Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in uhxdorable's LiveJournal:

Thursday, July 5th, 2007
4:10 pm	Past the past of a hurt, once so freshly open now the scar only faintly pulses in memory suddenly you feel as though you have finally picked yourself up wiped off the dirt, slid off the old pain but the scar stays pink and vulnerable to touch you take care not to press upond it, or test it then he comes back, ripping it in one swipe suddenly the wound breathes in open air throbbing with pain, addiction, but mostly longing that hopefully, this time, it will be he who heals it not you, that has to wait for the scar to take over and mute those bare feelings once again awakened to your own disappointment, again and again the budding scar gets torn so rough it can never truly heal and pain becomes addictive, but mostly expected after a while you smile as you see him approach he who is ready to tear with vigor the poorly protected scar he does this knowing he'll be its undoing knowing it'll come off so easily for him Current Mood: nostalgic (Comment on this)
4:08 pm	Ekphrastic poetry contrasts of the inexplicable but more like of the inevitable the grueosome paired with beauty or joy shared with pain all amidst the hues of green and pales of white true colors of loving nature underly the screams of fate one trapped in a fog so thick stabbing wounds proudly trumpet with the rush of flowers so come from the pain, a pretty pink adrift so gently from the bares of his back another choking, desperately losing breathe acry stuck, so deep inside yet as the dormant cry touches the whisper of air lillies, daisies, flowers galore meet sight Yet the lines of anguish barely seen, barely there still they stay hiding, elusive behind the bright roaring colors so horribly, delightfully combined a horror so beautiful that one can only mind Current Mood: sleepy (Comment on this)
4:07 pm	untitled succinct stucatto stuck on a second simply staying in a state of oblivion of existing; devoid of life Current Mood: apathetic (Comment on this)
4:03 pm	the Outside dull bleak noises of the outside filtering in you step outside unmuted sounds, oblique skin meets asphalt with the collide of blood and pebbles broken flesh cries flashing red amidst the gray smudged legs, bruised pride a skinned knee Current Mood: cold (Comment on this)
4:01 pm	Sounds of A Self Portrait Clutters of clashes clashes of chaos inside the noises fight recklessly luod with abandon crushing crashing with collision nails grating with passion a punch with force the pitch of anguish with the friction of heat Even within the noisy din reveals the tenor of integrity and straying sounds of children's laughter still hanging over head and the chime of a rusty love tune of a past romance and the peaceful silence of a well thought out word all these different notes create a melody well played off one another resulting in a beautiful blend of harmony Current Mood: creative (Comment on this)
Friday, January 19th, 2007
11:02 pm	sounds straying sounds with children's laughter still hanging over us a joy so unspeakable it washes over crashing upon us Current Mood: apathetic (Comment on this)
11:01 pm	a Storm rainy skies so dark with lies caught within the tension of release so full and aching pent up with passion but nowhere to go with misguided feelings to wherever they'll blow thunder and lightening scream with raw strength hiding a soft and broken voice just waiting to be woken at the first sight of dawn Current Mood: passionate (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
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Tuesday, July 11th, 2006
9:26 pm	Falling Asleep Under the Apple Trees Wind in your hair dirt in your mouth dreams in your head this is when you think about as thoughts filter in from the blue depths of above of the timeless feeling of the world in its place the world in love the world full of hate the world just as it is you and i know the secret to life yet we close our eyes breathing in the air falling asleep under the apple trees falling asleep pausing the world just for one moment one moment straying sounds with children's laughter still hanging over us a joy so unspeakable it washes over crashing upon us you and i know the secret to lifeyet we close our eyes breathing in the air falling asleep under the apple trees falling asleep pausing the world just for one moment one moment then we awake a beauty awakening from its slumber a dream too beautiful to be true a blink of an eye reality changes turning purple to blue distortion of all you ever thought to be true painfully later we see and we remember of falling asleep under the apple trees you and i know the secret to life yet we close our eyes breathing in the air falling asleep under the apple trees falling asleep pausing the world just for one moment one moment Current Mood: artistic (Comment on this)
Monday, July 10th, 2006
10:02 pm	sweet symphonies gliding on the wind wisps of joy on the edges of sight satisfaction without its usual insatiable kiss Current Mood: complacent (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 30th, 2006
9:55 pm	Mastercard Wedding MASTERCARD WEDDING You got to love this guy... This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University. It was in the local newspaper and even Jay Leno mentionedit. It was a huge wedding with about 300 guests. After the wedding, at the reception, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception. As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding party was an envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope. Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his bride having sex with the best man. The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them. After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said, "F--- you!" Then he turned to his bride and said, "F--- you!" Then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said, "I'm outta here." He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most people would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong. His revenge--making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members. This guy has balls the size of church bells. Do you think we might get a MasterCard "priceless" commercial out of this? Elegant wedding reception for 300 family members and friends: $32,000. Wedding photographs commemorating the Occasion: $3,000. Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations in Maui: $8,500. The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the bride humping the best man: Priceless. There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's MASTERCARD! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 9th, 2006
1:50 pm	untitled the old say young don't know about love the young say old have forgotten to love they say the young are too young to possibly understand the eloquence the simplicity that love incites love is just a new rage what the young experience is lust they say they say the old are too old they've lost their minds the excitement drained the passion gone to them love is something that happened in the past the old say young don't know about love the young say old have forgotten to love but could perhaps that it could be that no matter the age there's no way to gauge a person's understanding of the heart Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)
1:29 pm	untitled the drifting days pass as the wind blows by uplifting the leaves lifting the soul unto upon the sky as the clouds speak to thine eyes through the endless gap hidden in the heart opening a wound before fresh with blood but now barely scarred the winds whisper of old reminisce and the leaves caress as the tree comforts in the way they have since the beginning of time Current Mood: pensive (Comment on this)
Friday, April 28th, 2006
4:13 pm	Reminisce thoughts filtering through making the way in the light making you wonder fantasy or flight? was it real? was it possible? to have had something so right yet so afraid to touch a smudge too much a glance off cue takes it askew yet all in the past these things have come and at last now we take the time a memory so strong to reminisce and enjoy the fairy tale of a song (Comment on this)
2:00 pm	Emotion: Happiness Project #1 Each time take a different emotion and emphasize it through a short story without every having to use the word continuing the story each time "I did it i did it i made it!" All those days, weeks, and months of hard work. THe plannign the aching studying and the horrifying nights. The excruciatingly painful sacrifices that took every inch of herself to do. It finally paid of. She had made it into the top 5 percentage in the PSAT qualifying for the national merit award. Overwhelming feelings of joy compressed her heart until it was hard to breathe. She felt so free, after being in a prison of restriction for months. She had put herself on a *fun* diet. For every hour she studied she could go out for half an hour. Her usually uplifting cheery spirit had been absolutely crushed when she had made this rule. She had walked in an almost depressive maniac manner for months. Depriving herself of the usual carefree fun and joy, was torture for her soul. BUt now it all paid off. Nobody else in her entire school had made it except for her. The feeling of accomplishment uplifted her to a whole different world. The feelings of swirling about her thoughts made her truly feel like she could touch the sky that had no limits. She felt limitless, nothing could tie her down now. She saw him, he was over by his car. She ran and jumped into hism arms whispering, "I did it i did it i made it!" Here was someone she could share this wonderful moment with. She looked into his eyes but what she didn't notice was how his eyes looked back at hers almost melancholy. He saw eyes that were blinded by self ambition and that scorned all else. Why was she with a guy like him then? A high school dropout. Current Mood: blah (Comment on this)
1:53 pm	untitled Untitled reaching out looking for the branch that was never there drowning hopelessly silently quietly small ripples slipping sliding breath bursting mute crying stamina dying hope withering arms grow heavy eyes grow tired please help (Comment on this)