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Sunday, March 05, 2006

"Don't be in a hurry to condemn because he doesn't do what you do or think as you think or as fast. There was a time when you didn't know what you know today."

 

Malcolm X


Monday, January 02, 2006

rippled water and constant rainfall.

droning dripping down pour surrounds the dim city.

the beginning of the rest of our lives

being open face and bold in an attempt to recap a life no one knows.

developing in a home where nothing was concrete has immense affects.

the middle child,

I became jan

always thought to be the one with the "great personality".

yearning to always be that but more.

one day

years departed

now here in hindsight trying to figure out the past

eating disorders followed suit back then

not because my family had crumbled and been thrown back together

my lack of sense in self,

was because I wanted to please that who I couldn’t

to you,

I will never be who she is.

she never loved you more, but different.

I only wanted to be what you wanted.

you say motivation was the drive behind your defamation

you will never see how you affected me.

tainted by ill blood.

the child of a mother with a deadly sickness.

hepatitis c became the unsightly image I wore

years dissolved

the accumulation of education that was how the summer began

the summer I will never let go of, but have ceased to relive.

I began a love affair that still holds me now.

jonathan became the prisoner of something he could not stop.

the one most like me morphed into a self indulging and destructive being.

and I could do nothing.

I told your secrets and you told mine.

again was were ripped apart

the savage captors of our existence bared their teeth.

my body empty and longing for rest.

my depression found its way swiftly back into my life.

I had not felt that pain since our patriarch had slung me into such years before.

I wanted so bad for you to come back jonathan

but we found our annihilative tendencies together.

yours often worse than mine, but we found solace in such.

your breakdown shattered the tidy image our family tried to falsely proclaim.

the silent villain coursed through your veins with ease.

midnight calls and visits

but no one was alright

the broken relationships you had, forced your abuse.

the police and warrants chilled us, who loved you, to the bones

once so beautiful, now so drawn.

then one day,

you were gone.

threatening suicide had caused for panic.

I wanted to visit and hug you

but that only happened once.

now minutes changed to days and your sobriety is in full swing

I found I became the brunt of all outrage in our home.

the only questionable child left

jayna was the picture of perfection to them.

arguments and break-ins

they found me.

I wanted someone to understand, but who would.

I wanted to be free, but they would never let that happen.

they wanted to stunt my growth and maturity.

wanting me to be what I wasn’t.

I will never make them happy.

I believe they will always find something to let them down.

nonsense began the argument that pushed me to the edge.

she yelled and he did nothing.

she hit bottom and me all in a moments passing.

I felt broken and scared, but this time, I would not give in to them.

I moved out and in.

he held me when I cried.

now, here I am again as I was when I was little.

I just wanted to please you, to be loved by you.

but I guess sometimes we cease to get what we long for.

one day, years from now, my hepatitis will no longer haunt me.

I will be cured and have a family.

you will look on and see what you missed.

and you will have missed out.

I will always love you

both.

but I have lived in this to long.

I need to live my life

you are only angry because you cannot live through me anymore.


Friday, November 11, 2005

the darkness shades our bodies intertwined,

hiding the disheveled shame that fills us both.

 

cigarette smoke burns my eyes,

saturating the room in death.

 

the hanging noose swings

times song it sings

 

the uncovered mess bare in his arms

allowing anger and rage to build

 

who knew he would react

 

harrowing and traumatic is the tale,

both lives executed;

his living hell.


Wednesday, October 05, 2005

hmmmm. things are good.

i can say for the first time i am in love.and it is amazing.

the fair.

halloween.

my boys. oh my darling boys.

pray for my brother.

 

 

Currently Listening: Metropolis Part 2: Scenes from a Memory
- really all should listen to dream theater


Monday, September 12, 2005

it is so weird how time changes, but is seemingly left the same. i am not the girl that i was last year. i am different. i can truly say these moments in my life are my brightest. i must confess, i am in love. i do not know if that is merely the reason for such happiness, but i would not be too surprised if it was. i want a cigarette. i do not think this not smoking buisness is going to help, although i wish it would. i still not fathom how it has been four years since we were bombed. four years. so much has happened. i still remember where i was and what i was doing. it is funny how moments like that never leave you, always imprinted in your mind.
for my first college paper, i wrote about matt. about how we met and how everything fell apart. in doing this, i thought it would bring this amazing closure, but i still have not found it, sadly. at times, i even go as far as beating myself about not being able to forget it. why does it bother me. so many people i know went thru the same thing and they seemingly do not think about it. it fears me to talk to them even. i even thought i saw him the other day and i got that sick excited feeling that faded into disgust because i knew in my heart it wasn't.
i guess i hate that i have seemingly (which seems to be my word of choice today) have lost touch with everyone. i knew this was inevitable, but it just so surreal. when i look at myself, i still see the same soft face i did when i entered high school. so unaware of people. but so much has changed.
sadly, i have many trust issues due to people i have placed my worth in. but i am overcoming that, because eric is perfect. he really really is.  i thought i had been in love before, but it was never like this. never. i do truly wish this to be a relationship i look back on in happiness. and i already know i will.
sappy huh, and so not me. but alas, i think that well i know it is true. so hah!

well politcal science is about to gather so i must scurry.
Genji waitressing tonight.
 !YEAH!



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