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Kimik023
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Name: Kristin
Gender: Female
Interests: I love music, band, marching, art, poetry, soccer, rock or wall climbing, french, swimming, badmiton, archery, eating, sleeping, photography,traveling, hanging out at the mall with my friends, going to the movies and such. I loVe La HoNdA!!! =D
Expertise: I've been playing the c flute for 5 years, and the alto saxophone for 4. I also play the Alto flute. I mainly do pencil drawings of people, animals or nature. I've been taking summer art lessons for about....6 years. I'm pretty good at losing guys quickly. lol Ithik the longest relationship i've ever held was a little over 10 months. hmm....I criticize my self well!..... I really don't have any talents. o well =P
Occupation: Student
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message me
AIM:  Kimik023
Member Since:
8/7/2004
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| Above the heavens the stars shine more brightly than the pearls of the sea,
ever slumbering in a cushion of pink dreams.
My mind is restless, my curious urges trapped in this vessel only to be suppressed by the limits of reality. I feel a need to learn everything at this instance. I want to float among the stars and capture one in all it's beauty so that I may take it out of my coat pocket and look upon it with awe, and remember this feeling of awareness every moment of the day until no more days are left for my life to fill.
How many moments can one experience this feeling of elated curiosity and fascination with the universe? I wonder if everyone has these epiphany like moments or I am just too different from a constant shifting ideology.
I need to meet the greats of this world so that they may release a flood of knowledge into my ever-drying ocean of thoughts. I want to sit down and study everyone and take them in to the fullest extent of my being. I want to realize all the beauty in this world without an ounce of vacillation. I want music to overtake my mind and body and to allow every beautiful sound and silence to breath through my lungs and fill me with the purest oxygen of all.
Music is such a profound and beautiful entity; it is my life, my expression, my innermost thoughts and feelings that can only be eased though the slow release of deep and beautiful tones that softly relieve this discomforting tension of incompleteness.
I’ve not felt so awake in such a long while, I love it, and wish it to last as long as it wills, but even know I can feel my mind losing the fight against the gentle sheer sheets of sleep. It craves to silence me and feeds on my unconscious self; I want to fight it. I can feel my mind saying no in a weak, but defiant and decided voice. I refuse to release this feeling without an outpouring of thoughts before I turn in for the night. I refuse to allow my exhaustion to take control of my mind when it is so willing and ready to think in such terms.
I feel as though there are many layers of one's consciousness and this is the one I love most. I can only hope that there is another layer deeper than this in which all my thoughts and emotions congeal to form the most eloquent sensation of all, but for now this feeling will more than suffice.
Here dreams and reason coincide
Residing in an unfit head.
and now
to bed. | | |
| There is so much to say to those I love, and never enough time to express those feelings. More than likely, I will not die today, but pbecause I feel as though I might, I felt that I should say what I could before I have to leave for work which was about a minute ago. I've loved my life, my teachers, my friends, my family, and the many people of the world I have yet to come across. I wish the world was better, but I'm glad for what it is. If everyone helped one another, and strived to make the world a better place by even the most simplistic act of kindness the world will improve, and I would be forever grateful. Thank you to everyone who has influenced my life. I am more grateful than I could ever wish to express in this life time, and I hope to see everyone in the next.
Yours Truly. | | |
| I think I'm beginning to come down with a bit of a cold. My head is hot, and my sneezes have been progressively growing in quantity. My head is spinning, and all I can do is appear to be in some vague transfixed memory of aloofness. lol. And yet, the only real thought to pass through my brain is, "I miss Jackson." | | |
| A girl lays alone,
unperturbed in her self made coffin.
An all encompassing black slowly drips upon her,
covering an ashen face.
Unblinkingly she stares
Commincating through the silence of a scream
I do not hear
I wait for the final breath
Amidst a graveyard of dreams unrealized
And so she does
Bleed herself of hope
Hm. Not really sure if this is a poem, but if it is, it is my first to be written in free verse.
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Had this been the music of the spheres?
Sounding deafly into my then mortal ears.
Or was it the bird who sits and sings?
Before taking flight upon lovers wings.
Not finished as of thus. Hopefully I shall finish at a later hour. | | |
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