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November 27th, 2007

10:54 pm: Another reason to check out The Patrick Project
Just in case you haven't switched over to my new site yet, here is a taste of what you are missing.

November 8th, 2007

07:25 pm: www.thepatrickproject.tk
So, if you didn't already know, I've moved to a new site. I know, I know, I just did this a few months ago when I moved here. Sorry, but The Daily Poem wasn't really working for me. Something about the "daily-ness" really freaked me out about it. It was like I was in a committed relationship with an overly demanding partner who just kept bitching at me. "Write me a poem. Now write me another! New Music days are boring! Your layout is ugly!"

Stupid Daily Poem.

Anyways, I've moved some of the material that I am most proud of, along with other pieces I've written from previous projects, to my new site: www.thepatrickproject.tk. If you want to stay loyal to the LiveJournal format, you can add me to your friends page via patrickproject.livejournal.com.

The new site will feature... well I don't know yet. It will feature whatever the hell I feel like posting to be quite honest. Although I will be bringing Ask Pat back for at least one more episode. If you want to see what else I'll be posting, be sure to check it out.

Thanks for following me on this crazy ride. Stay in touch.

November 5th, 2007

08:01 pm: Worst ever
Hey you. I missed you. What's that? You missed me too? Aw shucks, you're so sweet.

Hey, you want to play a game? Okay, cool. How about Worst Ever? You don't know how to play Worst Ever?! Here, let me show you.

Worst firefighters ever:

Get it? Awesome. Here's some more.

More Worst EversCollapse )

Current Mood: complacentcomplacent

September 13th, 2007

12:51 am: Give in and write something you lazy bastard
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!
I don't wanna!


Consider this a fucking poem!

Current Mood: lazylazy

September 11th, 2007

10:50 pm: Election
These politicians are all calling out to me
Option number 1
option number 2 and
option number 3
Each swears he is less evil than the other two
but none seem able to discuss the good that they want to do
They all warn me of the future and appeal to my fear
while staring into a camera, with a smile so insincere
They speak of their values, through speeches someone else wrote
they'd promise me their first child, if it meant that they'd get my vote
They do all that they do for the power and fame
they want their faces in history books, with an underlined name
And once that power is reached, they will forget about the promises made
they will suppress us, their people, because we make them afraid
Heavy is the head that must wear the crown
let's relieve them of the burden and take our government down

Current Mood: cynicalcynical

September 7th, 2007

07:20 pm: Ask Pat - Episode 2
Well, it looks like I'm going to be busy this weekend, so you fine folks will be given an extra bonus tonight. I'm not sure that I'll be able to post the second episode of Ask Pat before Monday which means I'm doing it tonight. So, on top of the dark poem that I wrote earlier today, you are getting Episode 2 of Ask Pat as an added bonus.

But I'm disappointed about the serious lack of questions. I'm having to resort to answering spam e-mails I'm receiving. I know that you can do better than that. Please, please send in a question for me to answer for next week's episode. Or, if you want, tell your friends about the show and have them ask their own questions. If I receive better questions, you will all receive a better show. Help me, help you. Let me be the Tom Cruise to your Cuba Gooding Jr. Savvy?

Anyfuck, enjoy.
(Be sure to watch the end.)

Current Mood: amusedamused
07:10 pm: Dark
We speak of friction
as though it were fiction
but there is one who won't follow such ways
She sleeps through the light
and only comes out at night
for nothing excites her during the days
With a tongue made of fire
and a body of barb wire
she preys on her lovers like a shark
In leather she dresses
and with it she suppresses
this mistress who calls herself "Dark"
She will enter your dreams
and course through your blood stream
penetrating your soul with a kiss
Then she'll sip on champagne
while you're suspended by chains
for only in Dark can you feel such bliss

Current Mood: deviousdevious

September 6th, 2007

09:31 pm: The Line
The line dividing love from hate
narrows as I stand by and watch
I jump across from side to side
playing a sick game of hopscotch.
The line dividing love from hate
is the tightrope on which I tread
Will the wind blow from the east or west?
Either way, when I land I am dead.
The line dividing love from hate
is blurry and undefined
the haze of it makes me so dizzy
will I fall forward or tumble behind?
The line dividing love from hate
is small as an atom about to be split
there will certainly be an explosion
so do I stay or do I quit?

Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed

September 5th, 2007

11:39 pm: The formula for life

(Who says math can't be poetic?)

Current Mood: bouncybouncy

September 4th, 2007

03:48 pm: The Invisible Man
He walks among us;
beside us;
between us.
Shifty and slippery,
watching her every move
with an eye that sees all.
Hidden within our senses
masked beneath the daydreams of the innocent.
Like a ghost that possesses a virgin
he infiltrates her body.
Worshipped transgressions
Forgiven infidelities
The invisible man cannot be accused of immorality
Who shall object
to an affair with the air?
He does not exist.
He is not real.
But merely a fantasy
imagined by a curious young girl
who invited the supernatural to bed.

Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
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