
Wisdom gained is wisdom earned
Deserving what you’ve already learned
Finally, so it is, and so it will be
There aren’t happy endings to this story
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if you actually read it, thk u for you time, if you havent, fuck you.
143 Jimi, always
im gone, for now...
And the wind brought Clive @ 8:15 PM
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Wednesday, February 26, 2003 |
