Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in amaro_takes77's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
9:16 pm	Another march towards an enivitable letdown. Smile! So yeah this could hurt this could leave scars that will affect my dreams. This one's too close to home but man it feels great. Is it sad that I look at it that way. Well I do think too much from time to time but I dont think im the only one. So is anybody up for more of my poetry? We are perfection beyond mistakes the worlds full of people to blame just follow along and lie to the mirror imagine what it is you dream and scream with your toes but dont cause a scene their looking, their wispers, their wisdom of infinate candles waiting for memories to burn again, looking for you to give their lips reason to exist, to breathe as they feed off of beauty that does not belong to them. How dare we stand above the fleas. Oh sorry let me grab a mirror better to your liking, the one I have has seen through me and burt my hands and its cold and dirty around the broken mirrors and tear stained faces, standing faceless as our society adjucates our lives. Well thats all for now. You insomniacs (wes) have a good night and call me if you decide to have a smoke before you go to bed. Night (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 19th, 2005
11:12 pm	the last and first night "I'ts the first day of my life" An hour a second away from momentary lapses in reasoning but you gotta do it for you. Dont worry if that last line makes any sense it does to me. She is so damn cool! Every day is a suprise with her. Smile it could change the course of the sea and flow with it happiness to where you want to be. And I will be sure to tell all my friends. It takes alonely one to wish that they had never loved at all. Im just a short distance away. I am an endless source of useless unformation. P.S. I love you all (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 9th, 2005
8:50 am	fueling the spaceship(smiles come with suprizes) So I guess I have been sitting around (waiting to win the lottery) but I think I may have found someone who's worth (trying to earn a paycheck). By the way This has nothing to do with money. I feel really strange because her smile makes me feel like i've won the lottery but I still have to work for it and I can see myself doing that. I was really just happy the last two days and I cant get her off of my mind its crazy but its really great and Wes if you tell anybody who Im talking about(before we are technically togeather) I will give you concrete shoes for your coming back to school present. I'd like to take the back seat on this one but that wouldn't help, what am I saying there's no way in hell I'd watch this like a movie. I want good things to happen I feel like I have a chance for them too and If it fails it fails but not without one hell of a fight. Thats all for tonight I wish everyone a good night especially (********)Goodnight! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 4th, 2005
7:24 am	a home for requim. Inside another tunnel, parading banners of rain, sliding around unscathed for the battle of requim. perpitrate my trust, what else is new lie about whats love and lust for the benifit of you. um thats all I have for you now! bye (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 28th, 2005
10:26 am	It hath been a long time I do believe over a month has passed. Alot can happen in a month. I have made good on kenny's new years resolution, however my own failed I tried to quit smoking and now I smoke more than I did before I tried to quit. Ohwell I'll worry about it in about 20 years when its too late. I have had alot of time to write more poetry. I am currently supposed to be writing a paper on "Death of a Salesman" but I really dont want to but its the last day that it is due. So of course I will give in to what I need to do. However I think its sort of sad when you meet someone hang out a couple of times and then its like they dissappear, they vanish, and they never say hi anymore it sucks. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, December 3rd, 2004
10:45 am	another sometime or maybe Hello again. I do have to say that I appreciate that when they made computers that they didn't put mirrors on them I dont really think I could stand the look of myself. I have vurtually quit eating this last week, have stopped the breathing, the talking, lost some sleep every night has demanded at liest for me to be awake till at liest 2 in the morning or so. I am such a bastard. Well maybe a little bit more abuse to the body and I'll snap out of this. I hope so. Sincerely the unfortunate poet P.S. Love to all (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
7:53 am	This one's quick Ha ha ha, This one's a quickie. well its about 7:50 and I have to go to class in about 5 to 10 minutes and that really sucks. Sorry for the really long entry last night. Two poems in the place of one. What a loser I have no life, no car, no money, no job, sometimes not even a pen and thats the one that scares me. At liest I have all my fingers and toes and am not missing an ear or genitils. Well talk to you people later. P.S. Love to all. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
6:33 pm	the unexplainable happy and sad poems of the evening! Hmmmm Dec 1 it really doesn't seem possible. I kind of feel robbed every time I turn around. I notice that time has raped my sense of time every once in a while and I feel soo empty. I doesn't seem to really matter what I do it never stops. Here's to all you happy aspiring poets. My best attempt at someting happy because of someone who doesn't have a clue! Thankyou Cause I know me By The unfortunate Poet A moment attacked by your smile. Rocking in the wind with my omnivorous eyes and the ticker's slowing and waiting for anything. For an outcry! As my ticker stops Your holding my time in the palm, fassened to the tongue of written words. I'd pardon every penny between rose pedals and your fingers pulling strings and kissing my ears with the sounds of your emotions. and even cliche! If I made it there. To inside your head, to make you remember the refined, majestic memories of the best nights spent. Of how much you dont have a clue. You seem to appear at vonerable moments. And just as resplendent, disappearing from another raptorous dream. And I remove this laughter Cause I know me and I know you'll never know. And that's the way I'd have it. Kept Best As A Dream. Ok so thats poem one that one goes out to someone but you'll never know. Ohwell Its been a really interesting day and Im glad the sun finally went down. If anybody could get some sangria and bring it to me I would love them forever and promise to have their children and to give sexual favors when ever they wanted! :) Anyways here's to those who live with memories they hate. This one's not complete but its what I've got for now. P.S. this poem doesn't read like most its in paragraph form. Enjoy pail of black granite by the unfortunate poet and I will use this pail of black granite. Even after the diamonds grate away the concrete covering wings below me. Tarring the once white wings voicing their love to a now tainted sun. Go and drink and gulp the cascading water and ask a thousand erasers of minutes far gone. They never come like the bang of a drum six months and twenty sets of shuffling feet naked and gone. Falling trees coming to pass machines promising love! Organic like fossils holding together time in a piece of the sun, coarse and brittle to the pepper seasoned fingers on the inside of another wrinkle. So powerful like a song dedicated to an unforgotten hemmed memory churning the lackies of a now black tainted pail full of granites. The comatose of another dream dropping me 5 miles south of the unearthen bottles I think can save me.(However I always preferred the gliding brush) Astrnomical emotion touching the depths arrayed in perfection by some seal playing with gloss of stars. Lost, LOst, LOSt, LOST, in the all powerful wisper belonging to everyone who's given a chance! Waved down in dissallusion, however a false hope worth giving into. Well. What do you think? God if I could ever meet anyone who understood most of what I just said. Then I'd throw down cynical and throw down the wall protecting me and give it one more go. If only If only. Guy, Girl it doesn't matter if they could look at that and read and tell me what I meant I'd be theirs. I would never be an unfortunate poet ever again. Oh the things I could dream about:) I almost want to cry at the possibility. I can see it now a bit of sangria an occasional back rub with fingers parading across my spine. Oh um I mean I cant give all my secrets away. And lastly before I go I want to say thankyou to everybody who said hi today I love you people to death and I mean every word of it. Have a Refined, Majestic, beautiful, resplendent, Marvelous, suvelte evening. P.S. Love to all Current Mood: curious (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 27th, 2004
12:12 am	12:30 and time for poetry! Well the day has been good. I just got done replying to comments on my last entry. First, shout outs to great people like Wes, RJ, Mehron, Liz, and Eric. You people are true superheros! Ah everyone has gone to bed and I have poured myself a nice glass of Sangria wine(which is flirting with my tastebuds right now) and I might be in a slight disposition cause it's not the first glass. Darn! It feels like poetry. So I wrote one at dinner cause I wanted to write something happy so dont expect to much. One to Disregard By The unfortunate poet Red balls dancing like Gypsy's through the soft tracks of my baby's toes through intentional imprints of snow. Lights caroling on a finally quiet street full of giving lovers, and others, and neighbors. And dinner remedys completeing puzzled memories. Drowning in seas of wrappings and candy saplings, as I sit back and allow myself to be washed away and cleaned by laughter. As I recall and relish in 18 years of the most beautiful moments i've seen come to pass. Ah the innocence that holds hope for the dream of a passionate forgiving world. And I close my eyes and think what a christmas this will be! So yeah um I guess I can get away with that. It was my moms birthday today so my dad let me borrow his truck(cause mine's still in the damn shop for body repair)(maybe I need body repair? Yeah something else I need for contemplation NOT) anyways I drove up with my sister gave her b-day presents and we went out to a movie and dinner. It could have been worse! She enjoyed herself so I guess thats all that really maters. I talked to Erik earlier and he said he would call me before he went to bed but I dont think he's going to be calling. Its getting a bit late for most people. I personally live for this three hour period I have written some of my best poetry durring this time. Mmmmmmm I love Sangria. Its nummy. Yes I did just use the word nummy. Erik how do you spell your name? Is it Erik or Eric? If you dont get back to me I might just have to give you a nickname or something and that requires use of the laziest muscle my brain. Hurry cause I'm currently killing brain cells. Yeah Im currently going on three hours of sleep and doing pretty good. The writing's gone to hell but even that doesn't matter to much cause you have to be good. I think RJ and Mehron do better work. Now Ani Defranko she kicks ass. Thankyou again RJ! Well if anybody is still crazy enough to be on I should be up for about two more hours or so, and I love late night phone calls. Hint, HINT. Yeah I gotta go write something. See you crazy superheros later. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 24th, 2004
11:12 pm	Another way, Another day I know as a poet I could bitch about alot of things but tonight has been great I went to see some old friends, got invited to a weekend of fun with them, had tea with my grandparents(who came from montana for thanksgiving), Spent time with my little brothers, god I love them they have this natural way of changing my cynical views to some more hope and remembrance towards how important and precious life can be. Yeah I know Wes the only thing you can say what I queer and well you're half right. What does it matter if other people know? Is it going to make things worse? I dont really think so. But well who knows. And for those refering to that person A Im sure he would be very flattered to read all of your entries. As your friend I hope things eventually work out. And Im working on some Ideas to fuck the words that made me their whore. Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago. I thought about using it for peotry slam except I threw the thought away as soon as I got it. I hate to audience to fucking much to let them get this close to me so here goes. I mean every line By Amaru And you will never know how much I hate writing poetry Yeah I know what A hypocrit How disrespectful how could I Your only seeing the shiny side of this double sided blade I dont write because I want to I cant stop, I cant even stop the bleeding on this end how much is it going to take for all of you to see I am the kind they talk about they warn about the whore being fucked by my own words and not getting paid hurting those with memories of my existence I was sitting in a chair staring through a mirror and trying to stop breathing AND NONE OF YOU KNEW while the damn teacher blabbed on about some great show, I sat there holding off air watching every part of me claw for passage for forgivness I am what you're afraid of hold your children and cover their innocent ears and eyes cause im not leaving till after the bang! dont expect mr to smile when Im done I changed my mind I WANT you to hate me I WANT to be an example for generations tread softly but whole-heartedly and excuse me for what I have to do I never wanted to hurt or loose any of you but the world always turns time goes by and people are forgotten I am truly sorry I cant live up to all the great Ideas I had the music's still flowing and people still talk and eventually I WILL be forgotten and dont come to me later expecting me to be what you consider better cause I cant stress enough that if I had a gun I'd play splatter with my brain when this is done so finally everyone could understand how much I mean every damn line I bet I have your attention now You sick people is that really what it takes? I am beyond the comprehension of every emotion mixing. I'll do it for all of you Just ask cause it's the only thing left I have to care about And I've lost it! yeah id be really great if someone called me cause although Im having a good day I'm treading to close to that spot in all the nights and times I fear and hate. But no-one will get this for days. However I promise I dont want to kill myself anymore. Its funny you think about it then you talk to one person and you no longer can but you really feel like shit because now you feel like a selfish bastard and once again you can look around and smile at a moon that holds no promise of being there tomorrow, but you know that only the hopeless make it that way. So the beauty is there and you should never take that. Well signing off goodnight good bye and remember that the only responsibility a poet has is to write a good poem and masterbate in bed. And that is what im leaving you with. Current Mood: its late what else would it be (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
11:07 am	Another day spent sifting through the madness Bukowski is such an awesome writer I admire that man so much! Too bad he died in 96. It truly is a shame when good writers die. Then your left with what they have left and now you can only enjoy what has already come and you no longer can look foreward to whats to come. Im slowly accepting that thats just the way it goes life gives you something to look foreward to but then takes it away or you push it so far away it doesn't matter. Like bukowski I will spend another day sifting through the madness. (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 16th, 2004
6:15 pm	So failure's still funny! As my very first entry I would like to post some poetry. There becomes a point when failure isn't funny anymore like waking from a dream when you would have staked your life it was real to find a bench and paper your only comfort and feel so moved to tears but your afraid one more tear would leak the last bit of soul your screaming to keep. And you used to think the moon a benelovent sight from white lattice window's and safety of your home. But you threw it all away. Its not done but there's what I have so far. (Comment on this)