Kurt ([WonderTweek]) and I made this It's Crazy Mad Scientist dude

this is crazy dude's side kick.. also made by Kurt and I ^_^

yet another poem.. i got in alot of troube today over all my poems. i left three of them lying on my computer desk, and my dad found them.. he then proceeded to yell and stuff. it annoys me because i dont see the problem with them.. it's jsut writting. a form of art if anything.

A bitter kiss that follows the steps
Hovering alog the winding paths
Passage to dream for the passage to wake
To leave behind the burning waves

Lay your head down
On that pillow to wake
With tears in your eyes
That seal to escape

Waste no time living
You run every time trying
And when your time is done
You've wasted it all dyeing

The sun in the mornings
Chases the shadows in your eyes
But the rain of the evenings
Matches the tears you wont cry

And every moment is gone
But the time wont move on
It repeats in your brain
Renewing each pain

And you run
Twist and turn
In your sleep
In it creeps
Like a sordid disease
Takes you to your knees
Run circles in that cell
Panis breathes in from hell

Wings slipt in the wind
And dreams will burn in the light
But dont lay your head down in fear
Fate shant keep you tonight.

Upon Ali's request.. here are a few more poems..


The is a place of darkest places
Untold fears and nameless faces
Whispered screams and dried up tears
Silent cries that no one hears

The is a land where full of pain
The smallest learn to make hurt fade
And in their state of almost dead
Learn to hide inside their head

There is a land of living death
Cant measure life by seeing breath
Hearts may beat and blood may flow
But all inside are empty souls

There is a sea of cold dark waters
Filled with he''s own son's and daughteres

Cast there by another's hand
Drowning with no sight of land

There is a chamber cold and dark
Where evil leaves it's ugly mark
Where hearts are poisoned till they die
And children learn to never cry

In this depth of darkest places
Gloom and dead of night encases
Foundations of an earthy hell
And evil that no one may tell

Souls cry out and seek release
Letting go they beg for peace
Hell is mirrored in their faces
These children of the darkest places

Ali talked me into typing up some of my poems..

Silently falling from grace
Thinking of your gentle face
Capturing the moments of bliss
Wishing for one last kiss
Craving your gentle touch
Wanting you to hold me so much
Only to simply show...
Promises of never letting go
But now your gone and forgotten
Left me behind only begotten
Sliding the silver razor
Siting quietly only to savor
The feeling of it's kiss
Pathetically it's come to this
Watching the blood encircle the floor
Staring blankly at the broken door
Slipping away into the night
You could have made things right
A life is easily lost
Shadowed by a forbidded frost

this was written on a night of.. well i think you get the picture.

here's another..

Sweetly dreams stay away
For not to let them out to play.
An orchard of graves covered in black
Blind my sanity not intact
Bestowing glows from all the rayne
Falling below to drown the lain
Wash away the clean no more
And death will crawl near my door
Leak in the cracks and soon will stain
My pure white doves with red and pain
Now silence Falls upon the Slight
Kissing each whisper with fear, Goodnight


and another..

Severed from the stem of life
An exquisite shard of grace
Standing so poised inside the jar
Shaming silvers, satin, gold and lace

Your coloring is past devine
It glows inside the twilight hour
Every petal sings a million songs
It calls on every ear, and every eye shall stare

Lo, the evenings pass
Sullen as each night before
And your colors begin to fade
Seep to showing from your core

Your head begins to bow
Gentle leaves begin to rest
No longer can you glow
Your life has faired it's crest

Your colors sadly darken
Hanging silently from your bone
Dying inside that worn out jar
Your pain shall not be known

Curling in as you feebly disgress
You were stripped from all you knew
Slowly as your body dies through
Your days are now at few

You're a pixel of a dire soul
Wilted from the empty life
Divested of your sacred ways
You now envince your strife

Each petal holds a million hurts
As they fall onto the ground
For into the hollow night
Decaying without a sound

You lost the minute glory
Perhaps forgotten or replaced
But once your lucid exults shined
Lest I never forget your grace.

I wrote this in the middle of class one day.. my teacher had a deep red rose sitting in a mason jar on her desk..

meh.. i have more i could put up.. but write now i dont feel like typing them all.

today was one of the hardest days of my life..

today was the day that i buried one of my closest friends.
she died on june 20th 2005.
she was speeding down a windy curvey road and hit a tree.. this caused her to fly into another tree. the impact tore the car into pieces.. literally. she died on impact.

i went and saw what was left of her car today before the funeral.. and well. there wasnt much left at all..


R.I.P. Olivia Dawn Weaver.

born december 20th 1984
died june 20th 2005.

i love you, and i miss you.. i'll look after Jonathan for you.