poetic_promises

Something told me it's time..

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 19:06:00 GMT

Something told me it's time that I should post in this again. I have like a million livejournals but this one has the best layout.

Life has been okay. Nothing outrageously amazing, nothing so dull and boring that I'm put to sleep by it. Not even in the middle, a bit better. At the moment I'm listening to a band titled "Wolf Parade" and I can't understand a damn word out of the lead singers mouth, but that's okay.

I'm writing a book, it's going kind of slow but I've been real busy lately. I don't have a title yet, at the moment its just saved as "Mr. Mandel, I wrote a book because you told me I should. This is the book." Melissa wants a long title like that. I like the book. It's kind of like Catcher in the Rye in the way it's written. I need to write more on Bobby. I wish my mind didn't wander so much. I have to complete all the rough ends of "Hello, Sunshine" too. I would like to get it filmed in Newfoundland now, because the premier gave arts and culture of newfoundland 17 million dollars the other day, so I would get good funding on it.

It's Tracie's 18th in 2 days, and she's having a party :) I can't wait till then. I had a lot to write about but Im bored now so I think I will go watch a movie.

Later.

Lisa Mari

This is just a poem

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:49:44 GMT

Mixed emotions got thoughts of you creeping up on me
after years of hiding in the shadows with its mouth taped by my heart

Of course I still want you
I've always wanted you.
Why is that so hard to believe?

It's just easier this way, only hearing your name as any others.
No passion velcroed to the feel of my tongue hitting my lips to form the sound of you.

I want to make it go away but it's just not that easy.
I can't erase the things you've done to me in 24 hours.
Not the way you erased me.
You went to bed one night with my smile attached to the back of your eyelids and washed me away the next morning.
Should I forget that?

How can you ask me to rekindle what you pretend was never there?
I feel you all around me, you are the water I drink, my fresh breath of air.
But how can I tell you that?

This is just a poem.
That is all it is.
It cannot glue back together the shattered insides you left me with.
It cannot gather all the tears I've cried for you.
It just reminds me that I sit here in this puddle, this pond my eyes have built by watching you pack up your things.

You were dead to me.
That's what I told myself to make it go away.
Please don't make me see your ghost anymore.

This is just a poem
Showing you what you failed to always see.

This is just a poem
asking you to sacrifice me.

my heart bleeds the words i was never brave enough to say to you.

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:49:04 GMT

You ran away like a mindless circus act sleeping through the afternoon. I followed. I couldn't find anything to my heart's content, just your leftover feelings thrown across my bedroom floor. I knocked on your door. You locked me out. I threw away the key years ago, when I thought this was over for good. I guess I was wrong. It's never over for good.

You took a part of me with you for the ride. The part I was trying to hide, so I got it back. I wanted it back. But that's just me. Then I saw your face in the moonlight, and my childhood started flooding back again. It's hard to hold back when you have so much to lose.

Weakness.Painted.Signs.Of.Me (poem)

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:37:14 GMT

If you see my better half on your way out the door be sure to tell her hello.
I would send my love but it's been over a year since I have seen her around.

and she is nowhere to be found
it isn't like you can reach for her in the corner of your heart

she wanted to fade out as the spark that ignited the sun.

a job well done.

bravo bravo.

the indigo echo runs through my hair
it's tangled
i'm showing signs of weakness

weakness has painted signs of me.

i can take it all on with one hand behind my back
and if i cant it wont matter
i will be too dead to care.

figuratively speaking of course.

sidestepping the controversy.

again and again.

encore.

actually
i will surrender if I am the last unhuman alive.

one swerve
one hit or miss
changed us
rearanged us

now my hands are up
high up.
stretched into the heavens.

screaming his name in valiant roars.

i'm surrendering.

scramble the words,
that i once said and you once heard

and who can i blame for this massacre but myself?

he was always wrong
armed and dangerous
with words
ackward pauses
secret clauses

but i fell for it.

in a world full of stars I am the speck of dirt on your collar.

you fell.
i fell harder.

the paper flowers i cut out for you are drenched in cold showers.

this is me

surrendering.

Feelings Involved (poem)

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:36:20 GMT

What's so hard about this life when I'm right here beside you,
tightening the torniquet for you?
I scream apologies in your ear but you are too far gone to notice.
You never noticed me anyway.
YOu would die for me but you wouldn't live with me.

i'd paint your picture a thousand times if you stood before me
all i can do now is write a thousand words of how many ways you broke me

I'm running on low. I can't take much more of this.

butane tears drip
burning sensation
over exaggeration

You wont stop bleeding and Im watching like we're in a cult.
I could sell this for big bucks if there weren't feelings involved.

there seems to be a greater plan for
you and me
even if its hidden behind the ugly reality of it all

but i can't find the map to this happy ever after
it's tainted by the colour of your blood

i sing you a lullabye
reminding me that its okay to cry

until you grabbed a cloth and wiped it off

then i saw your light burn out
reminding me that even happy endings end with goodbye.

Falling From This (poem)

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:34:23 GMT

My love for you is raw,
I'm throwing in the towel.

Blown kisses are more magical

Secret whispers are more sensual

when we are in this together.

I burn my back for you
you wipe the stream of tears from my heart.

I sit and laugh with you
I knew I liked you from the start...

come to think of it, I didn't know at all

I jumped into life, and you are where i happened to fall.

Now it wouldnt be the same, walking unarmed into the night

without the shelter of your shoulder, without the guidance of your light.

You are gone.
The silence covers eardrums, I no longer hear the song.
Lovely goodbye.
I'm shutting my eyes to this.

Goodnight my love,
sweet dreams until morning

I would like to thank the academy..(a poem)

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 06:33:36 GMT

I would like to thank the academy

Physically stabalized,
emotionally advertised
my life is brought forth on a platter
I'm served as the main course
in a world where the media matters
more than some punk kid's point of view.
I convey emotions during the show
but turn to plastic, stone cold
when the credits run
straight from the screen and into the bank
where they turn to green
and buy me nice things.
I'm made to look like a barbie in a world of G.I Joes
there's a war on out there you know
but somehow that shouldn't stop the show,
It ain't over till the fat lady sings
whether they are dropping bombs or holding hands
they say it shouldn't matter to me,
I'm not built to last
I knew that the moment I began trippin' on this,
there is no warranty created to hold my place
on this pedestal overlooking all of the faces
of this faceless crowd that attaches to me like
a flea on a dog
just for something to hold onto
in a world filled with green fog
only important people get the gas masks they might as well say.
How they rate people on performance remains a mystery
but I do it for the love of the game
not for the fame

I would like to thank the academy-

for nothing.

All the kids will eat it up if it's packaged properly. They'll be fans.

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:10:32 GMT

28:06:42:12

There's something in the water, it's killing my happiness..making me stay here a whole lot longer than I had planned. My friends are friends, my enemies still bastards, and those inbetween that give me the eye, they will get what's coming to them. Not a threat, just a promise, we all get what's coming to us someday. I guess that means you should eat your brocolli children, don't worry about those monsters under the bed and go to sleep when mommy and daddy say it's time to go to sleep. As for you teens of rebellion, punk wannabes who think you are indivualists for having the same tattoo as four million other people in the world, you are no exception either. Turn down those headphones, wash that ink off your skin, unclench the steel pinned to your nostril and sit down in your seat. School goes by a hell of a lot quicker when you aren't trying to stick it to the man instead of doing your homework. Cooperate for once, that's how you will shock the world..those lousy skateboard skids don't seem to be doing the trick anyhow. And you bible reading citizens, who secretly believe you are better than the rest, snap out of it, come back down to reality, you are just as lousy as me, Marilyn Manson, George Bush and David Suzuki. We are no different no matter how much you preach that the lord granted everyone unique abilities. Well hear this, my 'unique' ability is writing, and I'm definately not the first one to write a poem, and David Suzuki sure as hell isn't the first man to state the obvious, the world is coming to an end. Hip hip hooray. Now I won't have to put up with you door to door evangelists anymore interrupting my supper. Give Jesus a day off, I'm sure he would appreciate that more than you telling some gay couple they aren't welcome in the arms of the lord. Stop wrestling with who you are trying to become people, and worry more about who you are now. I bet no one can tell me. Stereotyping is a hell of a lot easier until you have to brand yourself. Punk. Wigger. Prep. Geek. Jock. Artsy. Goth. I hate to break it to everyone but we are all the same. I think it's time to throw your values in the garbage and live however the day allows you to. I'm not going anywhere, I know that, I've accepted that. Now it's your turn to accept that you aren't who you think you are. No one is. Because we are really nothing, nothing more than a group of ants squirming in the grasp of some already prepared, elaborate detailed, master plan. Say what you want, you will still fry someday. Might as well make it easier on everyone and get over yourself.

we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

Accept and move on. The only way to cope in this hell.

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 10:31:58 GMT

Bad news guys. Andrew McMahon, the lead singer and the genius that plays the piano for Something Corporate was diagnosed with leukemia. =(
(made by __youwish)
Check out http://www.livejournal.com/community/rockstrong_am/ for Andrew Support. You can even get bracelets with RockStrong or 11:11AM on them to support Andrew and the research for leukemia. Please keep him in your prayers.

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 01:11:13 GMT

Man Im looking through this canadian joke database and found this and thought it was hilarious!

The Top 12 Canadian Public Holiday Ideas rejected by Canadian Parliament.
12-> Lawyers Day
11-> Start of Christmas Season Day
10-> False Labour Day
9-> Make a Move on Your Secretary Day
8-> Hallmark Card Day
7-> Bring Your Handgun to Work Day
6-> Cretienmas or Gomery Inquiry Day
5-> Deadbeat Father's Day
4-> Bad Hair Day
3-> Doris Day (Can be Conservative Gay Day or Stockwell Day Too as voted on by Canunk`s ON This Hour Has 22 Minutes)
2-> St. Hooter's Day
1-> Hash Wednesday

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

This is an actual job application someone submitted at a McDonald's
fast-food establishment AND THEY HIRED HIM!

NAME: Greg Bulmash

DESIRED POSITION: Reclining. HA But seriously, whatever's
available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be
applying
here in the first place.

DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael
Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible make an offer
and
we can haggle.

EDUCATION: Yes.

LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.

SALARY: Less than I'm worth.

MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens
and post-it notes.

REASON FOR LEAVING: It stunk.

HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.

PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m., Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.

DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a
more intimate environment.

MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be
here?

DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM
LIFTING UP TO 50 LBS?: Of what?

DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would
be "Do you have a car that runs?"

HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may
already be a winner of the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes.

DO YOU SMOKE?: Only when set on fire.

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the
Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy super model who thinks I'm the
greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing
that now.

DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST
OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: No, but I dare you to prove otherwise.

SIGN HERE: Scorpio with Libra rising.

Some more icons..

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 00:35:35 GMT

I was bored today so I made a few more icons. Oh, and go see the movie Madagascar..yes its a childrens movie but it kicks ass! =) Here are some Phantom of the Opera and Joan of Arcadia icons..bare with me..they aren't very good. Oh and there is one of Amber Tamblyn in Sisterhood of the travelling pants. And I would like to thank the people at 100x100 brushes for the brushes..they are awesome people with awesome brushes.

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 00:52:44 GMT

Okay so that didnt work..lets try this again shall we.

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 00:44:08 GMT

Here are the icons. Totally dont remember how to do an lj cut or how to use a coloured box for half of them to show up so I am putting all of them in this entry.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v33/bradybabe/licon31.jpg

Hey Hey

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 23:01:39 GMT

What a day. Got up this morning and went to watch the cousin Ryan run some 10k race and get 3rd out of 70 people..it was boring though. Still mad at the friends, but eventually I will get over it. Had a good night last night thanks to Krista..oh I got a load of icons coming later for all that comment *cough*Kayla*cough* And I know you just do it cuz your my sister and its in the job description. Ohhh well. Bye for now.

UGHHHHHHHHHHH

Fri, 03 Jun 2005 20:38:28 GMT

I'm soo pissed right now! I was supposed to go see my friends band, Brokenchair, play in concert in Grand Bank but nooo there is no room for me in the car now. David had to take my place. How great is that. A friday night is ruined. And Ed is going with Danielle, flaunting her in my face. This just really pisses me off, some friends.

On a happier note, I found this today and thought I would post it. No offence to any Non Canadians out there. It's sort of an inside joke.

WHAT DO CANADIANS HAVE TO BE PROUD OF?

1. Smarties

2. Crispy Crunch, Coffee Crisp

3. The size of our footballs fields, one less down, and bigger balls.

4. Baseball is Canadian (First game June 4, 1838, in Ingersoll, Ont.)

5. Lacrosse is Canadian

6. Hockey is Canadian

7. Basketball is Canadian

8. Apple pie is Canadian

9. Mr. Dress-up beats Mr. Rogers

10. Tim Hortons beats Dunkin' Donuts

11. In the war of 1812, started by America, Canadians pushed the Americans back...past their 'White House'. Then we burned it...and most of Washington. We got bored because they ran away, so we came home and partied...Go figure..

12. Canada has the largest French population that never surrendered to Germany.

13. We have the largest English population that never ever surrendered or withdrew during any war to anyone. anywhere. EVER.

14. Our civil war was fought in a bar and it lasted a little over an hour.

15. The only person who was arrested in our civil war was an American mercenary, who slept in and missed the whole thing... but showed up just in time to get caught.

16. A Canadian invented Standard Time.

17. The Hudsons Bay Company once owned over 10% of the earth's surface and is still around as the worlds oldest company.

18. The average dog sled team can kill and devour a full grown human in under 3 minutes.

19. We still know what to do with all the parts of a buffalo.

20. We don't marry our kin-folk.

21. We invented ski-doos, jet-skis, velcro, zippers, insulin, penicillin, zambonis, the telephone and short wave radios that save countless lives each year.

22. We ALL have frozen our tongues to something metal and lived to tell about it.

23. A Canadian invented Superman.

24. We have coloured money.

25. Our beer advertisements kick ass

BUT MOST IMPORTANT!

24. The handles on our beer cases are big enough to fit your hands with mitts on. OOOoohhhhh Canada!!

25. And we don't bomb our allies.

oh yeah... and our elections only take one day.

Avril Lavigne Icons

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 18:28:13 GMT

Here are a few Avril Lavigne icons from the video Nobodys Home. Not many there but I am in the process of making some from the He Wasnt Video.

Teaser:

Credit. =)

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 18:22:00 GMT

Now for some Life As We Know It icons.

Teasers:

I will probably add some more later but for now thats it. Credit if you take.

Icons

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 17:57:15 GMT

Okay I will start off with some Joan of Arcadia Icons. Theres a bunch there, no specific people. Some are worse than others but Im pretty new at this.

Thats it. Please credit if you take.

Icons!!

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 17:50:43 GMT

Testing.

Hey

Tue, 22 Feb 2005 17:58:43 GMT

Hey, Im Lisa from Newfoundland and wow I really don't know how to use livejournal! lol. I would love to find a better layout than this but I dont know how to do it. So Im just testing this out to see what it looks like.
Bye!