Kibitz• Show poetry

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kibitz means to:

suggest
HAVE FUN
tresspass
kid
MEDIATE
guide
tumble
INFORM
recommend
WATCH
meddle
eye witness
JOKE
tease



"I'm going to smile like nothing's wrong, talk like everything's perfect, act like it's all a dream and pretend that life isn't hurting me."


I'm pretty laid back...until you get to know me



always wear your fake id.


"I tear my heart open. I sew my self shut. My weakness is that i care to much."


ok, well I know people like ot list their fav authors on their author page so here's mine. it's a list kinda...but if you read it all together you'll see its kind of a story hehe, yeah well I felt like being creative haha


               here-i-am {in my)
               Fayth {the}
               Redstormy {clouds show my}
               miSSareY. {My}
               xmorbidxangelx {looks over me in this}
               sicksadworld {and she can't realise that my}
               babi {was}
               born2bblonde. {I feel I am free, like a}
               dragonf1y {and the}
               morgana raven {will answer my}
               beck {and call. But only}
               whnthestrsgoblu.


ok so it's random but hey. others to check out are:
Darianna, SASSAFRASgurl and Kei-Aira,  I just couldn't fit them in the story lol

My favourite music...

~ *LAMB* .......and NOT Lamb of God
- \Sarah Mclachlan\ (THANKYOU JAMIE!!!)
^ Any Cafe Del Mar cd
> Vast
= Dead Can Dance (it's not heavy metal dw)
+ Motown
% James Brown
# The Rolling Stones








i stopped what i was saying, i missed a line in the play. my play. or how i saw it.

I took this test thingy on who I am...it was so unbelievably close it was scary!
I was an INFP (Intorvert, iNtuitive, Feeler, Perceptive.)

INFPs are quiet, creative, sensitive and perceptive souls who often strike others as shy, reserved and cool. These folks have a rare capacity for deep caring and commitment--both to the people and causes they idealize. INFPs guide their behavior by a strong inner sense of values, rather than by conventional logic and reason. Forced to cope with this facts-and-figures "real" world we inhabit, INFPs may appear to have been imported from another galaxy! They gravitate toward creative or human service careers which allow them to use their instinctive sens of empathy and remarkable communication skills. Strongly religious, spiritual or philosophical people, INFPs may see the purpose of their lives as an inner journey, quest or personal unfolding. More practical or rational types may tend to discredit the INFP's sources of understanding as mystical. The search for a soulmate is a preoccupation for many INFPs, who must balance their need for privacy and peace with their yearning for human connection. If there seems to be an air of sadness in the INFP's spirit, blame it on this type's longing for the perfect in all things.
www.typelogic.com/infp.html

if you want to know yours then go... here:
www.insightsystem.com/question.htm


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Don't just say YES , take my hand and dance with me
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It’s one of those times where you have to look at the world, say you’re sorry then walk away to do your evil deed.
I quite like evil deeds
I’ve grown quite fond of them these past few days.

Sometimes I think the world is like that stack of homework that sits on your desk. One day, some one will have to do it, and it would have to be good enough so that you won’t fail. One day some one will have to clean up the world, but it’s suck a big task, we’ll always be leaving it till later.  

Procrastination is a key element in my personality.

(You can tell she’s home alone again, she’s procrastinating.
But she procrastinates even with some one else at home.
True.)

“Is anyone up there?” she asks her mind “Can anyone hear me, is there anyone to put me in line?”

I’m afraid she’s on her own there too.
well that would be alright I think
not if she’s going to fail

ah yes, that stack of work wont get done, there’s too much procrastination in her busy schedule.

She’s an ex-cutter. If you take away the ex part.

She was a walking cut out of a pictre from paris. Yet there she was, looking so out of place, thinking the thoughts a blind girl would think.

It was one of those days where the sun cut into the objects of the world, the dark fallen shadows outlined in blood.

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OH MY GOD NEW FAVOURITE MOVE: THE HOURS
holy crap NOTHING has ever gotten to me as much as it. .. no movie anyway.

I'm bored once again so i thought i would add something.. i dunno what but



secretttttsssss

i amd adding more simplybecus i'm bored AGAIN.

i am also procastinating
AGAIN.

so well hey... not much has been happening.. at the mo i'm wearing bright red lipstick and more make up then i usually do.. which mean i'm wearing make up cos i dont wear make up. ummm i might tomoro. perhaps. blah.

at the moment.. i'm relatively happy... sept i really wish that a party will be thrown soon with a hot AND nice person who also thinks I"M hot and nice.  

oh well. ooh i have a picture page hting that isnt a picture page. its got photos of me i shall upload some more? yeah? yeah wikid. peace man ppl, i'll be back ot tell you that they're there.  


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okay so i havnt been on for ages and suddenly theres a flow of sad sorted death and illness related poems... yeah. well.. I'VE BEEN IN SYDNEY. where they have wikidly cheap GOOD chocoalte. but i was there for a funeral for two ppl... thus the deaths and illness side of things. so sorry bout this it will be gone in time...but i'm taking all this on my own becus i live in my own isolated world and considering the person i used to trust the most is no longer a person i trust and as i am left with no solid person to trust or confide in.. the time of my sad and death related poems will probably go on for longer than usual.



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Solitude Standing - Suzanne Vega


Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"


I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one
And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame


Language - suzanne vega

I won't use words again
They don't mean what I meant
They don't say what I said
They're just the crust of the meaning
With realms underneath
Never touched
Never stirred
Never even moved through

If language were liquid
It would be rushing in
Instead here we are
In a silence more eloquent
Than any word could ever be

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I'm expecting some one to come along and save the day, but oh, i think they turned around and walked the other way. and when i get there what'll they say? if i'm on my own i'll be okay? I don' think that ill be okay, no i wont be okay, i'm gonna make them pay.

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if no one feeds her she wont eat anything.


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I laugh at you because you're so much more high maintenance than I am
you laugh at me because you can make me brush my hair.

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The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!



You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.
A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.
You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.
You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.


You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, artist, entrepreneur, politician, journalist , actor, designer, or counselor.
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                                       DARIA QUOTES!!!!


jane: They may be shallow, but that doesn't mean they should be executed.
daria: Yes it does.
jane: OK, I'm sold.



Mrs. Manson - Very good, Quinn! Now, Dora, let's see if you can make up a story as vivid as your sister's.
Daria - It's Daria.
Mrs. Manson - I'm sorry... Daria. What do you see in the picture, Dara?
Daria - Um... a herd of beautiful wild ponies running free across the plains.
Mrs. Manson - Uh, there aren't any ponies. It's two people.



(Jane takes Daria's glasses and puts them on her face)

Jane - (monotone voice) "Hi, I'm Daria. Go to hell." (normal voice) It won't work. My face is too expressive.



Daria - (fake excitement) Look, two kinds of chips.

Jane - Flat or ridgy. You make the call.



Quinn - I think people who run over animals should get run over themselves to see how they like it.

Daria - What about unpopular animals?

Quinn - Unpopular animals don't count.



Jane - No way, baby.

Daria - Come on. Do it for friendship.

Jane - I have no friends. I walk alone.

Daria - Well, then, do it for sisterhood or something.

Jane - Are you nuts?

Daria - Then do it for the opportunity to look inside people's houses and find out what screwed-up tastes they have.

Jane - I'm bringing a Polaroid.




Daria - I once gave the Heimlich maneuver to Quinn.

Jane - Did it work?

Daria - She wasn't choking.



Jane - Yeah, I'd love to have hair like that woman who was molested by the kangaroo.

Daria - Really? She looks so every day.

Jane - I mean, after she was molested.

Daria - Ohhhh.

Jane - Make sure you get, like, the big clods of dirt and stuff in it.



Jane - I've said it before, I'll say it again: you have the coolest room.

Daria - It's got pros and cons. You can't hurt yourself in here, but you can't hurt anybody else in here, either.



Daria - Where did you learn to baby-sit?

Jane - I used to help with my sister Summer's kids, till they got old enough to run away.


















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‘if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.’

‘Thou art my brother because you are a human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.’

‘How can I sigh it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.’

~Khalil Gibram

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It is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.

that's me to a tee.  

too bad it's also the outline of schizophrenia.






(to draw attention to this moment i'm putting it in capitals.)
THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE COMMENTED ON ONE OF YOUR WORKS.
.. i think... i could have wen i was decipher. maybe. ... i actually dont remember. and i probably could... but i cant really be bothered.
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(point maken... uhh made.)
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oh finding
ways without words
to sing and to purr
loving without declarations
stuttered and slurred

- cat empire


we have learned to cheat the time
and find the hours
that the clocks cannot define  

-cat empire


I cannot say ‘oh sweetness’
like he could
and I cannot play a lullaby
like it should

I’ll give you all night movie marathon
and a triple expresso so you can stay awake
it might be late - but
it’s never too late


- cat empire
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as soon as the cat is out of the bag, I'm gone.


i just thought you should know.

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my back burns
and it seems the fire in my stomach
has spread throughout my skin






To kibitz is to be a *kibitzer*. That I am.