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| golly..its been a while.
man...reading past entries made me think! i've changed a lot over the last 4 years. from freshman year to my upcoming senior year, everything and everyone has changed, whether good or bad. i can't believe that i've grown so much. i remember being so immature when i was younger and now that i've gotten older, i've realized that i'm not the same anymore. it's crazy how 3-4 years can change a person and every single thing about them. hopefully, i've grown for the better..and if not..ohh well; i'll just be whatever then.
but as long as i'm becoming a better person, it's all good. i'll just keep being who i am.
"you know daniel calma? that one kid!?..you know that one smart filipino guy?! hahahaha..you mean the one that looks like a turtle? well, i think he looks like a teddy bear! ohhh you mean that beatboxing guy! i know him..he's a cool nerd."
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| I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
I know the cloudforms of love by heart
and have brought tears to the eye of a storm
and my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks
and i've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days
soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays
we put language in zoos to observe caged thought
and tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect
and motherfuckers think these are metaphors
i speak what I see
all words and worlds are metaphors of me
my life was authored by the moon
footprints written in soil
the fountain pen of martian men
novelling human toil
and yes, the soil speaks highly of me
but earth seeds root me poet-tree
now, maybe i'm too serious
too little here to matter
though i'm riddled with the reason of the sun
i stand up comets with the audience of lungs
this body of laughter is it with me or at me?
hue more or less though gender's mute
and the punch line has this lifeline at it's root
i'm a star this life's the suburbs, I commute
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| wow...its been one month since i've last been on this thing..damn!
well..haven't been doing much. ACT's, SAT's, scholarships, summer conventions, are all the things that i've been doing. been doing a lot of thinking lately. i thought about reconsidering to take judo again too. yup, not a lot going on in my life as of now. but i'll get back in the swing of things soon..i hope.
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| WORD
A word, an accumulation of letters
forming syllables that portray and
manifest the ramblings and thoughts of
an individual
It could spark a revolution or destroy
one's character just by being spoken or written
Perceptions and conceptions of abstractions
and obstructions can be found in an ocean of
words in one's brain where thought can
overcome anything and anyone
My words or your words can build an infinite
array for someone to think upon
But can a word actually be fully expressed?
Can my words fully describe how I truly feel
and describe what I constantly see?
A word is a word is a word is a word
Spoken word, written word, free word; words
are always involved
I look though dictionaries and thesauruses just
to expand my horizon of words
but words are never enough, thoughts are never
enough
They need to be put for people to see and use, rather
than being left in a book or mind never to be
seen by ignoramuses and illiterates
We have not mastered words
But really words have mastered us
We pronounce words like we don't know
them and they denounce us for not knowing them
Anything is possible with words
With just 3 words, you can love someone
and with a different 3, you can
break someone
Its just hard to beleive that words can
destroy but at the same time
it can create and build
So what would you want from a word?
A creation of an idea or
the destruction of your morale
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Step Up To The Mic
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