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Thursday, March 31, 2005

Thu, 31 Mar 2005 23:39:11 GMT

"EARTHQUAKE 1: One day after the Birth.
EARTHQUAKE 2: One day after the Resurrection.
Don't you think God is trying to tell us something?"
-Leon Lester, NSW (The Age 31/o3/2oo5)

Thursday, December 23, 2004

Thu, 23 Dec 2004 09:21:35 GMT

She sounds like she has been crying. And all at once you are alarmed and concerned and you do not know how to show it. You ask. You want to say - tell me. So you say it, and you wonder if you are being too forceful or assuming.

This what it means to be a friend, to stand back and not feel hurt when you think someone you care about doesn't want to tell you why they are hurting.

- chronicmalcontent

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Tue, 21 Dec 2004 03:30:03 GMT

don't ask questions when you don't wanna hear the answer.

predictably, her eclectic style.
what do you call it?
a sense of gary emery;
a touch of originality;
preternaturally innocent.

it's irrevocable...

Monday, October 25, 2004

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 07:09:38 GMT

Meeting new people: it is a strange and fearsome thing. You let another person into your heart and you begin to care about how they see you. She lies on her bed and the room is a plaster cast around her. She thinks about them thinking about her. What prejudgements are they formulating, what's the verdict? She thinks about what she has said, and, more so, the way she has said it. Was her tone of voice too loud, too forceful? Did she laugh too much, so it seemed insincere? Does she care if they think she is intelligent or not?

You think me proud, but I am shrinking.
She closes her eyes and lets Ani DiFranco wash over her.

distance shows your silhouette
to be
a lot like mine
a sphere
yes a sphere
and all that's here
has been here all the time

- chronicmalcontent

Thursday, August 12, 2004

Thu, 12 Aug 2004 10:22:11 GMT

I’ve found that most people, some more than others, have days where they feel like they are barely surviving through the day and barely getting by. When I think of being alive, I see more than just having a heart beat and skin and bones but more as seeing life for all that God has made it to be. All the clichés about living life to the fullest and making the most of every day had to mean something at one point, why not go back to that pure thought every once in a while? If we love our lives, the people around us, and our God, I believe that encompasses living, because all of those things are worth living for.
- Rachael Lampa
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Being Alive by Rachael Lampa

I don't wanna wake up in a crowded room
No room to move
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers sniffing helium from balloons
Cuz they got nothing better to do
You know those days when you can't hear above the noise
And all your doubts deployed
Its getting late and you're getting bored
With the status you cling to

Being alive is breathing in and breathing out
Being alive is knowing what you're gonna live for
It's waking up another morning in the arms of love
So say you will, don't say you won't give in
When love comes and when it does you're asking where it will come from
You will live long enough to learn, long as you have some love...

Do you ever wake up and find that you're
The only one that's standing still
Just part of the drill- no big deal
Today is just another thing to get through
And as the day goes passing by
I run down the list of all the things I meant to try
I meant to fly
I just never got around

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Tue, 27 Jul 2004 10:24:19 GMT

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A poem written by deathtoblue

There are times when we cannot stand to be alone
And all pretences fall away-after all, who's there to witness your breakdown, your secret weaknesses
That we all yearn to hide away from our friends
There are moments when you cannot control the urge
To break free, to run away because suddenly the life once lead has become meaningless, and empty
To whom do we blame this angry tirade and pathetic angst on?
To whom can we seek to make us whole, and renewed once more
Do you think that He cannot see what we all desperately want to bury?
Do you assume He does not know what our troubles and problems are?
Do you not realize that this burden, this heavy pack we've been carrying all our lives
Can be lifted and placed onto Him, he who never complains or deserts
Surely it is human to need and desire what we have never felt before
This closeness with an unexplained presence,
Which makes my soul cry out for more,
And my body tingle with expectancy
Because I know what can come before me
And what has happened to me
Has unexplicably lost its novelty or heritage
I only want to do it day to day
In my walk on the eternal path with Him, my King.

Saturday, October 11, 2003

Sat, 11 Oct 2003 08:57:15 GMT

Do you ever wonder
Why people do what they do?
Why they trust who they trust?
Why they portray what they feel?
Do you ever wonder
Who really chooses the punishment?
Who executes the crime?
Who carries the guilt on her heart?
Do you ever wonder
If the world is coming to an end?
If your friends are really friends?
If you are as sane as you seem?
Do you ever wonder
What's hidden behind people's eyes?
What's the solution to the indefinable problem?
Or what you could have done differently if
you'd only had the chance?
Do you ever wonder
Why you stick with it?
Who plots with you and against you?
Or if now is a good time to just give up?
Do you ever wonder
What's the point of wondering?

- Morgan Menzie, 'Diary of an Anorexic Girl'

Wednesday, May 14, 2003

Wed, 14 May 2003 10:22:23 GMT

"God is too wise to be mistaken, God is too good to be unkind ...

so when you don't understand, when you don't see his plan,

when you can't trace his hand, trust his heart."