tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16707123144178577232024-03-13T09:41:38.544-07:00A Symphony Of Chaosmimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-1486972797121416342010-06-04T23:49:00.000-07:002010-06-05T00:00:54.339-07:00Grasping the line of insanity; toeing the boundaries of beauty<br />Too far gone to be what she “should be”<br /><br />Loving eyes, with meaningful ties<br />Embrace the broken to break them anew with their lies<br /><br />Fingernails black and bloodied, studded, ebony overwhelming<br />A heart that is loyal eyeliner conceals<br /><br />A guise that defends; a means to an end<br />Keeps heartbreakers at bay prevention is key; just pretend<br /><br />By Mical Edstrom©mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-53023510363987371002010-06-04T23:46:00.000-07:002010-06-04T23:47:46.467-07:00Burning, stinging<br />Bleeding, ringing<br />Happy, so surprising<br />(That I’d ever turn out like this)<br /><br />Wondering, dreaming<br />Wishing, drowning<br />Easy, who’d of thought<br />(That I’d ever turn out like this)<br /><br />Staring, glaring<br />Stunning, hopeful<br />Funny, nobody guessed<br />(That I’d ever turn out like this)<br /><br />Controlling, directing<br />Deceiving, gladly<br />Everything led up to, yet nothing foretold<br />(That I’d ever turn out like this)<br /><br />By Mical Edstrom ©mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-52377552050179578662010-06-04T23:44:00.000-07:002010-06-04T23:46:04.907-07:00I wonder if you gaze at the stars<br />And I wonder if it’s the same for you<br />I’ve lied and wrecked as many hearts<br />As the stars of the night<br />This exposed ambiance<br />Bares my every fear<br />My every guilty lament<br />My every sick craving<br />I can't bear the feelings that arise<br />When I perceive this naked magnificence<br />Goading, messing with my head<br />Slithering into my stomach<br />It dares me to reveal myself<br />Shrinking my every dream,<br />Each hope and warmth,<br />Amplifying my demons<br /><br />Oh, their hopes and dreams<br />I shattered<br />In a haze of self-pity<br />In anger I threw your smiles<br />Into the flaming pits of my regret<br />From the broken grasp of my love<br />I ran away, and you came after<br />Until you saw I didn’t want you<br />I couldn’t let you make me better<br />I wish you would know<br />Its not you, it is me<br />I can’t stand my pathetic weakness<br />Wretched and feeble<br />Corrupt and depraved<br />Can’t stand how I smiled when I broke your heart<br />I can’t stand how I watched myself<br />Fall apart<br />Fall away… fall into forever<br />Alone and so unreachable<br />Salvation unattainable<br /><br />By Mical Edstrom ©mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-33024891301210060362010-05-16T19:10:00.001-07:002010-05-16T19:10:03.543-07:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/the1movement" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/the1movement</a>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-52055791048739665252010-05-16T18:57:00.001-07:002010-05-16T18:57:10.807-07:00formspring.meAsk me anything <a href="http://formspring.me/the1movement" target="_blank">http://formspring.me/the1movement</a>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-61563488687733800022010-03-24T10:56:00.000-07:002010-03-24T10:59:36.165-07:00Please, please, please<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px; "><h5 class="activityHeader" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: url(http://x.myspacecdn.com/Modules/HomeDisplay/Static/img/commonIcons022.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: 0% 0%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Today iGive is donating $1 to TWLOHA for each new sign up. After signing up all you have to do is visit a store <b>(no purchase required)</b> for the $1 to count. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">[[[90 seconds of your day will work towards promoting hope and finding help for those struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide.]]]</span></b></span></span></h5></span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-45589171441419186212010-03-23T19:07:00.000-07:002010-03-23T19:08:31.536-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">There she goes</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); ">There she goes again</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"><div style="text-align: right;">Racing through my brain</div><div style="text-align: right;">And I just can't contain</div><div style="text-align: right;">This feeling that remains</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">There she goes</div><div style="text-align: right;">There she goes again</div><div style="text-align: right;">Pulsing through my veins</div><div style="text-align: right;">And I just can't contain</div><div style="text-align: right;">This feeling that remains</div></span></span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-45338815506353248592010-03-23T10:56:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:05:52.946-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Some people are passionate about baby seals and endangered cockatoos or whatever, but I'm passionate about people. Did you know that a suicide occurs approximately every 17 minutes in the United States?...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">( found at: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/228467/17_facts_and_statistics_about_suicide.html?cat=5 )</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">[http://www.whispy.com/suicide-help.htm]</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 153); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span style="color:#660099;"><p align="center">Suicide is not a solution,</p></span><span style="color:#800000;"><p align="center"><span style="color:#660099;">Suicide is an end...</span></p></span><span style="color:#660099;"><span style="color:#800000;"><p align="center"><span style="color:#660099;">Before a solution is found.</span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660099;"><br /></span></p><p align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-weight: 800; "></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660099;"><h1 align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660099;">“Suicide is not chosen; it happens when pain exceeds<br />resources for coping with pain.”</span></h1><h1 align="center"><br /></h1><h1 align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; ">[If anyone ever needs to talk, I'm here, and I'd love to.]</span></span></h1></span></span></span></span><span style="color:#660099;"><span style="color:#800000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#660099;"></span><p></p></span></span></span></span></div>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-18914686294042999322010-03-23T08:07:00.001-07:002010-03-23T08:08:08.039-07:00I found this post in a quite interesting myspace page, so I'm quoting it:<div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; ">my life revolves around:</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 15px; text-transform: lowercase; ">blowpops, laughing until i cant breathe, movie line text messages, senior fears, painting my toe nails, picking flowers, driving like a maniac, watching 90s cartoons at 3 in the morning, dreaming about marrying strangers, shitty ex boyfriends, eating a deck of cards, fantasizing about being famous, meeting strangers from the internet, planning my next tattoos, taking pictures of myself everyday, singing along to songs i dont know, hooking up with old friends, midnight food-runs, never leaving my phone, dancing around my house in my panties, smoking pot, having a foul mouth, spending my empty weekends with my brothers friends, hating my family, talking to the voices in my head, chewing my nails, wearing skinny jeans in 120 degree weather, slapping on guy deoderant, living off of soup and salad, wishing i liked my clothes better, jamming safety pins through my lips, waking up hungover, drinking water, always having my ipod with me, refreshing myself with perfume every hour, riding quads through mud puddles, crashing boats into sandbars, wanting to travel the world just for food, forever wondering about matt, living with my stepmom, moshing at concerts, memorizing entire movies, losing my temper, counting everything, being paranoid, living with cancer, wanting to fuck seth rogen, burping, fidgeting with my hair, trying to find out who my real father is, always being cold, stretching at 1130 at night, loving oldies songs, being an 80s fanatic, loving huge sunglasses, choosing fat guys over skinny ones, wanting to be skinny, being a recovering drug addict, enjoying theatre class, buying extension mascara, having ocd, secretly wanting to be a teacher, wanting to go to the boardwalk, being a hopeless romantic, being lactose intollerant, making bad decisions, duct taping my shoes, having petty arguements, watching antm and bravo all day, wishing i had a thick scottish accent, having naturally red hair, loving spicy food, getting money sent to me by my sisters, regretting ever seeing him naked, popping my knuckles, loving hipbones, cliff jumping, hating the sight of fish touching in water, barely graduating, wanting 800 dogs, hoping i marry rich, always having to pee, thinking about becoming amish, sharpening my teeth, not acting on homicidal urges, wishing werewolves were real, being in love with andy dick, playing the violin, swooning over ufc fighters, writing on my skin, dying to thizz, hating twilight, getting lost in dark alleys, always in constant motion."</span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-72539232256487460832010-03-22T19:29:00.001-07:002010-03-22T19:29:57.428-07:00I have been thinking a lot about tats lately. :Pmimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-22119470867051484212010-03-22T19:28:00.001-07:002010-03-22T19:29:01.884-07:00Sometimes I really wonder how I get myself into it all. I am self-diagnosed bipolar and I can't make up my mind.mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-76128886305320072512010-02-13T20:29:00.000-08:002010-02-13T20:53:52.944-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', ', Courier, monospace'; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 16px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; ">Ask me anything you will: http://formspring.me/the1movement</span></i></p></span></div>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-79332910473454303232010-01-24T12:44:00.000-08:002010-01-24T13:03:34.991-08:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">A gust, a breath<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Life's abandoning draft<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Hollow corridors<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Stony<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Drained<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Freezing<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Hearts pumping, pause<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Dwell in fear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Desolate souls afraid<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Frigid<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Deadened<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Silent<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">A whispering wind<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Warns of decease<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Void eyes cavernous ears<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Discern<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">Perceive<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Georgia">So heed</span></p> <!--EndFragment-->mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-90316301758322716472010-01-02T19:23:00.000-08:002010-01-02T19:27:57.747-08:00I Wish I Had The Moves To Sweep You Off Your Feet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_066Hnp_fpoE/S0AOA38EscI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kP5lN3Y4POY/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_066Hnp_fpoE/S0AOA38EscI/AAAAAAAAAWg/kP5lN3Y4POY/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422349359532782018" /></a>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-42210324238200034402010-01-01T18:52:00.000-08:002010-01-01T18:54:18.954-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_066Hnp_fpoE/Sz61LyrnhmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/t2Qm9r2dGe4/s1600-h/IMG_4263_2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_066Hnp_fpoE/Sz61LyrnhmI/AAAAAAAAAWY/t2Qm9r2dGe4/s400/IMG_4263_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421970215588562530" /></a>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-21638652695893767002010-01-01T18:33:00.000-08:002010-01-01T18:34:20.407-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">you say come all ye weary, and when I can't walk to you on my own, you run and you find me. how do you love me?</span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-22763870749294298322009-11-28T23:55:00.001-08:002009-11-28T23:55:42.073-08:00Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.<br />~ Epicurusmimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-71578186600856055582009-11-28T23:51:00.001-08:002009-11-28T23:51:56.913-08:00It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.<br />~ Italo Calvinomimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-20124381878382373592009-11-24T13:21:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:22:19.459-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><div>ONE©</div><div>By Mical Edstrom</div><div><br /></div>I am one of the girls<br />Who needs to be strong<br />Even as he hits me<br />And says its my fault<br /><br /><br />I am one of the marred<br />Who will never be beautiful<br />I hate myself each second<br />And as I’m leaning over the bowl<br /><br /><br />I am one of the fake<br />A dancing facade of happiness<br />Longing to be pieced back together<br />To no longer subsist in hopelessness<br /><br />I am one of the broken<br />Drowning in my fear<br />Consumed by the oppressive monster<br />Whispering in my ear<br /><br />I am one of the wretched<br />Lonely and misunderstood<br />Crying out to the echoing ocean<br />Desolation’s flood<br /><br /><br />I am one of the loathsome<br />Wanting of grace<br />Awkward and impossible<br />Merely an ugly face<br /><br />I am one of the swindled<br />My obsession is their lies<br />I’ve devoured their propaganda<br />The demise if my life<br /><br /><br />I am one of the desperate<br />Lost and unconvinced<br />Their spiteful insults loop in my head<br />I shall die in this hideous skin<br /><br /><br /><br />I am one of the naïve<br />My eyes follow you walking away<br />You relish the stunning, the faultless<br />I’ll never attain the love I crave<br /><br /><br /><br />I am one of the defective<br />Never shall I know your approval<br />So I waste away into petals of sorrow<br />My love forgone, I’ve lost all hope<br /><br /><br /><br />I am one of the feeble<br />I’ve whimpered and cowered<br />I’ve silently begged for your love<br />But my prayers die unuttered<br /><br /><br /><br />I am one of the shattered<br />Never to be redeemed<br />I’m lost in the feral illusion<br />Just one of the innumerable host unseen</span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-49443459573449192372009-11-24T13:19:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:21:33.504-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><div>Fear©</div><div>By Mical Edstrom</div><div><br /></div>My heart henceforth shall be defeated, shattered<br />I shall be forever concealed<br />From your healing touch<br />From your love, I so fear<br /><br />The walls so looming<br />Indestructible, the confines I loathe<br />Yet the binding is my own fear<br />An asphyxiating betroth<br /><br />Intimate relations<br />Of love and hate<br />Destiny of fear and anger,<br />Loneliness claims my barren fate<br /><br />Unyielding chains, my terror<br />Has tied me to an anchor in the sea<br />My gruesome nightmares<br />Bind me to ghosts, never to be free<br /><br />Vacant of passion<br />My heart is so cold<br />A dilapidated shell<br />Of sorrowful remorse</span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-55408846397445297672009-11-24T13:18:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:19:33.709-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; display: block; direction: ltr; text-align: left; "><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; ">I Hate Me©</div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; ">By Mical Edstrom</div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "><br /></div><div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; ">'A voice of remorse shrieks in my ears<br />It whispers of self-hatred, the lonely years<br />It sighs breaths of disgust, my ceaseless fear<br />Contempt its self, detests me, thrives on my tears<br /><br />It mocks and derides me, of it I shall never be rid<br />Coiling amidst my thoughts, self-loathing it bids<br />It is consuming, so selfish, loving forbid<br />It has caught up, wherever I’ve run or hid'</div></div></span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-21058523363176754492009-11-24T13:17:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:18:35.935-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "><div>Truth in Love and Song©</div><div>By Mical Edstrom</div><div><br /></div><i>For there is no lie<br />In the music<br />May the omnipotent song<br />Be my life, be my magic<br />When I am alone and searching<br />May wailing cellos be my refrain<br />As I watch and I long for you<br />May the thunderous ivories<br />Be my escape<br />May the nefarious tango<br />Be the cadence of my heart<br />Through the ecstasy and pain<br />As I run and I quaver,<br />Let the resonating strings be mine<br />Let the majestic harmonies<br />Be mine as I waver<br />May I dance to the tune<br />Of a thousand voices<br />And may I know the sound of verve<br />May I my life be a waltz<br />And a symphony of chaos</i></span>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-30993318519043747212009-11-24T13:10:00.000-08:002009-11-24T13:13:32.683-08:00<div>Untitled Poem©</div><div><br /></div>I’ll never cry<br />For the salty ocean is mine<br />For the heart you’ve broken<br />Has befallen numb in time<br /><br />The lead in my mouth<br />The dry swollen sob<br />Won’t escape me<br />So help me God<br /><br />So my fingers will croon music<br />Out of that old grand’s keys<br />I’ll lose myself in the sigh of the song<br />A moment, so fleetingly free<br /><br />I shall love the refrain<br />And on the water I’ll lie<br />Singing to the wind<br />An honest, lonesome cry<br /><br />The petals of the sky<br />Will betroth me in peace<br />The ribbons of the rain<br />Will be my release<div><br /></div><div>Shattered, I rest</div><div>My bellowing heart shall respite</div><div>And the beads of convalescence</div><div>Shall inflame me to heights<br /><div><br /></div><div>By Mical Edstrom</div></div>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-31598314884708224462009-11-19T14:49:00.000-08:002009-11-19T14:50:55.384-08:00No-I don't think your boxers are sexy...No, no thankyou. I don't fancy a first-class view of your boxers.mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1670712314417857723.post-77749500492453678032009-11-19T14:43:00.000-08:002009-11-19T14:44:30.957-08:00Is what you do, who you are?<div>Are the thoughts in my mind, reflective of who I am?</div>mimihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17516361865207413248noreply@blogger.com0