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Name: jon
Location: Mustang, Oklahoma, United States
Birthday: 2/12/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: music all the time...all the time..all the time. Iam a writer. nothing gets me more than to read something beautiful or hear something beautiful. the movie ''fight club''.. last and never least.. love.... its what makes this world worth living in..
Expertise: noone can really have one unless there proffesional and im not one of those..........yet.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
9/9/2003
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| iv got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train... | | |
| In the car with my head leaned to the glass and the sun still shy an hour of comming back. I breath, and I listen to the road, and I smile, and I sigh cause i know.. That I still worrie to much. And my head is so cluttered when I think I stutter. I'm already slow enough, but its all i know.
It's a stop pass the sign for a rest. I'v got to make this a good one cause it's 300 till the next. Outside there's a man with his back to a tree. By the wave of his hand it seemed he was looking for me. So I asked Sr. do I know you or you'r name. He replied " no you don't cause I'll never be the same". This is unusuall, this is crazy, is it real? Sr. are you okay, do you need a doctor, how do you feel?
He says " I think I still worrie to much, and my head is so cluttered when I think I stutter. Im already slow enough". So I smile at the man with grief. I said "dont worrie" as i picked him up off of his knees. I pointed, so he stared at the sunrise scenery. I said "this is life, there's no worries, this is what your missing". So dont give up.
- Jonathan Michael Malatesta- | | |
| tomorrow we graduate.. and from the looks of it life is turning its page and starting new.. what most people dont relise is that you write your own book.. the choices you make and the things you do all come to an ending.. i can look at certain people and bring myself to forgotless memories.. things that changed my life completly.. i thank god everytime i encounter a fellow classmate and exange conversation of how stupid, thoughtless, ruthless, or careless we could have been. those moments are what made me. i cant help to laugh a little at my past.. sometimes i dont think that i could have been more wrong than ever but i am thankfull for that. you live you learn.
some people look at this as an ending but in all reality this is just a begining. something that i am so thankfull for and something that i will never forget. it seems like yesterday having my first day of school at the ninth grade center.. then i wasnt even worried about what i was going to be doing in five years.. now we are all wondering.. | | |
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"Bowl Of Oranges"
The rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in my dreaming,
so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open.
Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just been.
So I dressed myself and left then, out into the gray streets.
But everything seemed different and completely new to me.
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body.
And each person I encountered, I couldn't wait to meet.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said "{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can't do for yourself."
He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help."
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, "I think I'm cured. No, in fact, I'm sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile."
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.
That is why I'm singing...
Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying,
I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad,
then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company
through those days so long and black.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.
But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall.
Then I think we would see the beauty.
Then we would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges,
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. | | |
| - 8 have a happy easter and have a nice heads up on the new acoustic version of our song lucy that is going to be on there later today.. -jon-
www.myspace.com/thesurelymethod | | |
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