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Jounral 1 - Imperfections by ~pikaroadkill:iconpikaroadkill:



The morning gets colder
And the music fades
Snow falls through my window
So I pull the shades

Tried to go back to sleep
But now I'm wide awake
I'm sick of suffering
From the give and the take

Breakfast tasted so sweet
But the breath mints were sour
What I wouldn't give to sleep
For another hour

Put my jacket on
Walked out into the cold
Even though I'm seventeen
I feel like maybe I'm getting old

My soles are getting worn
And my socks feel soaked
Every time I open my mouth
My words do nothing but rock the boat

Empty streets, dim lights
The moon still hasn't set
I've seen so much
But I'm just starting to get my feet wet

The only thing that feels warm
Is the hair on my head
From the hat I recieved
When I learned grandpa was dead

As I walked I saw a couple
Just holding hands
It made me wonder
"What happened to simple romance?"

In the past few weeks
All I've heard is sex
No one talks about love
Just the hickeys on their necks

When I got home
I tried to sleep it away
It seems no matter what I do
Nothing can go my way

Nothing special ever happens
But I can't complain
Why should it bother me
If life is overly mundane?

I've been up twenty-two hours
Masturbated nine times
It keeps my mind off the fact
That tomorrow is Valentine's

Won't be alone this year
Since I found true love
Even though my past experiences
Said I'd had enough

The weather brings sickness
The spread of disease
It got ahold of my love
And brought her to her knees

So I spent Saturday alone
Cruisin' the internet
Just trying to pass the time
Trying hard to forget

But now it's six in the evening
And I haven't done shit
Seems like nothing I say
Is ever taken as legit

I live with a couple
Of chaotic fools
Thank God I'm leaving this fall
To head off to school

I still love them both
Even thought they make mistakes
They just drive me insane
Every moment I'm awake

And the neighbors next door
Are raising up hell
If they weren't around
Then things would be swell

One's fucking my sister
Who's only fourteen
And the one in seventh grade
Keeps coming on to me

Why do all the girls I know
Reveal all their secrets?
Or talk to me about
Why they haven't found a guy like me yet

I'm not so sure
That I'm the best in the land
I think the real problem
Is most guys don't understand

That sex is a game
Where we all lose
But love's a sure thing
So why's it so hard to choose?

I want to go to sleep
But my bed's too small
Maybe the real problem
Is that I'm just too fucking tall

I'm not tired
But I got a long day ahead
I don't have time to think about
How I'm twice as big as a twin-size bed

So I sit here naked
Looking up to the stars
My thoughts interrupted
By the sounds of crashing cars

The only thing that keeps me sane
Is my acoustic guitar
Keeps me under control
Until I hit those double bars

Back to reality
Where everything sucks
But I can only blame myself
Because I don't believe in luck

I'm not depressed or angry
Even in times like this
But at times like this I can understand
Why some people slit their wrists

Pain reminds us that there's something
That we can still feel
It makes the heart cry
It makes the skin peel

Guess what else I found out?
Dad's having an affair
He told me today
On the way to the auto fair

I'm starting to think
That everyone cheats
Am I the only on who doesn't lie
To the people that I meet?

Is it so hard to be faithful?
Why break the rules?
We treat other human beings
As merely our tools

Am I really alone
In thinking these thoughts?
I thought we lived with virtues
Then again, maybe not

Should I become that?
Should I lie, cheat, and steal?
Should I not tip the waiter
When I pay for my meal?

Being a jackass works so well
For everyone else
Will I be successful
If I conform myself?

I'll do what others do
I'll be unoriginal
I'll be a better person
When my thoughts turn to null

But I like who I am
It's them who I hate
All I know that is true
Are the words I create

The hours seem like years
The meters go on for miles
I find it hard to believe
I'm the one in denial
©2005-2008 ~pikaroadkill
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This is that long poem I talked about in a recent journal...I actually finished it right after I posted the journal, but I lost the poem and found it earlier this week.

As for the poem, this is a collection of my thoughts over a weekend about a month ago and is based completely on the events that were going on around me at the time. Every word is true and means a lot to me, which makes this poem extra special because I'm pouring my heart out without using metaphors and symbols to the point that it becomes an original and fictional narrative poem. It's also the longest single poem I've ever written, but please read it.

Thank you for reading. I truly appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

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~ExoticIndigence:iconExoticIndigence: Mar 11, 2005, 8:04:36 PM
woof, that is long, nice job. I'm much to lazy to try to rhyme all those lines, even loosely.
~pikaroadkill:iconpikaroadkill: Mar 11, 2005, 8:11:02 PM
Thanks....it does take a lot of work

Btw...love the avatar...Hertzfeldt is a genius

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~deathschronicles:icondeathschronicles: Mar 11, 2005, 8:13:49 PM
wow, take a bow. this is the most equisite poem of it's creed i've read, i think.
should you not want crutique on this, skip to the last paragraph of this, if not, i have a few things to say.

first off, in the secound stanza, the word "suffering" almost turned me away from your poem. it's a very common refrence, lacking reedeeming qualities. it would be spectacular if you fouind a sub, and i can garuntee more people would read this through. also, there were two stanzas:
"When I got home
I tried to sleep it away
It seems no matter what I do
Nothing can go my way

Nothing special ever happens
But I can't complain
Why should it bother me
If life is overly mundane?"

most of this piece of writing is a poem, but, those two contain COMPLAINING. if you find a way to sub parts of them out, then this piece would really be quite amayzing. lol, detach from the angst and un-neccisary pain!

you have some amayzing expressions and ideas in this, and some interprising subjects. it's nicely put together. the only other thing that may need looking at is how it ends, for such a powerful poem, the ending was weak, and really kind of detached/ in dis-agreement with the rest of the poem (that last line at least) i'm sure you hate to hear that, because re-doing an ending sucks, but, that's just what i thought.

ONCE MORE! AMAYZING! you will be the first person with a sub like this i'll have favorited-or finished reading. nice job with caputring your audience. i thouroughly oppologize if i have offended me, please don't hate me ^^;

great job
-Deathschronicles

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~deathschronicles:icondeathschronicles: Mar 11, 2005, 8:17:10 PM
offended YOU* damn typo's T-T

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~pikaroadkill:iconpikaroadkill: Mar 11, 2005, 8:18:42 PM
Thanks a lot...and I truly appreciate and understand your critiques, but I do not plan on editing it. This was not a poem I wrote because I wanted everyone to read it and pit me or think I'm actually suffering. I wrote it just to put all my thoughts down on paper because it's far better than escapism through violence or drugs (note the reference to wrist slitting in one stanza). At the time, I felt that the world was falling down around me, and the common term for that would be suffering. If that turns people off so be it, but this poem was not written so that people would try to understand me. It was just to put my thoughts into layman's terms, whereas some of my other poems are based on life experiences, but twisted into original narratives.

Thank you again.

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~deathschronicles:icondeathschronicles: Mar 11, 2005, 8:26:02 PM
i had a full understanding of that. i do it to. but, it is admirable as a readable piece as well, and, for that, my way of showing respect is spending as much time (or half/ a quarter) of the time you spent writing it ^^;. i don't excpect you to change it, lol, just showing i cared ^_^
lol, i am in such a ramble today @@ sleep loss is baaaaad!!!

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I am a man of many footsteps.

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~pikaroadkill:iconpikaroadkill: Mar 11, 2005, 8:27:15 PM
Nah it's kewl...I wasn't offended. I just thought I should address your suggestions fairly.

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~CaptnBlackJack:iconCaptnBlackJack: Mar 11, 2005, 8:49:27 PM
Wow, good job byron. I'm no good at critique and shit like that so I'll just say that was great. Remember you have friends to help you out when you're feeling shitty.

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~pikaroadkill:iconpikaroadkill: Mar 11, 2005, 9:32:05 PM
Thanks man...I love you...in a non-sexual way of course...if it weren't for music and my friends i'd probably have killed myself years ago...

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