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One in the Same - February 8, 2005 by Kyle Michaud Laughter is the medicine to the disease of heartache. Love is the cure and also the catalyst; the first log in the fire. It’s the first step to degradation and the last to regeneration. The one thing that leads us from birth to termination. It helps us through the hard times, but also causes them. How can this be, that it’s the cure and the disease? You can travel from heartache to mistakes, disdain and distastes to first dates and kisses with intents to stain; color your face with the bright red of passion, which is also the color of decadence. This one thing, love, this one word, is the ...

Beautifully Imperfect - August 31, 2006There's beauty in imperfection, and since nothing's perfect, we're all beautiful. But, there are some, with such imperfections that make their beauty stand out. And, you're so imperfect, far from the mold, outside of the box. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, otherwise, you'll lose your stance as one of the lucky ones who has a chance. No need to change, no need to fix, what's not broken. So, listen to these words I've spoken. And, believe me when I say, "You're imperfect, you're beautiful."

Regurgitate - August 30, 2006don't look the other way when i spill my guts don't attempt to clean them up. just listen to what i have to say watch the vomit leave my mouth and try to understand. i don't know what you're thinking but i know it can't be good. as you watch my awful display of regurgitation, please keep in mind that it's all for you. don't be grossed out, don't think too hard. just listen and hear what i have to say. if you don't like it, i'm sorry, i am. but i can't do anything about it.

[Untitled]3 - July 4, 2006 by Kyle MichaudYou are the one I seek so shrouded in mystery. The one I cannot see, You'll take me out of misery. Unidentified in my mind, the story plays out. The girl with unspecified hair, undisclosed eyes, unseen lips, untouched hands. My dream girl, still not completely dreamt up. I'm waiting for you here, with hopefulness. Hoping to feel you coming my way, to finally see my greatest creation, my illusion uncovered, undenied, unraveled. The girl who puts me under, only to wake me again.