|Tuesday, February 7th, 2006|
The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:
"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com
) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com
) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."
Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.
~jen Current Mood: bouncy
|Saturday, May 28th, 2005|
|Thursday, July 17th, 2003|
The Dreamer's First Dream, Present
A young boy sits at his computer, not a keystroke or mouse click to be heard, but instead he stares out his window at the outside world. Through his looking glass he can see the trees and the green grass. He can see into his neighbor's yard to the bottom of his pool, crystal blue waters. The heat from the sun beats down on him relentlessly, coming through the windows through which the boy sees the world. He is hot and longs to feel refreshed, to take a dive in his neighbor's pool and cool off, yet the heat has beat him down, so that he cannot muster the strength to even open his looking glass and let the outside in. Instead, he lets the heat the build in his room with no way to escape. His sweat begins to run out as he feels a chill run through his body. It will not be long now before he passes out; he must get outside and feel the breeze, yet to do this simple thing, he must first get up... Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, June 23rd, 2003|
my first post here
you know the feeling...when you're in the mosh pit...and everything seems to go really slow?
that vibe...that the band gives...the energy of the music just seems to slow down time...
thats what i want to do...i know i can't...but fuck, thats what i want to do...
i really want to do that...i want to be up on stage...making people feel that...
i want to make the world stop
i want to be able to write good songs...songs i can actually sing...songs that actually have meaning...
i want to be up on stage...i want to people to feel me through music...i want to slow down their hearts...and
speed up their pulse...i want them to think...i want them to jump...i want them to sing along...i want them to
and i don't want to sing heavy metal...that shit doesn't have enough meaning...not enough depth...
i want to make them deaf with my music...i want to make them see with my words...i want people to remember
me for the things i did...i want to touch someone...anyone...
i want someone who i've never met...someone i'll never know...to be touched by things i did...by things i said... Current Mood: artistic
|Tuesday, February 11th, 2003|
in a place where the willow weeps
under the stars of this gentle night
to tired to let my eyes put up a fight
of some place that goes unseen
where angels fly, time stands still
enough of reality, i had my fill
so to bed
to lay down my weary head
let my eyes close 1 more time
and haveing hope in tommorow that hope will shine.
|Friday, January 24th, 2003|
A dream i had.
The most recent dream was quite strange. I don't remember most dreams unless they are very elaborate and strange like this one. It all started with me going to a concert and watching a band later on I made friends with the band and one of the band mates slept over my house in one of the 2 beds in my room. We talked for most of the night about touring and what its like to be big, he told me it not what you think it would be. Then he invited me to go touring with him down the east coast. I said sure and we got up and went. Our first stop was RI and we got out at some palace that I guess they were playing at. He made me head security guard. I saw some girl slip in that wasn't support to. I chased her all over the palace. I eventually got her when I trapped her in this 1800-century kitchen. We fought I tackled her. Then she told me of some conspiracy and some secret entrance to another world in this castle. It fascinated me cause the way she told it. She told me to find some old women who could tell me how to get to it, but no one has found her for 300 yrs. So I let her go and she said good bye as I turned around to get out something and I turned back she was gone?but there were no doors she was trapped in a corner?. i felt around for a marking like a secret door there was none?. so it freaked me out and I ran out. When I got outside there was a rebellion of security guards who wanted to undermined me and take over. I met the leader of the rebellion we talked. It didn't seem to work so he sent the security guard on me but them I told them to take this traitor to the police station ad they all grabbed the other guy cause I told them they would take VW Beatle to the next stop which was a 14 hour drive and there was 9 of them so they listened. Then I went to the door they were blocking which was this big glass room. Inside were statues all over the room and knights in every corner like the antique kind. But inside them were security guards. All of a sudden I noticed a thief walking out with a Painting I told him to stop and put the painting back or else he would trigger an alarm and the security guards would be on him. Then a voice came over the announcements and that scared him so he ran the security guards chased him in their armour.some ran threw the glass walls and eventually captured him. Then I Noticed at the end of this hall there was a painting of a door. I opened it and there were people walking around in a circle looking at other painting then there was screen door I walked through that one. It led me into a great gymnasium with no bleachers or things on the walls or basketball nets. Fog covered the ground. A ball rolled towards me off in the distance I noticed a little girl. I talked to her. It turns out she was the old women. But yet still holding on to her innocence. Then she point to a door off in the fog and tell me a story about to bears under a hill. Then she tells me to go cause something I chasing me. So I run and eventually I meet up wit the 2 bears. They tell me about the story of a great hero bear. The only way I could see him though is if I breathe in the flames of this fire they had going under hill. The reminded me of midgets home. So I we breath in the flames. And go looking for him. We saw the ghost bear he was huddled in a corner next to a door up some steps of a house. I talked to him he said the way out was through this door. But I didn't understand what he met by that and then Santa came up the steps and said will u lead my sleigh to the bear. Then I looked the bushes on my rite besides the steps that let to the door and a jaguar jumped in the bushes and I woke up.
|Thursday, January 16th, 2003|
star make this world so bright.
and swallowed the pain. Always in pain but never crieing. Always in pain but never dieing.. Eyes always open looking out for the one named fate, or for the courage to get up and run into the dagger that layed infront of him.
hope is that distant star to the north. that distant star that lights the way home....the way to your heart..and im that sailor lost on some distant raft starting to sink......and in the dark of the nite screaming where is my hope...where is my star..and you know the rest cuase the captian always goes down with the ship..
when love becomes oppresion
suffication is so ordinary
then you choke with a smile
The lies leave you blind
and your walking bruised and swollen
and lyer walks beside
but when you get scared
and there is no one there
left in abandon ment
and when the end is near
he comes back
to watch the curtians fall
to hit the ground
just like your tears
he comes back
to only to watch you die
|Wednesday, January 8th, 2003|
Hi I'm new and this dream confuses me. If you have any clue please let me know!
I dreamt I was talking to my grandmother who died about 15 years ago. I kept asking her something but she would only say, "I can't tell you I can help you though. You need to talk to God." The weird thing is that I watched her face as she said this. In reality she and I have the same eye structure. If you have ever looked closely at my eyes you'd know they are a unique almond shape. Hers were the same. I've traced them in photographs for as long as I can remeber... As i was talking to her the color of her eyes changed so that it looked like I was looking into my own eyes. That in itself was weird...
But then she left and I went back to my own life... I looked down at my wrists and hands and they were bleeding... I took off my shoes to find that my feet were bloody as well. There were welts on my forehead. It was very strange and everyone I came in contact with turned white as a ghost and ran away from me. I don't know why i was inflicted with stigmata... it was very weird. I woke up shivering.
What does that mean? Current Mood: confused
I have never posted on here before. I joined this community a long time ago and I just realized I've never posted on here before.
I have dreams about true love and all of that bullshit
Then i have dreams about finding dead children in the woods.
Thank god I never have both varieties in the same night.
|Thursday, November 21st, 2002|
i want a better version of this tattoed on my back and in the heart the name of my love. and if i ever have kids, and my freinds and family, tattoes in the steps of jacobs latter. so the whole thing represnts everlasting love.
stars attached to peoples souls by string and there floating away...some dream i had.
some drawings i drew Current Mood: bored
|Wednesday, November 6th, 2002|
* tvs are melting
Two suns almost look like hands Reaching out and casting blue and purple shadows down upon the white-sanded world of this world of unknown. A baron waste lands now, but once a fertile place fill ed with populous. Nothing living remains here, all except 1 being. Fallen cities of there own destructions broken and decaying, once They held life but now hold nothing but silence. Around this city lies Twisted bonnie mountains almost looking like they are reaching for the skiesnot like the mountains of are world. Off the ee of the Moatains there are Oceans made of glass distancing off into forever no ridges nothing but flat shimmering surfaces. Sometime if u walk the ocean flats u can see piles of TV boxes piled up like hill though in the center of this ocean and sometimes u see see them melted or melting into the ground. Along the coast Pillars of spiked stones stick up from the ground looking like stalactites from catacombs (the things hanging from ceilings of caves) on the distant shores of the oceans of glass. Walking threw the Pillars they say you can sometimes u hear the voices of the past, the cries of a last breath letting go. or maybe is the hollow wind blow. a lost souls wonders alone. Hopelessly searching for another like him..
|Tuesday, October 29th, 2002|
So... it comes back from the dead eh?
And here I had thought this community died so long ago... well, I suppose I'll post a poem then ne? Don't have to worry about anyone I know seeing it, considering the only friend of mine that reads this place anymore is the Mish. He wouldn't show anyone right ;)
Anywho, enough rambiling, behold, my first poem.Empty
It was over now.
He had hoped and dreamed for it to happen and now it was over. He had locked his love into one person and she had left him. He tried to make her happy. tried as hard as he could. He studied how she worked just to find some way to better himself in her mind. He had give everything he was and would be to her. She told him he was wrong. Told him he shouldn't do that. She said being fixed on one emotion would only lead to sadness in grief. He didn't care how sad he was, as long as she was happy. All he had ever wanted was for her happiness. If it wasn't with him it was all right, for she would be happy. He tried to think positive. Tried to think it would be better. He told himself that he would forget about it. That he would be happy with another.
And he lied.
He remembered how pathetic his relationship had been. He hadn't even kissed her. He had kissed her before but not how he had wanted to. He had wanted to slowly slip his hand around the side of her face and pull her closer to him. He had wanted to slowly tip her head to the side and his to the other. He wanted his lips on hers to make the world disappear. He wanted that moment of bliss where nothing mattered.
But more than this he wanted one thing. He wanted only a sole moment. This would have completed his hopes and fulfilled his needs. He had just wanted to hold her. He wanted one moment to in a loving embrace. He wanted to feel her body close to his and tell her he loved her.
He wanted to cry.
He wanted to hold her and cry. To have his dreams and wishes fulfilled. Just one moment of bliss was all he wanted. Just to let his bottled emotions out in a stream of tears. He had only wanted a moment of her life that he could hold on to forever. that was his one wish. But it was shattered. It was gone, lost in the forever changing sea of life. It could never be fulfilled. It could never happen now. He tried to bring that back. He searched into the depths of his heart to feel that love...
He felt nothing.
His strong emotion and love had been missing since that day. He longed for that feeling to come back, to be able to feel that burning love again. But now, he only felt empty. When he was around her he felt coldness beyond cold, an emotion lost. He wished he could be able to love her, even if she didn't feel the same way. Just to have that feeling of warm love back. It didn't matter ho thought what. That feeling had completed him. But it was gone. gone forever. He knew it could not be restored. Nothing he could do could make him feel that again. She could not do anything to make him feel that again.
It was over now...
He was empty.
Hrm... not much of a poem is it? what a load of crap...
Feh. I was 12, blame Kim, she inspired it =P Current Mood: blank
lost in my misery
lost in your smile
it took me awhile
to get where i needed to be
it took me awhile to be able see Current Mood: horny
|Sunday, October 20th, 2002|
Reflection Of Feelings
Everything can be beautiful its all about how persive things. for everything is unique so its beautiful in its own way.
tell me what u think. i drew it tonite. based on my feelings
in the darkness, at the bottom of my heart.corners darkened. i wait for u. the one named fate. waiting for u to cover me with your arms of love. to save me. but waiting seems so hopeless. wall scard walls and floors cracked and realy to break, in a pool of blood of tears alone, abandoned. i hear voices echo "forsaken, forgotten, dead." screaming as i rip it apart, "SOMEONE SAVE ME." emotions a cures.and yet...no one comes. and im alone...in decay....in the love. Current Mood: melancholy
|Monday, October 14th, 2002|
you love one
and you love another
you cannt love yourself
but find love in each other
in a game of 3 no one will over come
in the end alone and memorys won.
but this game of tilt and spin
just brings scars up from underneath the skin
everone hurtz instead
and the rivers run red
more pain to foget pain
a never ending cycle for the ones in shame
darwins theory siad survival of the fit
will u miss this its gone just a tad bit.
but sweet sweet im falling
but sweet sweet im calling
you said you wouldnt give up without a fight
then say yes to it,to that queston just for tonite
we can play pretend like i dont exist
and i can eat my candy and walk in a myst
to hide from other eyes
and tell them nothing but love and lies
and when we make love it can be a secret
and tell the other you regret it.
welcome to the world of denial
it helps when your a child
it can be so overwheling to all take
but the truth is there so wake up for a world so fake.
bur razor will kill the pain
razor will kill the ones in shame
razor use it to blame
razor cause u care, or is that u clame
razor i bet will have a effect
razor will kills the ones u love i bet. Current Mood: crushed
|Wednesday, September 4th, 2002|
Can you See me Behind this Mask ..?
Angels of my Apocolypse
Locked in puritys stomache
Stuck in fanceys dreams
unawaken from loves nightmares
still hidden in the shadows
there the seas glow crimsom
there i will wait
lost amongst a crowd
could u point me which way is home
scream go unheard
scars go unoticed
still echoes on
shattered remants of another life
a statue of hate for our existence
reflections go deeper
in my blood i see you
in my cuts i feel you
in my tears i hate you
im infected Current Mood: calm
"No" meant "No". What happens next?
One day it happens. You're going about your daily business; catching the train to work/school, walking down the road to buy lunch from the local fish& chip shop, maybe even just going to see a movie with friends on a friday night. And there she is. The one. The one you've been looking for all your life. The one who you may not have even been consiously aware that you were looking for. But one who's mere entrance into your life has affects you in a profane way. One who generates a desire in you stronger than you've ever experienced before: A desire to be with her.
Time Passes. You play the game. Casually flirting with her. Sending her the odd anonymous rose on St.Valentine's day. Maybe even a poem or two. Hell you might even just come right out and ask her to go out with you. Your greatest fear is confirmed: She says "No."
It's not like this story hasn't been played over and over again by Hollywood. I'd bet that most people in the world have personally lived it at some point in their lives. My question is, what happens next?
Do you walk away pouting, never to see her again? Do you drink until you can't even remember your own name, let alone hers? Do you half-heartedly aggree to "just be friends"?
God knows. Personally, I grabbed onto her with both hands and refused to let her slip out of my life. I wasn't going to let her become yet another face that I never saw again after graduation.
So maybe you won't exchange rings with her infront of a priest, or watch the same set of kids grow up, or even share a sexual experience with her. But that wicked rush she gave you in the very beginning? That's gotta mean something. Even if it's not "she's the one that one day will be waking up next to you every morning"."I'll take you any way I can get you, Riggs" - Lorna (Lethal Weapon 4) Current Mood: grateful
|Friday, June 28th, 2002|
I'm a new poster. I wanted to join a community, and this one seemed like my style. walking on trails unknown
wandering in a empty forest
you think you are alone
then you here a small birds chorus
|Saturday, June 15th, 2002|