ythpstrmoby

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from Austin, TX

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    • update.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby

      yeah i havn't been a good rvsb blogger for awhile i have been posting just in notes on facebook. well i went ahead and transfered alot of those posts over to my wordpress blog and this one, inorder to share with yal whom i don't have on my facebook. sorry bout the spam of alerts to those that still are watching me. feel free to take your time reading through it all, and please be sure to comment as you have any words to mind of the musings that you have read.

    • findings.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby



      so yeah its a nice day off, time to do laundry and lick my wounds and try just to be and just to breathe…
      and i find that the harddrive on my 13″ macbook is giving out, yeah thats one weekness of this model, it seems to cook the hd with too much heat. shrugs, while going through it to see what all there is still on there i have yet to archive or move to my 10″ hackintosh netbook i discovered a couple of ramblings meant to encourage and delight of old. i saved em because they even though came out on thier own seemed better then normal garbage that seems to sqew onto the paper or screen from me. anyhow inorder to better save them and share them here they are. enjoy as i have re-reading them once again:

      Note to a Friend:

      you are a friend, that many people dream about finding, and most never find… trust and know that you are loved for who you are, and who you will become. know that each step you take brings you closer to the person you will become. and whomever that is, the people that really matter, will always be there, and happily anticipating the change, the crysalsis and the emerging butterfly… remeber your the butterfly, that the right one would gladly sell his soul to grow the wings needed to keep up with you while you fly higher and higher… god has a plan, trust and know this… take solice in it. for he is there, like the rest of us excited about whats next. god bless and god speed. know you will always have a friend when needed.

      Words for a Heart:

      so i should talk about how a guy could get lost
      in the deep pools of blue-ish green that is your eyes…
      or how the warmth of your heart
      needs to be watched and constrained
      because of your closeness to the polar ice caps

      or how while staring into your eyes
      a guy can only be guarenteed to loose himself,
      if not from the deapth of your eyes,
      the curl of your hair wrapped
      around his finger
      much like every word
      that comes out of your mouth
      and dribbles down his ears
      straight into his heart

      bringing new light to his eyes,
      and breathe to his lungs,
      only to have his heart skip a beat,
      while in your lips,
      the sweet nector he longs
      to taste and savor in a kiss…
      peel back to reveal the pearls beneath…
      in the form of such a wonderous thing,
      as your smile…
      a smile that can kill the chill
      in the night knowing that
      you are smiling at him and none else

      think while i am using my words,
      i talk around you,
      breathing warm air upon your neck

      how is a wet lick upon the neck
      more heated then a dry walking of the lips,
      and saving the tongue…
      i always thaught that anticipation of something
      contains more heat
      then say putting all the cards out on the table…

      Shrugs, my brain is small and i don’t remeber much from creating these two things, but never the less perhaps words are always useful to another. it’s funny how the simplest of things can effect our hearts. how a splash of black upon white can build or destroy. makes me wonder if anything we build as a species can last or build ever more then the words upon a page… it’s interresting to me just to consider it.

    • glints by night.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby



      while cleaning i found an old box
      it contained a memory bound by metal
      my heart sank as i saw the light dance within it
      the words upon my tongue melt
      as the water falls from my eyes
      so i toss it to a darkened spot
      time is lost upon my brow
      so i sit
      and forget how
      as i turn my back i continue my stride
      and think upon a different sight
      my breathe turns cold like my heart
      while my thaughts truly start

      my words are weak compared to those of old so i share their better musings…

      I Held a Jewel
      by Emily Dickinson (1830 â€" 1886)

      I held a jewel in my fingers
      And went to sleep
      The day was warm, and winds were prosy
      I said, “Twill keepâ€Â

      I woke â€" and chide my honest fingers,
      The Gem was gone
      And now, an Amethyst remembrance
      Is all I own

    • doors.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby

      the doors are heavy old and locked…
      they have been ragged and weather by what the world has thrown at them.
      they show thier path through splits and tears.
      the stain half worn away, oil long since dried and cracked.
      bleached by the sun, and sanded by dust and wind.
      i sit in the corner beyond their wooden grasp,
      in my palm is the key. latched in the dark.
      staring in disbelief and the ironworks.
      trying to see what others eyes have.
      trying to feel what others can.
      lost in this… perception of reality.
      unable to comprehend the paradox of it all.
      or perhaps unwilling to.
      who knows, who cares.
      i do, and i don’t…
      and i certainly don’t have a clue.
      do you?
      if so throw me a bone ehh?

    • the face.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby

      when staring up for the first time in your legs you can feel it… a cold chill crawling its way up your nerves. and in the back of your head you can just imagine what it will feel like when you get to the top. thats what its like for me. almost a bit of nausea too when its a real one. i can feel the fear hanging there. happens when your terrorified of heights. but also what makes it fun too, just the shear rush of it. and i guess theres the control factor involved to, controlling yourself to such a point that you can block everything out except you and the rock. the next hand hold, fist jam, tiny lil shelf to mash your foot into. reaching, clawing and hanging towards the blue goddess of sky.
      the mornings were almost the best time to be there as well, before the sun warmed everything too much. where the cool kiss of night still clung to the stones so after a few problems you could spoon with it and cool off a bit. feel the coolness of a light breeze crackle along your sweat encrusted clothes and drape on you reminding you of the work this can be.
      i miss it, the smell of granite. the sounds of air going through the pine needles.
      the feel of the chalk powder between the fingers… man i need some mountains….

    • 8 words to remeber

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby



      i’m wrong….
      i’m sorry….
      your right…
      love you…

      funny how these few words can help with foot in mouth disease… but the last two arn’t said enough most often in life.

    • words and time to reflect…

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby



      it’s time… there’s a season for many things.
      and the winter of my heart is over, now.
      it’s been a long winter indeed.
      time for some spring cleaning,
      time to take a stack of dishes out and break them against the dumpster.
      time to take pictures and letters and burn them.
      time to turn my back on what i had.
      time to put aside what i have lost.
      time to see things as they are.
      it’s about time i guess.
      how long have you lived your life on hold?
      just living day to day, surviving, trying to remain saine.
      screw it, i cant do it anymore. and i don’t recognize myself.
      tired of re-reading my work i once wrote.
      tired of looking at paintings,
      and drawings of old wondering…
      who that guy was that made it
      and what was he thinking.

      i don’t remeber myself anymore. and i cant recognize myself anymore.
      time for a change.
      and i am going to start with me.
      time to clean, and to organize, and to push past.
      it’s time. it’s time.

      after all i don’t want to wake up
      tomorrow and be 50 and still
      be the same empty person i am now.
      i time to clean out my shelves, and my closet.
      dust off the person i was, and fill the shell that i am.

      i look forward to being on the beach again this week.
      two things it has taught me.
      the harder you hold onto sand, the quicker it empties out of your hands.
      and even the crusted things that wash up on the beach can have thier salt walls around them broken and the objects inside revealed as they are.
      the sand is gone from my hands now, so what i have left of my soul i will use to start over and find out if all i am is walls, and sarcasam. cause i don’t want to just be B.S. anymore.
      i want to be me, the person i thaught i could still see in the mirror.
      the person that i have forgotten i was.
      enough white wash, enough masking. enough enough!
      enough…. i am too tired of what is, to not live for what could and not what was.
      time to take a sledge hammer to the ghosts in the closet and destroy the closet.
      done.

      time to make a stand. and see if i still can. i have noone to blaim but myself. so be it.

      another song to go with this….
      www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wfjPmDlCB0

    • words. willy.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby



      walking a path that leads to nowhere,
      walking down the same old road
      i find myself walking backwards
      inorder to see again my steps in the sands
      as they are swept away by the winds of time.
      i think of times past of deeds come
      and gone marks i have given and recieved.
      i think of eyes left laughing and crying.
      i think of everything i have said, read and wrote.
      am i just a sum of these things, or am i more.
      i find the math weak and suttle
      compared to the storm that rides
      within these weathered skins
      and conceal my soul.
      lost and stumbling
      i come to the rise of a hill
      and find another sun rising before me.
      warming my face but not touching my heart.
      words echo in the emptiness that i carry in me.
      you smile and the glint in your eyes haunt me.
      why will your memory not release me from this prison.
      yet i know fully its a prison that i built
      with every failure to your heart to your love.
      brick by brick i have built around me,
      as the key i have swallowed shall remain.
      the truth remains hidden behind lenses
      so you can’t read thier pages or steal thier tears.
      for they are for me and for you, rolling down
      the bark of my face leaving nothing quenched
      not even the wounds that released thier fury of motion.
      stillness i remeber, peace i claw for.
      where shall i find it, for i have none here.
      dear god give my pen ink and my eyes sight
      so i may see and report on what i have
      and lost to the best of my own account.
      but for now i will snap my quill
      and burn it to ashes for its healing
      is lost by my hands. for now indeed.

      words of old remebered and paired well with willie…

      Always On My Mind
      ~ Willie Nelson

      Maybe I didn’t treat you
      Quite as good as I should have
      Maybe I didn’t love you
      Quite as often as I could have
      Little things I should have said and done
      I just never took the time
      You were always on my mind
      You were always on my mind

      Maybe I didn’t hold you
      All those lonely, lonely times
      And I guess I never told you
      I’m so happy that you’re mine

      If I made you feel second best
      Girl I’m so sorry I was blind
      You were always on my mind
      You were always on my mind

      Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn’t died
      Give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied, satisfied

      Little things I should have said and done
      I just never took the time
      You were always on my mind
      You were always on my mind
      You were always on my mind

    • words. walls.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby

      which each word a new stone is set in place
      climbing to infinate jest in my mind
      laughing at myself i continue to stomp out my thaughts
      crawing away my desires
      scooping up my dreams
      and utilizing my own blood as mortar
      my walls continue to new hights
      yet you find my cracks
      you tell me of the light shining in
      and yet i dont patch these gaps
      instead i plant a rose near them
      and it drinks in the light
      breathes in the fresh air creeping in
      and basking in the rays it blooms
      the darkness of void has been marred by the strokes of color
      yet the fog remains
      lost within i find myself staning in disbelief that the rose survives
      for i have yet to water it, or tend it, yet it flurishes
      and i am left just to wonder at such a thing
      is this all just a figment
      are you simply a dream
      or are you just another nightmare yet to climax
      time will tell, for time is a curse indeed
      as i gaze on i must heed it’s hands
      and relinquish the sands as i loose
      what grasp i had of my own days
      such is life in a haze
      such is life indeed.

    • amnesia in words.

      10 years ago

      ythpstrmoby

      Sometimes as you speak the world falls away.
      all that is left is the sweet song purring from your heart.
      the pictures you paint in my head,
      leave me yerning to go there
      and exist in the wholeness you have created.
      Sometimes i wonder if my words that
      dribble from my lips
      and pour from my heart could ever compare.
      and i think again and know the answer.
      So many times i have made things in total emptiness.
      what must i do to create in wholeness.
      the walls i have built to fortify my soul are being ripped down.
      without which feeling would be lost.
      now in haste meaning is compounded
      i listen still to my ghosts mummerin in disability.
      through study in his word they may be gaged.
      where does it come to be, from me it lives,
      where it once died.
      it came and filled me,
      pouring over to all my life.
      now where do i see
      what can be gained
      for my eyes are still clouded
      by what was lost in his name
      that my heart can be totally poured out
      and emptied
      so that it maybe filled in you.

  • About Me

  • Comments (217)

    • ythpstrmoby

      10 years ago

      its much nicer if you don't straighten it, just my own humble opinion...

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      In reply to ythpstrmoby, #6:

      question do you straighten your hair because this is much better...


      Yes I do...but only once in a while since it takes too long and I don't have the patience to waste time on my hair.

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      hmm?
      lol questioning my drawing skills using only a touch pad :oP

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      That is very true :o)

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      lol I'll be sure to do that next time I read about something that makes me blush...although you can't really tell i'm blushing because of the color of my skin

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      lol yes I did...i think it's funny to be blushing even though nobody is around to see :oP

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      lol that is just too funny
      Since there are no buttons and you have to stroke it...the winner would obviously be a person that keeps pretty busy :oP Gah that's too naughty to think about :oP

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      That sounds like an awesome plan.
      I really want one of those chairs.
      I'm thinking I should try and make a mini version just to test it out.
      :o)

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      :o)
      It was a pretty sweet chair. I'm contemplating making one for myself but have no where to put it.

    • prittynred

      10 years ago

      Haha, love the comment

    • thaicurry tacotacotaco

      10 years ago

      Well i would love to see what you draw up from my photo :o)

    • steph

      10 years ago

      LG Dare with a pink silicon case.

    • yellermonkey

      10 years ago

      Zombies, zombies, zombies, ZOMBIES!!!! WOOO HOOO!!!!! :)

    • steph

      10 years ago

      it is hard for me to tell what geeez means. so i will just say psssh. smiley6.gif

    • JStow

      10 years ago

      the fret shop is a kind of music store silly :P

    • Becca FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold RT Torturer

      10 years ago

      Dhaba Joy behind Toy Joy on Guadalupe.

    • XNobody

      11 years ago

      Oh wow you went all out.
      I would have just used glue and cut a hole in the middle of it.

    • XNobody

      11 years ago

      More to it eh?

    • steph

      11 years ago

      My favorite question from Reagan has been when she asked if zombies had hands... then asked me to prove it. =]

    • steph

      11 years ago

      most good women are, simple as that

      my husband calls me that all the time -- my response: that's the price you pay for the red hair, babe. smiley8.gif

    • JStow

      11 years ago

      There are two who are blue, who were you thinking of?

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      haha nice

    • AaDlRs

      11 years ago

      no it was in my Digg RSS feed.

    • spacecadet

      11 years ago

      That would be absolutely perfect. smiley1.gif

    • spacecadet

      11 years ago

      It doesn't need to do anything except make phone calls. I was thinking more in the range of a $40.00 one.

    • spacecadet

      11 years ago

      Probably not. I was hoping for something far less expensive.

    • figmentation

      11 years ago

      Sorry! I fixed it. I guess I wasn't paying to much attention to what I was doing.

    • Dangerchic

      11 years ago

      thanks smiley0.gif

    • figmentation

      11 years ago

      yeah there they had no clue either. He was the one that ask me if I had the protection plan..

    • spacecadet

      11 years ago

      i don't understand what u said...

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      It's to my parents' living room, so not even fun in my room....

    • spacecadet

      11 years ago

      poor doug smiley2.gif

    • Stormeh

      11 years ago

      Ah, kool.

    • gotbuffy

      11 years ago

      Yes actually lol yes I did smiley0.gif

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      maybe not on here... things are different outside of the internet smiley2.gif

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      awwww
      \

      ps problem fixed.

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      My eyes actually are hazel, but there wasn't a hazel option for eyes when I did it... at least not that looked right. I tried to get what they look like when i wear green.

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      Ohhhh, Nights at Rodanthe? If that's it, it's by Nicholas Sparks, same guy as the Notebook. Diane Lane and Richard Gere?

    • prittynred

      11 years ago

      I heard there was no real ending, no closure... I won't see it. The "R" previews scared the crap out of me.
      What was the chick flick?

    • gotbuffy

      11 years ago

      Hey

    • ayapa

      11 years ago

      its ok, she is. thanks ^_^...

    • ayapa

      11 years ago

      well, things have been a bit rough but iam good...

    • ayapa

      11 years ago

      thanks for the add. whats up?

    • littlebit74

      11 years ago

      thanks

    • gotbuffy

      11 years ago

      Uh... the hood is the green thing around my head sweetness smiley0.gif

    • ozit

      12 years ago

      i like the way you commented it on my and your profile as if its so deeply profound =p

    • ythpstrmoby

      12 years ago

      why is it chain letters have such a wonderful story of love. and most people pass it on without it ever sinking in what love is truly like and could be if we spend more time living and loving then in passing on unknown...

      live love and let live....

      but remeber there is no better love then to lay down one's life for another....

    • ozit

      12 years ago

      Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.
      Guy: No, this is fun.
      Girl: No it's not. Please it's too scary!
      Guy: Then tell me you love me.
      Girl: Fine I love you. Slow down!
      Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
      Girl hugs him
      Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It's bugging me.
      (in the paper the next day): A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only 1 had survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

      If u love any one this much...let them know...before its too late... I love you 4 ever.....and always 2 the end....i cant live without ya.....b-cuz ur my friend..... Send this to 10 ppl in the next 5 min....and....u will get kissed on friday by the love of your life.... DONT BREAK THIS . 2morow will be the best day of your life.
      However, if u don t send this 2 @ least 10 ppl by at least 12:00 2nite u will have bad luck in your love life 4 the rest of your life. Just copy & paste & send

    • prittynred

      12 years ago

      I don't know. i don't understand how guys think...

    • prittynred

      12 years ago

      what other kind of changes??

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