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The bitter taste of the Starbucks coffee was hardly a concern. Normally, Chris would complain about how it tasted a bit processed and that he wasn't about to put in a fifth Splenda, but today wasn't one of those days. Today was the day Chris needed to rest himself, his mind, and his heart. It's been a while since he has had to make a decision he believed would mark the rest of his life. He chose to be answerable or accountable, reliable or dependable, and to be focused on one thing. Responsibility. For a person. This person wasn't as any person, as he just agreed to be there for that person. Through thick and thin, and for as long as need be. As long as possible. It his Erica, his girlfriend, for Pete sake, but he felt, in some way, now tying the knot. No ring, no Bachelor's party, no wedding, no reception, no Honeymoon. Married. He felt married. "Since when does it feel this bad?" He thought to himself, "Why am I not happy? Do I not love her?" His coffee cup, cardboard, bony white with green, Mother Nature logo, was still in his right hand. His cell phone in the other. The most important phone call he might ever had, on the most typical day. It just hit him that the taste was sitting in his mouth, getting worse as it dried up as he left his jaw hang while in plaguing thought. He hasn't been responsible for anything in so long. He's gone to college, he got his degree in English, he worked his way into Grad School, but that was just passable to him. He could've decided to live his life extremely different. His parents had money, they were happily married, and it seemed that they haven't lived a hardship since Chris's Appendicitis scare when he was fifteen. And that was because it was a camping trip. Yes, he felt lucky to have survived, but he isn't traumatized by it anymore. It was a medical emergency in the middle of the woods, and it was treated. That's it. But this, this was something different. He repeated the words in his head, and he didn't like them. He didn't believe himself. It wasn't true to him. "We're having a baby. You're going to be a father." "How do tell someone that on the phone?" He said out loud, realizing he spoke too loudly. Some people looked up, then went back to their original preoccupation, believing it was just better to leave the lone coffee drinker to settle his own stress. It's the smart option: someone is in distress, so best not to get involved and let them handle it. It's their problem, they'll sort it out. Heck, they might become a stronger person. And when they have kids and grand-kids, that person can help them through that stress because life blessed them with the opportunity to learn from trial and tribulation. "Kids?" Chris whispered in thought, "Grand-kids, even?" The thought of it made his head spin like a dreidel. He wasn't going to let his kid do this in life. Not make the same mistake. "Mistake! No! Not a mistake! He is not going to be a mistake!" He shouted in his thoughts, "He is a blessing! A wonderful surprise!" He looked down at his coffee, still bitter, still warm. Then Chris realized that he just gave the baby a gender. He realized he subconsciously wanted a son. He thought of the baby as a boy, and not only just a boy: his boy. His son. He imagined a tiny newborn, so adorable and so at rest, with not a care in the world as he cradled the child in his arms. He wanted to protect that little one. His little one. He was going to grow up. Get his first baseball cap. Become a Yankees fan because he wanted to be different, and to tease his old man when the Sox lost a game to them. And they would play catch, and he would go to school. And he would study hard, and he would work hard, and he would be a great athlete, and would go to college. And Chris wanted to love him all the way. And even if he didn't do any of that, he would support him. If he got bad grades? Help him out. If he didn't know how to work? Teach him. If he wasn't good at sports and liked acting or singing or whatever? Help him become more then he imagined. If he was gay... well, even then, he was going to love that little boy that he once held in his arms. And at church, or at barbecues, or at parties, he would wrap his arm around the boy's shoulders, bring him up to his friends, and say, "Hey fellas, I want you to meet my boy." He laughed to himself and thought, "I love the son I don't even know I'm having. Oh, my gosh." He chuckled some more. The entire time he was sitting there for at least an hour. His butt felt numb, and he realized he was sick and tired of Starbucks' ###### chairs. Their natural glow and fake wood panels. Their funny way of saying sizes like Grande and Venti. Most of all, he was tired of buying the same burnt and bitter coffee and hating it, then coming back the next day to buy it again. It was a habit. It was ritual and he just realized it. Here he is, right now, sitting in a Starbucks, not doing anything. Now, he has to do something. He is going to drive to Erica's house and tell her that he was going to stay by her. Through thick and thin. He is going to tell her that he was going to take responsibility, and he was going start making changes in his life for this child. The boy he never met, but loved so much. He got up from the uncomfortable chair. He grabbed his coat. He took his coffee and headed to the door. He dropped the half-empty coffee cup right into the trashcan and watched it fall like a rock. The lid opened up, and the brown liquid spread out and released itself from the cardboard prison. He stepped out of the cafe, and he took a breath of the crisp, fall air and felt the chill go up his spine, and underneath his skin, feeling every one of his hairs stand up with pride. He swallowed, and remembering the taste of the past, knowing it would be the last time he ever would. His phone began to ring. "Chris, I'm so sorry. I read the box wrong." ~AA
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Soundproof Skull By Arch-Angel (please whisper) The white room empty, But the walls all cry, The roof nearly collapses, Under the weight of truth and lie Over one billion decibels, And no ear to hear, Thoughts tightly contained, Holding back dry tears The wails of pain, When visions are of violence, Cannot be drowned out, By shrill shouts of silence The mind eternally insomnolent, No abeyance or charming lull, Sound beyond sound, piercing flames of ######, The Curse of the Soundproof Skull. ~AA
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Harmony/Melody of Something by The Beatles This song goes out to anyone who suddenly, somehow in our mature ages (of near adulthood), feel like this for someone again. Something we haven't felt since our pre-teens. FLUNKING by Arch-Angel How do you write a song for this girl? When no Shakespeare can do her justice? How do you write a song that shows them... They say love is easier than math, But why am I failing this class? It's like my heart has never known, What a love like this can do to it, Do you have any idea what you do to me? They say love is easier than math, But why am I failing this class? Stop asking me where this'll go, I have no clue, God only knows Will I take her out to dinner and a show? Time will tell, 'cause I don't know It's like I'm back to age twelve, Because I don't know if she likes me back, I'll write her a song instead, to see if I go on in her head They say love is easier than math, But why am I failing this class? ~AA
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Two nights ago, around 1 AM, I listened to Dusk and Summer by Dashboard Confessional, and I decided the only way I was going to sleep is if I write a poem. This goes out to anyone who's lost the person they cared for, the person that made them breath in happiness and breath out all the pain, the person they loved. She kissed your lips, And she hugged you tight, She ran her fingers through your hair, And whispered, '"It will be right." She meant some day, You'll be together, The months will come and go, But you won't wait forever. That plane took off, Your heart went with it, You kept her words like a treasure, That no gold or silver could ever measure. You got her letters, She missed you dearly, Even in the cold winter days, Her love for you never went weary. You seen other girls, All different types, But you never faltered, In each lonely night. It was nearly a year, And not a word since September, Then you got the news, It happened the seventeenth of November. It's easy to die, When you don't have to stay, To watch him weep, Because you passed away. He leaves you a rose every year, At the place of your first kiss, You both were nervous that day, And your lips nearly missed. That day you promised, When you both were dead, You'd stay not on Earth, But in Heaven instead. And he grew old, Through the sands of time, So he could whisper in your ear, "I am yours, and you are mine." And you got married, At the Pearly Gates, Jesus told you two, "It was written in your Fates."
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He's a lucky man, More than you know, Promised to be true, Never to let go, Seems so simple to comprehend, But why is this message so hard to send? I barely know you, Can't pronounce your last name, But dang it girl believe me, The feeling has remained. They say the eyes are a portal to the soul, You look into mine, I carry a gaping hole, But looking into yours, I start feeling whole. Blue as the Lord could possibly make, Your eyes are perfect, not one mistake, And at the sight of you, my heart quakes. How could you possess such a man? A simple glance from you, I turn to sand. I won't call it love, that's just insane, Tomorrow morning, I hope the feeling's not the same, But I know it will, that is true, And I'll ask myself again why I carry, such attraction to you. ~AA
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Pain of a Loved One's Death Isn't Their's To Bear On hot summer days, I feel cold, left astray, Whatever hope I had was shattered, Every possible path I could take didn't matter, I missed her, still do, I promised to be forever true, Talking with her, I could never swear nor lie, Now I feel unclean, ready to die, An unhappy death, with my sorrow and pain, Rather stop living than become insane, Rather never feel the touch of love again, Stay in this domain, bound in the chains, Of my heavy heart, so tired to continue anymore, Please God, this request, don't ignore, Strike me now with illness, lightning, I don't care! I wish to be in heaven so I may run my hands, Through her hair, But life never is that way, is it Lord? So I'll continue this path I do abhor, Unfortunately, I'll never forget, The love I have for her I'll never regret, And continue to live through death and death, Until I finally, happily take my final breath. ~AA
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Based off mostly the flow from the beginning of "I Never Told You What I Do For A Living" by My Chemical Romance. Open up your mouth I just want to hear you Why'd I think I knew you? Continue talking, why don't you Hide your face cause The truth hurts, you know Going on, speaking slow But to hear what you say From other people Ruins my day Sometimes I want to stop Why lose my hearing for a day? I never want to hear what you say Ever again Only smack of coming out of the big mouth of yours Lord only knows how many wars You have caused How many hopes been shattered How many souls been battered From just the words that passed Out your lips Sometimes I wonder what handicaps are really missing out Because without a doubt They can't hear what you talk about ~AA
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Why hasn't anyone made a song? That can fit my heart Give hope For a brand new start That can make me whole... Again... I had my love break me for Happiness... Sweet as an angel From the heavens above She broke me So I could love... Over the mountains Through the seas I know that she can see me crying on my knees because she has set me free. Never shall I forget that day When we broke up, in a loving way My heart smashed My drink turned ash And I laid... shattered... Over the mountains Through the seas I know that she can see me crying on my knees because she has set me free. The sun shined weeks on end But the rain pouring on my head Single and Hating it Every single moment I live. Over the mountains Through the seas I know that she can see me crying on my knees because she has set me free. I'm still young I've got time love is there for me to find but search is hard a painful task who can see me under the mask? Not those girls They see lies A dove outside a crow inside Lying through my heart am I Over the mountains Through the seas I know that she can see me crying on my knees because she has set me free. Over the mountains Through the seas I know that she can see me crying on my knees because she has set me free.
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Money. Money is earned through work. Work is made to get things done. Getting things done will leads to satisfaction. Too much satisfaction? No work. No money. No rent for next month. No signs of getting work. No chance of living in this apartment for another month. Signs of failure. Signs of disapointment. Signs in my mother of her sadness. Signs of us moving into my friend's basement. Signs of debt following us in there. Likelyness of pain. Likelyness of sorrow. I have to do well in school. I have to go to college. I have to earn a living. I have to get a job. I have to keep going. At least I won't go alone. Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. Because I know who's with me. ~AA
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Whoa, what a year full of hate, Can't be looking forward to 2008. I'll be seein' ya guys next year...
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What You Should Say And A Rhyme About My Christmas Tree...
Arch-Angel posted a blog entry in blogs_blog_777
The following is a Order of the Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers. Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers: *In unison* In everyone's blog, they say the term 'Merry Christmas'. You should not say this. We do not want to offend the people that do not celebrate this holiday. By order of the Four Members of the Government of Party-Poopers, we demand, not suggest, that you use this term from now until end times. 'Have a Happy Non-Denominational Politically Correct Government Approved Religiously Indifferent Holiday Season.' Arch-Angel: *Come in* Hey! The Four Members: OMG!!1!! Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member One* Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Two* Arch-Angel: *Sees that Member Three is preparing for AA's Superkick* Heh. *Slaps Member Three across the face* Member Three: Hey! Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Three* Member Four: You won't get away with this! :angry: Arch-Angel: Wanna bet? Member Four: *Pulls out wallet* I got 50 bucks saying that you won't! Arch-Angel: *Superkicks Member Four* Gambling is a sin! *Before walking out, Arch-Angel turns around and take the 50 bucks in Member Four's Wallet* Arch-Angel: I'll pay you back later... *end credits goes up screen* *Background shows Arch-Angel under a a fallen Christmas tree with a dead cat and a knocked-out Santa at his side* Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree... Why have you fallen on top of me? You scared the dog, You killed the cat, You hit the fatty in the funny hat. Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree... Why have you fallen on top of me? Merry Christmas everyone. -
I made this a couple of days before the BZP Rap. Its messy, given the hour I made was alo Spanish Class. I believe the BZP Rap was better, but this one is deep. Y27 Oh what a year it has been Have you seen the pain, hate and sin? Everything went so fast But is it all in the past? Why is it that I wear the scars And people rise above as stars And choose to beat me down And when I call for help I receive not a sound? They don't care what they need Their drive is terrible greed I'm a caged bird singing I need to breathe Is anyone going to set me free? 2007 was a year of pain And 2008 only looks to be more insane But I'm going to rise above all the factions Not have my words always speak But instead my actions Trust me, in this world now, you have to... Because their determined to rip you to fractions. Now in the criticism, I hope you know what you mean by having to stretch the rhyme. The poems I write are meant for speaking, not reading. So read it outloud, not in your mind.
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Whoa boy...