I was looking at some old poems and I just thought I'd post a few here because no one ever really gets to read my stuff. That's my fault but whatever, don't complain. And Poetry Corner rocks. Don't think I've forgotten about you guys. I just haven't written anything new because I am lame and have no inspiration.

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You're a vision. . .
Of beauty in my world
You lips bleed truth. . .
(of me, of you)
I bleed too. . .
7/10/01

T.V. Still Sucks
Past expirience has taught me not to live in the past
But sometimes the future looks dim
So here I am, stuck in this drama
But my character sucks

I live my life as if by script
Few suprises (even with all the plot twists)
I can't wait till the end of this season
Good thing the main character never dies
2/13/02

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I wrote you a poem to the rythm of a heartbeat
You can read it if you look in my eyes
But distance blurs vision,
And time kills all hope
Like the Bearer of Evil Tidings, the minute hand races
Past infinity (and on towards doomsday)
The day will come when the fire will burn
And all will be lost in the blaze
All but the Evil Tidings:
"truth is lost in time."
9/19/02

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I'm measuring my minutes by a clock that's blinking 8:00
No (lie)
2:13 (truth)
Thanks Chris
Real time - 12:06 a.m. (central)
Wide awake.
2/20/03

Okay, so I have this friend who's totally cool. She doesn't always think so herself though, and that makes me sad. Maybe I don't tell her enough. Her name is Angie and I'm very proud of her because she is getting quite good at updating. She is like the opposite of worthless. You should meet her. I think you would like her.

- posted by Jonathan@ 8:34 PM