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Here I go again- Diving deep into the abyss That I call my mind. Lost in thought, Sedated by influence.
When all the world is cloaked in darkness, In the shadows of the past - Not a soul but us remains We are alone at last.
The smoke burns in her lungs, Cancerous cloud. Deep breath - Exhale the pain Forget the world If only for a precious moment.
Juha was a friend of Calin's from Finland. He owned some sort business in Bucharest and was staying in the hostel for a few days while he was trying to find an apartment. I was freshly showered and dressed some time around noon and folding my nightshirt when I met him. He was talking to a Dane named Scott, who was a story unto himself, and spoke with an uncanny Midwestern American accent.
"You want a cigarette?" Asked Calin. "Oh, we don't smokw much in America." "In Romania, we DO."
My travels have taken me far from home Deep into the souls of others I dwell in their thoughts for a bit, Some I take up permanent residence in And yet I never leave the room.
I am here for now. Enjoy what I am and who I am. For now is the only time I have and I just need to enjoy it. Put all the other things out of my mind. Don't stress don't worry. The ones that say they love and care. Well, the one that says he does most proves to me once again, He's not here. He's not with me. He is in his own life and doesn't want any responsibility. Wants me to handle all things. If he only knew what he did to me yesterday. Who said abuse has to come at the end of a fist. It als
I sit here in the dark feeling all alone.
They took hold of her mind And pulled from all directions Her world split apart But all was well... Dignity was put aside Hope was regained
The blackest night Cannot compare To the darkness within Your coldest stare.
When part of you is sad every corner of my heart hurts too, and when you can’t share your feelings with me my heart gets confused. My head knew that I was bothering you, but my heart took over me, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but sometimes I get lost trying to just be me. Too many sad thoughts were in my head that day, a boys voice that sparkled was the only thing in my heart.
wrote this on my 27th birthday last week!
this may have been the poem my pen name "cloudydaze" came from. It's at least 5 years old, probably older.

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Here I go again- Diving deep into the abyss That I call my mind. Lost in thought, Sedated by influence.
When all the world is cloaked in darkness, In the shadows of the past - Not a soul but us remains We are alone at last.
The smoke burns in her lungs, Cancerous cloud. Deep breath - Exhale the pain Forget the world If only for a precious moment.
Juha was a friend of Calin's from Finland. He owned some sort business in Bucharest and was staying in the hostel for a few days while he was trying to find an apartment. I was freshly showered and dressed some time around noon and folding my nightshirt when I met him. He was talking to a Dane named Scott, who was a story unto himself, and spoke with an uncanny Midwestern American accent.
"You want a cigarette?" Asked Calin. "Oh, we don't smokw much in America." "In Romania, we DO."
My travels have taken me far from home Deep into the souls of others I dwell in their thoughts for a bit, Some I take up permanent residence in And yet I never leave the room.
I am here for now. Enjoy what I am and who I am. For now is the only time I have and I just need to enjoy it. Put all the other things out of my mind. Don't stress don't worry. The ones that say they love and care. Well, the one that says he does most proves to me once again, He's not here. He's not with me. He is in his own life and doesn't want any responsibility. Wants me to handle all things. If he only knew what he did to me yesterday. Who said abuse has to come at the end of a fist. It als
I sit here in the dark feeling all alone.
They took hold of her mind And pulled from all directions Her world split apart But all was well... Dignity was put aside Hope was regained
The blackest night Cannot compare To the darkness within Your coldest stare.
When part of you is sad every corner of my heart hurts too, and when you can’t share your feelings with me my heart gets confused. My head knew that I was bothering you, but my heart took over me, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but sometimes I get lost trying to just be me. Too many sad thoughts were in my head that day, a boys voice that sparkled was the only thing in my heart.
wrote this on my 27th birthday last week!
this may have been the poem my pen name "cloudydaze" came from. It's at least 5 years old, probably older.
If you like dark humor, this is for you. I wrote this many years ago for my creative writing class!
**NOTE** This piece won me 2nd place in a literary contest in junior college. It was written as a dialogue project for my creative writing class....in 2003 maybe? I don't remember. In case you were wondering, I wrote this WAAAY before the windex commercials with the bird flying into the glass. I am convinced they ripped me off somehow. This piece was published in the college literary mag, and won me second place in the drama writing contest (think I got 30 bucks?).
“Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.”
She's fragile as a flower Dropping petals by the hour Tougher than she looks, The bait to your hooks The diamond in the coal, Eyes that pierce your soul.
The day rose with clarity of vision, Her smile a mask of plastic.
Lingering essence of thoughts, silver-lined Majesty, like specks of winking hope 'gainst Still, black tapestry. Words fail, so useless They seem juxtaposed with that burning surge Of feeling and intellect bestowed to Famished souls yearning to devour beauty.
Not speaking from personal experience, just an article that I found deeply moving and thought was worth sharing.
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Any man can become "multi-orgasmic". It only requires a basic understanding of male sexuality and certain techniques. Most men's sexuality is focused on the goal of ejaculating, rather than on the actual process of lovemaking. Once a man becomes multi-orgasmic he will not only be able to better satisfy himself, but also more effectively satisfy his partner.
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wrote this in a drunken stupor and yet it makes so much sense...
Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change,
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Computer viruses are small software programs that are designed to spread from one computer to another and to interfere with computer operation.
Avalon is a place widely associated with Arthurian Britain, on one or more levels, depending on whom and what you read. In the most fantastical of Arthurian stories, Avalon is a magical place, where Arthur is even now residing, awaiting a call to defend his homeland again from hostile invaders. The idea is that Avalon is a resting place of sorts for souls. Celtic beliefs of Ancient Britain included the idea that the soul never died but went to such a resting place, there to await another journey
The United States Bill of Rights. The Ten Original Amendments to the Constitution of the United States Passed by Congress September 25, 1789 Ratified December 15, 1791
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Love can make you feel like you are flying, or it can drag you through the gutter. Love can promise to be with you forever, then leave you, broken and bleeding, in an instant.
You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
Did I see a flicker Of emotion In your insensitive face? No, I guess you Just had something In your eye.
Blood in my mouth - I bit my tongue Before I could speak For so long I've wanted To make you see Inside my mind, Into my soul, Set aflame. I am nothing.
I am human Flesh and bone I make mistakes I've even fucked someone over Once or twice Maybe three times I live I laugh I cry And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
Juha was a friend of Calin's from Finland. He owned some sort business in Bucharest and was staying in the hostel for a few days while he was trying to find an apartment. I was freshly showered and dressed some time around noon and folding my nightshirt when I met him. He was talking to a Dane named Scott, who was a story unto himself, and spoke with an uncanny Midwestern American accent.
Computer viruses are small software programs that are designed to spread from one computer to another and to interfere with computer operation.
My broken shattered dreams of a boy I use to know nothing's left upon these shelves only dust because no one's home..
Nothing's right upon me because it is all of you.
Love can make you feel like you are flying, or it can drag you through the gutter. Love can promise to be with you forever, then leave you, broken and bleeding, in an instant.
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneer
I am human Flesh and bone I make mistakes I've even fucked someone over Once or twice Maybe three times I live I laugh I cry And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
They took hold of her mind And pulled from all directions Her world split apart But all was well... Dignity was put aside Hope was regained
You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
"They already started to walk away, I hardly hear from them anymore. I have already become another memory destined to be forgotten. Just another puppet left to gather dust on the shelf."
So when I walk away, with a soft kiss to your hand Let’s just say it’s a goodbye for now Since we’ll meet again, once you close your eyes, shatter away.
Avalon is a place widely associated with Arthurian Britain, on one or more levels, depending on whom and what you read. In the most fantastical of Arthurian stories, Avalon is a magical place, where Arthur is even now residing, awaiting a call to defend his homeland again from hostile invaders. The idea is that Avalon is a resting place of sorts for souls. Celtic beliefs of Ancient Britain included the idea that the soul never died but went to such a resting place, there to await another journey
Lingering essence of thoughts, silver-lined Majesty, like specks of winking hope 'gainst Still, black tapestry. Words fail, so useless They seem juxtaposed with that burning surge Of feeling and intellect bestowed to Famished souls yearning to devour beauty.
Blood in my mouth - I bit my tongue Before I could speak For so long I've wanted To make you see Inside my mind, Into my soul, Set aflame. I am nothing.
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Here I go again- Diving deep into the abyss That I call my mind. Lost in thought, Sedated by influence.
When all the world is cloaked in darkness, In the shadows of the past - Not a soul but us remains We are alone at last.
The smoke burns in her lungs, Cancerous cloud. Deep breath - Exhale the pain Forget the world If only for a precious moment.
Juha was a friend of Calin's from Finland. He owned some sort business in Bucharest and was staying in the hostel for a few days while he was trying to find an apartment. I was freshly showered and dressed some time around noon and folding my nightshirt when I met him. He was talking to a Dane named Scott, who was a story unto himself, and spoke with an uncanny Midwestern American accent.
"You want a cigarette?" Asked Calin. "Oh, we don't smokw much in America." "In Romania, we DO."
My travels have taken me far from home Deep into the souls of others I dwell in their thoughts for a bit, Some I take up permanent residence in And yet I never leave the room.
I am here for now. Enjoy what I am and who I am. For now is the only time I have and I just need to enjoy it. Put all the other things out of my mind. Don't stress don't worry. The ones that say they love and care. Well, the one that says he does most proves to me once again, He's not here. He's not with me. He is in his own life and doesn't want any responsibility. Wants me to handle all things. If he only knew what he did to me yesterday. Who said abuse has to come at the end of a fist. It als
I sit here in the dark feeling all alone.
They took hold of her mind And pulled from all directions Her world split apart But all was well... Dignity was put aside Hope was regained
The blackest night Cannot compare To the darkness within Your coldest stare.
When part of you is sad every corner of my heart hurts too, and when you can’t share your feelings with me my heart gets confused. My head knew that I was bothering you, but my heart took over me, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but sometimes I get lost trying to just be me. Too many sad thoughts were in my head that day, a boys voice that sparkled was the only thing in my heart.
wrote this on my 27th birthday last week!
this may have been the poem my pen name "cloudydaze" came from. It's at least 5 years old, probably older.
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Here I go again- Diving deep into the abyss That I call my mind. Lost in thought, Sedated by influence.
When all the world is cloaked in darkness, In the shadows of the past - Not a soul but us remains We are alone at last.
The smoke burns in her lungs, Cancerous cloud. Deep breath - Exhale the pain Forget the world If only for a precious moment.
Juha was a friend of Calin's from Finland. He owned some sort business in Bucharest and was staying in the hostel for a few days while he was trying to find an apartment. I was freshly showered and dressed some time around noon and folding my nightshirt when I met him. He was talking to a Dane named Scott, who was a story unto himself, and spoke with an uncanny Midwestern American accent.
"You want a cigarette?" Asked Calin. "Oh, we don't smokw much in America." "In Romania, we DO."
My travels have taken me far from home Deep into the souls of others I dwell in their thoughts for a bit, Some I take up permanent residence in And yet I never leave the room.
I am here for now. Enjoy what I am and who I am. For now is the only time I have and I just need to enjoy it. Put all the other things out of my mind. Don't stress don't worry. The ones that say they love and care. Well, the one that says he does most proves to me once again, He's not here. He's not with me. He is in his own life and doesn't want any responsibility. Wants me to handle all things. If he only knew what he did to me yesterday. Who said abuse has to come at the end of a fist. It als
I sit here in the dark feeling all alone.
They took hold of her mind And pulled from all directions Her world split apart But all was well... Dignity was put aside Hope was regained
The blackest night Cannot compare To the darkness within Your coldest stare.
When part of you is sad every corner of my heart hurts too, and when you can’t share your feelings with me my heart gets confused. My head knew that I was bothering you, but my heart took over me, I knew it was the wrong thing to do but sometimes I get lost trying to just be me. Too many sad thoughts were in my head that day, a boys voice that sparkled was the only thing in my heart.
wrote this on my 27th birthday last week!
this may have been the poem my pen name "cloudydaze" came from. It's at least 5 years old, probably older.
Here I go again- Diving deep into the abyss That I call my mind. Lost in thought, Sedated by influence.
Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneer
The blackest night Cannot compare To the darkness within Your coldest stare.
When all the world is cloaked in darkness, In the shadows of the past - Not a soul but us remains We are alone at last.
I am here for now. Enjoy what I am and who I am. For now is the only time I have and I just need to enjoy it. Put all the other things out of my mind. Don't stress don't worry. The ones that say they love and care. Well, the one that says he does most proves to me once again, He's not here. He's not with me. He is in his own life and doesn't want any responsibility. Wants me to handle all things. If he only knew what he did to me yesterday. Who said abuse has to come at the end of a fist. It als
If you like dark humor, this is for you. I wrote this many years ago for my creative writing class!
Computer viruses are small software programs that are designed to spread from one computer to another and to interfere with computer operation.
My broken shattered dreams of a boy I use to know nothing's left upon these shelves only dust because no one's home..
wrote this in a drunken stupor and yet it makes so much sense...
You can't break me I can only allow myself to be broken And I choose another path I choose To rise above. You mess with this bull And you'll get my horns Did you underestimate me? That's why You'll never win.
So when I walk away, with a soft kiss to your hand Let’s just say it’s a goodbye for now Since we’ll meet again, once you close your eyes, shatter away.
The United States Bill of Rights. The Ten Original Amendments to the Constitution of the United States Passed by Congress September 25, 1789 Ratified December 15, 1791
"They already started to walk away, I hardly hear from them anymore. I have already become another memory destined to be forgotten. Just another puppet left to gather dust on the shelf."
Lingering essence of thoughts, silver-lined Majesty, like specks of winking hope 'gainst Still, black tapestry. Words fail, so useless They seem juxtaposed with that burning surge Of feeling and intellect bestowed to Famished souls yearning to devour beauty.