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Ryan
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50 posted 12-13-2000 11:08 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

It snowed, it actually snowed.  Finally.  A real snow that cancelled elementary school and everything.  I remember, it flurried the day after I made my post wishing for snow.  Then, it just started snowing for the last week.  God, I love snow.  It's wonderful.  It's like a time machine.  It takes you back to a time years ago when you were eight and snow was gold.  I can't wait until finals are over at the end of this week and I can go home and be eight again in the snow.

I can't see the leaves on the ground anymore because of the snow.  They're either hidden under it all or still refusing to come down from their trees.  I'll have to come up with something else to intrigue me until next fall (b/c the snow will not melt, don't even think that...no one should go jinx this one moe now).

More on the weather now.  I love Kansas.  Kansas is the greatest place in the world for a meteorologist.  110 degree summers and 0 degree winters and tornadoes all spring.  For example, last week:  one day, it was 20 degrees out and sunny, the next day it was 60 degrees out and sunny, the next it was 20 degrees out and snowing.  I love this fickle weather.  It laughs in the face of everyone who thinks they can explain it yelling out, "Ha, I'll do whatever I please."  You can't explain it, you just have to respect it.  No matter where I end up in life, I'll always come home to the rolling plains of Kansas.

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac
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51 posted 12-14-2000 02:36 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

The minutes do float by very fast when it's late at night and there is Phish on in the background.  I'd never noticed that before.  Okay, that's all.

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac
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52 posted 12-14-2000 03:37 AM       View Profile for Justbleu   Email Justbleu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Justbleu's Home Page   View IP for Justbleu

Well Hi there Ryan...I truly have loved this thread and hope to return often to read and add my permanence to this great space.  Many little things have come to mind while I have been lingering here for the past half hour or so reading the permanent thoughts that have transpired across this screen over the last several days.  Oh excuse me I almost forgot that it is now 12:39am PST here in green and wet Oregon.  This wonderful winter season that seems sooo WET.  My second winter here in Oregon and it just rains and rains.  I find it interesting when I'm used to seeing snow.  But, ya know what it's kind of nice to hop on my bike and go anywhere anytime on it throughout the year b/c there isn't any snow to contend with but then again what does it matter when you get soaked to the skin in the pouring down rain and don't even own a pair of rainpants to wear with the lonely raincoat that mildly helps.  There is only one thing sometimes I just ramble on and I start thinking I'm not making any sense whatsoever even though I occasionally go back and read what I've wrote and it makes perfect sense.  Hmm....Time!!!  Somehow I have a feeling that time is a manmade illusion...unable to find the words to express this at this time...but maybe at another time the words won't be elusive to me like they soo often seem to be.  Then there are those nights........ the ones that should have never ended.  Spending all night talking to a friend and all of a sudden you realize you have to be up in 2 hours to go to work.  It can be a great day or one of the worst depending on how the almost neverending conversation went on that night of only two hours of sleep.  If it was a nice one the day seemed to be great despite the lack of sleep because it inspired you and gave you the energy to be walking on air where nothing tires or bothers you.  On the otherhand if it was a BAD, not so good conversation with someone you just want to sleep and forget that you even exist, praying that you die in your sleep cuz, you don't in any way shape or form intend to get up and face the day especially on only 2 hours of much needed slumber.  What is this???I just wrote because, b/c, and cuz throughout this piece of uneventful piece of ongoing ramblings.  Well, I think this will be enough for this moment of time.  What a relative term    Goodnight, and Bon Nuit!!!  

Bridgette    


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53 posted 12-14-2000 08:43 AM       View Profile for Justbleu   Email Justbleu   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Justbleu's Home Page   View IP for Justbleu

Here again....for some reason I decided to change my quote.  It's now 6:05am PST.  But, I went to bed!!!     Didn't appear that I had...but I did.  Decided to wake up and come peeking my head back into the forums this quiet and dark morning.  Seeing what interesting things have been happening....but it seems not too much cuz, most people have been snoozing and probably still are at this moment.  Anywayz, all for now.  

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Strangers
Nobody knows we love
I catch your eyes in the dark
One look relives the memory
Remember me
The way I used to be

-Robert Smith - The Cure


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54 posted 12-14-2000 08:08 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Hehe, okay, now, for this post, I am simply going to gripe and complain.  But first, I did want to commment on your idea about time being a man made illusion Bridgette.  A friend of mine once had a theory that time doesn't really exist.  Of course, now I've forgotten how it goes, so I'm not gonna butcher it.  Maybe I'll remember to ask him and then put it up here.

But anyway, on to my complaining.  My room decided to flood today.  How wonderful, isn't it?  I live in a dorm room right next to the bathroom.  So some workers decided to break a water pipe in the wall between my room and the bathroom.  And then, there was water on the floor.  It was just grand.  So, I sacrificed all 2 of my bath towels to drying up the water.  Having solved that problem, I decided to wash and dry them.  Little did I know, all the dryers were SMOKING.  It isn't very comforting when the dryers have smoke coming out of them and the washer next to you looks like it's going to vibrate so hard it falls apart.  But I took my chances on the drier anyway.  You'd think that 45 minutes of drying could dry 2 towels and 2 socks perfectly fine.  But no.  The towels dried, but not the socks.  Anyone want to explain that?  Anyone?  Stupid driers.  Oh, yeah, and I have my last final tomorrow plus I still have an essay to write.  Of course, I'm compounding the problem by teaching myself how to snowboard on 15 dollar snowboard from walmart tonight on a hill outside of my dorm.  Oh well, that means a 3am essay writing session, which means this thread might have an active night.  There, I did find something good in all that crap.  Yippee.

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac
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55 posted 12-15-2000 05:22 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Hm.

Er.

First I have to let my first reaction out...

~smothered sympathetic laughter~

Why is it we laugh at another's misfortune when the scenario is a little, well...odd? Like the other day - here in NZ a man went pig-hunting (shudder) and, on having a pig 'cornered' he had his rifle on the ground (who knows why) and his dogs milling around him. Anywho, one dog named Stinky (dear god in heaven) milled around with particular accuracy and consequently stepped on the rifle's trigger, which promptly went off. Stinky the champion, I mean Stinky - blew his owner's foot to pieces. Now believe me - I laughed. I laughed uproariously...in fact - so did most of the country I believe. Stinky I am sure is now a local legend...and it is the opinion of many that he shot his owner in reparation for his name.

The pig got away.

Now, you see - wet towels and socks, and shaking driers - it's quite a combination for hilarity. I'm sorry - but there it is. And you wrote it in such a way that it possibly became funnier...

I remember when I was an idiot and shrunk my favourite wool jersey (I think you call them sweaters)...and tell me this - how can two socks go in and only one come out? How is this possible? It makes me think of parallel universes...

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56 posted 12-15-2000 07:24 PM       View Profile for LoveBug   Email LoveBug   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LoveBug

Snow... it must be nice! I live in southern West Virginia, and we have only seen dustings and flurries all year. It's more than we usually see before Christmas, so I guess I shouldn't gripe.

This Wednesday, everyone said that there was going to be a big blizzard. I was at my church, practicing for the Christmas play, when we heard rain! It was like God was playing a little Christmas prank on us. Instead of shaking snow off of our boots, we were ringing out our coats! It was so disappointing. I thought for sure that we would get a few inches. It was 20 degrees all day, and suddenly it goes up to 50 and starts to rain! It even smelled like snow.

(BTW, there is nothing like the smell of snow. If you just closed your eyes and walked outside to smell snow, you would think that you had died and gone to Heaven instead of just walking out into this grungy world that we call home. When it smells like snow, it's like the world is just right for one moment...)

Anyway, we are supossed to get a big blizzard on Sunday. I hope so, I have a big project due on Monday, and I am NOT looking forward to it. We had to write a story about a knight from King Arthur's court, and we have to read it in front of the class (with accents and everything!). Reading the story with my well-practiced British accent will be fun, but I just wish that I had a decent story to read! I wrote about Sir Persival (the knight that brings Arthur the Holy Grail). Everyone else wrote about Lancelot, so I chose Persival. This is the first time I wrote anything "folk-taleish", so I just hope I get a decent grade.

Grades. That's the reason that I'm online at 7:15 on a Friday night. I should be getting ready to go out, but all of my friends (and I mean all) are grounded. Report cards came out, and they all failed at least once class, and one failed as many as three. They aren't stupid or anything, but this year has been really tough. I've stuggled myself, but I managed to make the B honor roll.

Anyway, I think I've rambled long enough. I'll probably be back later!  

"Where there is great love there are always miracles" -Cather
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57 posted 12-16-2000 04:40 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Well, I'm quite tired and should sleep since I'll be awake again in a few hours, but I think I have time to expand what happened during the time after my 3 am essay writing session.  Let's see, at 6 in the morning, a phantom phone call woke me up.  I didn't even bother to pick it up, so I will never know who it was.  Then, odd noises in the wall kept me awake, which was really annoying.  Around 10 that day, I managed to dump snow in my car and then almost fell on some ice.  Soon after, while loading stuff into my trunk (semester is finally over, so I was getting ready to head home for winter break), my keys decided it would be funny if they got themselves locked in the trunk.  Oh, yes, it was quite funny and I could even hear them laughing.  But, I had a spare key, so the joke was on them.  I just had to get a spare room key and go up to the 6th floor and get the key and then back down.  Oh, the humanity.  After all this, I remember standing on the sidewalk laughing uncontrollably for who knows how long.  It was great.  The rest of the day just got better.  So yeah, now I'm going to bed.  Maybe tomorrow I'll have something prophetic or wonderous to say.  Who knows?

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac
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58 posted 01-01-2001 05:31 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Well, it's been almost 15 days and I'm still on the first page.  That's good.  I really should be sleeping right now, but I'm not tired anymore.  I was tired about an hour ago, when everyone else at the New Years Party I was at started slowing down, and when given the choice between a hard couch and my waterbed, well, the choice was obvious.  But then, I listened to The Police on the way home.  They're just one of those bands that I can makes me take the long way home just so I can listen to more.  Anybody else have bands like that.  I think Pink Floyd might qualify, but I left all their cd's at kstate.  Too bad.  Dark Side of the Moon would've been good tonight.  Or Wish You Were Here.  Yeah, that would've worked.  Or The Wall, or maybe Meddle.  Heck, I should just name off their entire catalog.  But even more than Pink Floyd, The Police make me want to keep driving.  "Roooooxanne, you don't have to put on the red light.  Walk the streets for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right."  Or how about "Walking back from your house, walking on the moon.  Walking back from your house, walking on the moon.  Feet don't hardly touch the ground, walking on the moon.  Feet don't hardly make no sound, walking on, walking on the moon."  Oh yeah.  If the Police were still together, and Bob Marley was still alive, they should do an album together.  That would rock beyond all definitions of rockingness.

I just realized I might make it until five am.  The post time will be after five, but that's the wrong time zone.  I've only got 40 minutes to go.  That would be nice.  Last New Years I made it until 6 or so, and then only gave in b/c everyone else had.  At 6 am, the walls talk.  I might've mentioned it before, but oh well.  I can sit in the silence (or our defintion of silence in the age of background noises) and listen to all the little creaks and groans of the house.  They speak of the fleetingness of a moment, and so many other things.  You can hear the inner-most ruminations of the pipes.  I once tried to write a poem about that, but I couldn't quite caputre the idea.  Someone could, but not I, at that moment.  Actually, I wrote two poems on the general idea.  One though, was written in the dark and is not really a poem but more of a statement, and a great one at that.  But I don't think I'm allowed to say it here.  Too bad.  It makes me laugh for no apparent reason everytime I read it.  Oh well.  But it does remind me that writing in the dark is quite liberating.  No boundaries to constrict, no nothing.  Just pencil and paper that you can't see and thoughts that you can't see.  Seems kind of appropriate, doesn't it?

My dog is sitting in her kennel, looking at me, like it's sleep time.  But I never see her asleep.  I think that dogs do all their sleeping as puppies and then never sleep again in their lives.  I've never caught a non-puppie asleep.

And one last thing before I go, just b/c it came to my mind (I wonder if anyone has even made it this far?).  Has anyone ever seen the Martin Scorcese movie "Bringing Out the Dead" starring Nicolas Cage?  If so, I'd like to know what you think.  If not, you should watch it.  I personally consider it to be the best movie I've ever seen.  Bubye for now.


Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac
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59 posted 01-01-2001 09:33 PM       View Profile for LoveBug   Email LoveBug   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LoveBug

Well, I can't say that I've seen that movie, but I can relate to you with the New Year's bashes. Last night my friend just had a handful of us at her house, but that was enough to make our entire town turn their drunken heads and stare at us for being the crazy freaks that we are. At midnight, we streaked across the neighborhood!!! (Who says that underage people can't ring in the New Year in style!) We stayed up playing crazy games, from "spin the bottle" to consulting the Ouija board about our futures as professional singers (lol) until about 8 am. We watched MTV's bash about 5 times in a row that night! I was the last one to fall... and the walls really do seem to talk. My friend was carrying on a conversation with her pet snake by 6, and another friend fell asleep on the staircase at 7. We weren't drunk or anything... we had just burned up all of our energy until we were senseless blobs. My friend kicked us all out at 10, before her parents stumbled home from their party, and I slept until about 4pm. It kinda sucks considering that I have to get up at 6am Wednesday to go to school... but hey, you only live once!

Happy 2001!!

"Where there is great love there are always miracles" -Cather
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60 posted 01-25-2001 01:55 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan


BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oddly enough, I don't think that helped more.  Not quite like really screaming in frustration.  Oh well.

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac




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61 posted 01-25-2001 03:40 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Yeah - and look what you did to the screen matey!



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62 posted 01-25-2001 04:33 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Huh, what did I do to the screen?  I don't see anything wrong.  *grins innocently*

Ryan


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63 posted 01-25-2001 04:44 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Sneaky...sneaky...

K
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64 posted 01-25-2001 04:55 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Hehe, what do you mean?  Sneaky about what?  *grins*  But shouldn't you be sleeping right now?  Heck, I don't even know what the time difference is.  What time is it in New Zealand (did I even spell that right?  I'm just one more damn ignorant American  *grins*) right now anyway?  See, we're back to the original topic of time zones.  Like a circle.  How symbolic.

Ryan


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65 posted 01-25-2001 05:08 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

HEH

It's 11am!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAA

Oh dear...too funny...

ahem..
(and you are STILL being sneaky...just bringing it back round...)

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66 posted 01-25-2001 05:13 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

OH - and New Zealand is beautifully correct - just don't say New ZEEland...I DETEST that..

it's New Zehland...

ok?

~grinning~

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67 posted 01-26-2001 12:42 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Well, I learn something new everyday.  I will make sure that Americans never mispronounce New Zealand again.  That will become my mission in life.  Until I find something else that grabs my attention.  Hehe.

Ryan

I should sleep now, but it's only 11:30.  So if I don't sleep, I should do the work that I really need to get done.  But I don't want to.  What a conundrum.  I love that word.  Great word it is.


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68 posted 02-05-2001 01:51 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

It is dead, and I can do nothing to save it.

Ryan


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69 posted 02-18-2001 10:43 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

A revival:

Interstate 70: Lawrence - Manhattan

First, Iowa Street, one of several veins that are the life-blood of Lawrence. A beautiful four lane road, wide and spacious, the perfect suburban trail. Soft orangish streetlights and late night gas station neon, and not a car on the road. Odd for midnight in a college town. And then, the toll booth, take the ticket and Lawrence is soon a fading memory of the highway. The highway is dark, but not empty yet because Topeka is coming soon. A nice city, and the capitol of Kansas, but it presents a dilemma I have everytime I go through it. Save a quarter on the toll and take the main route through downtown, or take the extra price and take the bypass. On this late, cloudy night, the empty suburban bypass route sounds comforting. It's a little reminder of home while Kansas City is falling further and further away on the map. And after a quick trip around the silent Topeka, it's fifty miles of emptiness. Not a car ahead of me, not a car behind me. Just myself, the fading, staticy radio stations and a gas gauge slowly inching toward E. A race for home. The miles slowly slide by, and the rain comes for a while, and then it leaves. Comes back, leaves again. It's all silent and I'm left wishing gas and time were as endless as this highway. My exit comes, the last exit you could call it, or the only exit. I don't have another choice, because even all alone at 1:30 in the morning on a deserted interstate in the middle of Kansas, you can't just ditch life. It still holds on, so there's really only one exit that I can take. And that is what I take. Nine miles north through the most beautiful rolling planes in Kansas, and then Manhattan's outer reaches curl around me, embracing me back home. Another few minutes, and I'll be home. It is like there are two lives I lead, and this is my home, but only when I am here. And when I'm away, that's my home and Manhattan seems years away. But right now, Lawrence and Kansas City and old friends seem years away, and a different life beckons. Like I said, the only exit I can take.

(this jumbled mess was brought to my mind by a line about long straight roads from one of Severn's poems in Open 12)


Ryan
Some notes of explanation:

Kansas City lies on the eastern border of Kansas and the western border of Missouri. My hometown (suburbs from the Kansas side).

Lawrence is about 25 miles west of KC on Interstate 70. It's home to the University of Kansas.

Topeka is about another 20 miles west of Lawrence and is the capitol of Kansas.

Manhattan lies about 50 miles west of Topeka, and 10 miles north of I70 (via K177). Home to Kansas State University.

Interstate 70 stretches from Washington DC (I believe) to somewhere in western Nevada (once again, I'm pretty sure). It runs straight through Kansas, making major turns in the north/south direction only twice, and never for more than 20 miles or so. It is a straight shot through the heart of the state.


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70 posted 02-25-2001 02:29 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

The first storm of the year came this morning, knocked on my windows and woke me up at some ungodly hour that doesn't even exist on a clock. My eyes opened because of the of that sudden crash of thunder, the kind that keeps your blood pumping like your 10 years younger again. But they stayed open because of that steady pitter patter, pitter patter of rain on the window. All alone, in the last wisps of night, and the rain is beating on your window, bragging, saying the sun will be up soon, but you won't see it (the rain never remembers the sun always wins).

There hasn't been a storm in this state for four or so months, but now there's a change in the air. It's not winter anymore, but spring. Even the rain is warmer, doesn't freeze straight through to the bone. And it brings back memories, and it brings up the future.

Spring is a transition, between the cold empty winters we know, and the summers we want back to live again.

Personally though, I'm ready for spring break. Suits me just fine for now.


A different topic that's been in my mind for a while now. I've decided that sleep is a lot like controlled, temporary death. We purposefully choose to take ourselves out of the world we know, for no other reason than we need to. For those hours, as in death, we stop existing in the living world. And if coming back from the dead is anything like being woken up by an alarm clock, I can understand why no one does it.

Ryan


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71 posted 03-26-2001 08:04 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

It's not a curse to remember the past. No, definitely not a curse. But I think it is a curse to remember the past fondly. Then it makes you look at the phrase "to forget the past is to condemn yourself to repeat it" and wish you could forget it. Then would you repeat it? Nobody would know without finding out. Is it worth the price I wonder? I don't think I'd want to forget my past and then find out I couldn't relive it. And then what would I have. Some clothes, an old harmonica, and a mission in life. Well, maybe that's not so bad.

Ryan

"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac

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Sounds like theres a poem in there somewhere, Ryan!

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The first storm of the year came this morning, knocked on my windows and woke me up at some ungodly hour that doesn't even exist on a clock. My eyes opened because of the of that sudden crash of thunder, the kind that keeps your blood pumping like your 10 years younger again. But they stayed open because of that steady pitter patter, pitter patter of rain on the window. All alone, in the last wisps of night, and the rain is beating on your window, bragging, saying the sun will be up soon, but you won't see it (the rain never remembers the sun always wins).
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Dee

I wish you every happiness and may you always have the best of the good things in life. a brand

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73 posted 05-27-2001 11:08 PM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

Well, um, I took the first year of college, and I'm still alive.  That, I guess, is reason enough to celebrate.  I saw Groundhog Day with Bill Murray today, and realized what a fine line it walks between comedy and horror.  I think I would lose it completely if nothing I ever did mattered.  But I liked it when one of the characters pointed out that's what life is anyway.

I saw the streetlights last night, and they had an orange glow, the color of skin as a matter of fact, that convinced me suburbia isn't the death of society like everyone says it is.  It's more alive than anyplace I've ever seen.  You just have to be awake at 3am driving on the roads to see it.

And I miss the Alley like I miss Jeep Wranglers and soccer games and lightning crashing and Pearl Jam summers that signified the end.  We need a place to complain (not my first choice of words, but I like it better than five *'s) and moan and scream in frustration at the mundaneness and desparation of it all.

Ryan


"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac

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74 posted 05-28-2001 03:32 AM       View Profile for Ryan   Email Ryan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ryan

I found this searching some old archives (perhaps the web is more permanent than I once thought).  I think it's kind of interesting, so I thought I'd stick it up here.

It's hard to forsake
something you worship,
and it's even harder
to forget.

My ideas here seem to have been growing thin lately.  I'm not sure, but maybe I'm going to let this topic die gracefully and just slowly slip away.  At least, until the next time something strikes my fancy and I bring it back.

I've always thought immortality would be a bad idea.  I would get so lonely at the thought of things never ending.  It is almost as scary as the prospect of someday things ending forever.  But what if you could come and go as you pleased?  Rising from the grave whenever death got a bit boring, and then going back when the things that had to be done were finished, and there was nothing left to do.  I wonder if people would ever come back (to life or death...I guess that question could go both ways)?

Ryan

"ah, little girls make shadows on the sidewalk shorter than the shadow of death in this town--" - Jack Kerouac

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