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'I was much too far out all my life / And not waving but drowning'

About Me

I am rarely on this thing and created it out of boredem.I am a dying breed. A poet.I am a writer, only small publications through school, and I am an artist of some sorts from time to time. I am a dreamer, an hypocrite, loyal, and shy. I dance in my living room and laugh at myself. I explore, learn, stumble, fall, and get back up again.Life is truely an interesting journey in which I am just learning how to enjoy.If you want to read what is in my head you can look at my livejournal at http://xballisticx.livejournal.com/"To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour" -Blake-
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My Interests

me, you, a pen, blank piece of paper, an empty highway, sounds, words, the universe, flesh, kisses, just ..., what goes bump in the night

I'd like to meet:

Myself on a dark dusty road.

Music:

There are two types of music, good and bad. My interests change with my moods.

Movies:

Horror, Thriller, Noir, Drama, Suspense, Comedy....anything f@#ked up I will enjoy

Television:

Try not to watch it, I buy DVD versions of the good parts.

Books:

Heart of Darkness by Joesph Conrad, The White Hotel by D M Thomas, My fathers unpublished book of poetry, Beowulf, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, Mennoch the Devil By Anne Rice, Wars by Timothy Findley, Spellbound by Christoper Pike [It was the first novel I ever read and took me 6 months to read] Frankenstien by Mary Shelly, American Gods by Neil Gaimen--ANYTHING BY NEIL GAIMEN--House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski, For Coloured Girls who have Considered Suicide When The Rainbow is Enuf a Choreopoem by Ntozake Shange, {the}space{in}between by the Students of 3420 [includes me!],this list grows

Heroes:

Joesph Conrad, Niel Gaimen, William Blake, My Father, My Mother, Grandma Doreen RIP, Aunt Vergie RIP, Auntie, my friends, my love, myself."We are not now that strength which in old days/ Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;/ One equal temper of heroic hearts,/ Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will/ To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

My Blog

Something I have been working on

She Dreams of Jumping   she has been trying to sweat out her thoughts again if only she had the courage to soar toward the outstretched sun defying the teachings of elders melting wax along he...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Mon, 28 May 2007 09:15:00 PST

I felt as a urban rat to write a poem about the beauty of the city

Evening in the City                                 . ..
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 11:24:00 PST

This one actually got published! [In my school paper]

I deleted the sounds and words today, The ones written in false hopes to win my untrue heart. The ones selected from a vault of static to seduce me further. I discovered I was not the only one. There...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:25:00 PST

More words that carry deeper meaning

In Memory This place is a tomb to me now.  This is where you threw all who had wronged you against the wall.This is where you threw my body against the wall.  Your identity had f...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:17:00 PST

Inspired by the Man in Black

 I can see it risingby Rachel Osolen I can see it rising,I can see it near,Can you see it falling,Do I have to scream a little louder dear?  In the distance I can see youIn ...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:15:00 PST

Something I am still toying with

Words -Rachel Osolen-  Evening's fading into night, Sky scrapers burning bright. Screeching tires score the scene Leaving evidence of a dream.Of all the moments, in all our lives. This i...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:10:00 PST

More words I have been working on

There is blue on your cheek.it's as if you broke your pen leaking onto pale paper all words written forgotten hours of work destroyed yet I can not keep from noticingThere is blue on your cheek....
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:59:00 PST

A poem

Where You Are Now -Rachel Osolen- The air is heavyWeighted against my chestSix feet of soil packed overThe sky greyHolds little solaceThe windNo whisper...
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:57:00 PST

Procrastination is an art skill

So I never use this thing....maybe I will start.Possibly.I think it is time for a major life overhaul.
Posted by »¤BâLLï§t賓« on Thu, 15 Feb 2007 12:41:00 PST