Emily. - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I'm Emily.
Please leave me alone. I wish to be pure.
i love music as a form of art, ritual, and reflection of self, mainly grundge, things that end in adelic, indie, things of that nature.
I live in the breath between words in which seems to go unoticed by most
I'm really down with being natural and I feed off freedom
Courtney didnt do it.
i love swimming around in natural bodies of water.
I love watching thunderstorms under bridges.
I like tea. With bubbles too.
i'll dwell in the sun as long as i can, which is never as long as i expected.
i like naked feet.
i am a 9 in numberology
i like to see the world through kaleidoscope
i like the feeling of exploring while the city is asleep
i write poetry and i am a songwritter, influenced by my surroundings and experiences and the simple beauties such as a blade of grass.
i am not influenced by logic. i am influenced by my insticts.
Intellectual and philosphical thoughts are the only ones worth thinking in my opinoin.
Jim morrison and Kurt cobain are the definition of true artists and poets. they felt strong feelings and transfered it into sound, I wish to learn from them.
These are a few of my favorite things.

My Interests

music. poetry. feeling infinate. long drives with nothing to think about. art. sunshine daydreams. human emotion. philospical thoughts. the unknown. the subconscious mind. stars. trees. water. bare feet. flowers in hair. concepts and ideas that are out of the ordinary. time travel. poets.

I'd like to meet:

myself, in a dream.

Music:

nirvana
the doors
modest mouse
pink flyod
at the drive-in
afroman
the animals
silversun pickups
bikini kill
jethro, aqualung.
expolsions in the sky
ugly casanova
regina spektor
iron and wine
bjork
the butthole surfers
Eels
Strawberry Alarm Clock
Daft Punk
the cranberries
yo la tango
the red hot chili peppers
beck
the velvet underground
blind melon
bright eyes
the clash
elliott smith
nine inch nails
the mars volta
sublime
yeah yeah yeahs
sex pistols
smashing pumpkins
queens of the stone age
daniel johnston
robert johnson
hole, yeah..i know
versus
spoon
grateful dead
neil young
death cab
tom waits
ramones
coco rosie
bad seeds
cream
dylan
meat puppets
white stripes
violent femmes
bob marley
jimi hendrix
janis
interpol
tool
flaming lips
paul simon
radiohead
postal service & more

Movies:

Pulp Fiction, Fear and Loathing, A Scanner Darkly, Apoc. Now, Brick, Last Days, Blow, Clockwork Orange, SCL Punk, Domino, The Doors Movie things of that nature

Television:

Documentarys, The news. Not very often.

Books:

No one here gets out alive,howl, the long island expressway, hemmingway, An American Prayer, The New Creatures, On The Road, Opening the Eye.
allen ginsburg, william blake, friedrick nietzche, baudelaire,

Heroes:

kurt cobain, jim morrison, beethoven, nietzche, The Godfather.

My Blog

outside the supermarket.

it is about half past 12, i can tell by how the sun hits the sky. it feels later. this worn wooden bench is harder than it looked. i watch the hustle of traffic in the parking lot. everyone is swarmin...
Posted by Emily. on Wed, 13 Jun 2007 11:24:00 PST

the loss of all logic

you speak smooth and slow and quietly just enough so that i have to direct my focus on you. a very clever mechanism i must admit. and with your words i am put into a dream. thoughts whirling and twist...
Posted by Emily. on Mon, 21 May 2007 04:20:00 PST

This Sun

this sun seems to be helping me growas it swells in the sticky skyit oozes into my skinmaking me shineand with its warmthcomes warm feelingsthat soak out of my poresand tumble out of my mouthi am a ph...
Posted by Emily. on Sat, 12 May 2007 08:44:00 PST

The soft vibrations outside.

the soft vibrations outside sound like a secret symphony and they are making me questionwhere they hide thunderwhen it is away.the rain collides with every solid mass giving it a new rythm to breathe...
Posted by Emily. on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:50:00 PST

Dotted Line. A Poem About a Person.

Dotted Line. at that point in time i could have thought about you all day everyday just the inflictions of your voice or the placement of your hair then again, i tend to ov...
Posted by Emily. on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 12:06:00 PST

Anddddd yet again, MORE poems. they are progressing.

the first one is called, old. old as of 2/1/07 2:26:06PM EST.I am 15 years old.I am 190 months old.I am 825 weeks old.I am 5,774 days old.I am 138,590 hours old.I am 8,315,425 minutes old.I am 498,925...
Posted by Emily. on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 11:12:00 PST

More poems i suppose...

Soap. Restless souls, the stars are ours tonight, Seek out the shadows and fear the light, Words flow out of our mouths only in plurals, As we construct our midnight murrals, Along soft highways d...
Posted by Emily. on Tue, 09 Jan 2007 11:43:00 PST

poems and songs.

this ones called one place. sitting upon, the glaciers of time, and the rain it falls, just like you and i. the sun, it shines, down hollow halls, you are what you see. And a ghost handed me so...
Posted by Emily. on Sun, 10 Sep 2006 04:59:00 PST

dreams under the influence

the horizon assembles a pink and orange bed. for the decsending sun to transition to red, a bloody red pupil in earths sleepy eye as we wait patiently to escape into the night. touch my open infection...
Posted by Emily. on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 02:19:00 PST