The wind is strong tonight...quite a contrast of last night, which was oddly still-unnervingly so.


I am feeling very foolish right now. So much so, I am on the verge of tears...And I am not COMPLETELY sure why o_O


:P Happy Mother's Day, me!!

It has been so long my friend.
I still think about you, and your young life-so wasted.
So sad.
I still want to take your place,
Because you are missed.
In your mind, in your bath-
You know no more seizures-
at least you felt no pain as the water burned through your flesh.
Yes-how fortunate!
You are gone, but I still love you.

The wind blows yellow rose petals across your grave.
Jesse

If ever we should meet...

Ache
So many things to long for...
I hear the Storm
How I shudder!
It comes upon me: with wonder I behold
Each storm becomes a part of me.
Heavy, so heavy...
I am frightened,
And who will stand with me?
The weight--I hope it is never more than I can bear.
Let me cowar
And there is no one to embrace me...

SHAI HULUD "A Profound Hatred of Man"

If these hands would only kill.
They'd cleanse the world with its own blood.
They'd cleanse the world, if these hands would only kill.
These hands should cleanse your soul of the lust and greed of this world.
And they call me a fool, as they do so well.
Destroy the morality none have known for so long if ever at all.
And I would lay down my life to birth a new generation of a righteous culture.
To a people I could proudly love and cherish.
For that's all I've ever asked for and been deprived of.
Not a tear for those of flesh
Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself.
Not a miniute more of degredation.
Words cannot express my disappointment.
Words cannot express my dispproval.
So I hate.
I hate a world that is capable of triumph.
Do I stand idly by and let this world disintegrate.
This world will pass away, and my emotions with it.
Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind.
A Profound Hatred of Man


from the ablum Hearts Once Nourished With Hope and Compassion

hehehe...She wants to save the unenlightened. Tell me, God would not have created others in His image?! Not that I am, but how does one proclaim to know the mind and will of God???!!!

i want my knife...

There is hell within me,
I want to sever my existence-
cut out my heart and smear my face in rivers of my own blood.
Cut out my sickness, and show all who surround
This is mine-this is no more.
Cry for me, and hate me, and spit upon my corpse.
What ills of humans have i not harboured?
What more can i do
If i could not save this Life?

mist...Starlight...death...
Sadness...sickness
Earth...Time
Shall I work my Will?

...I love you...I just want to love you...

...I do not wish to be a god...I want to be a Savior...

Waiting patiently
Beneath this pale half moon,
You -
There can be nothing else
In my eyes,
Blind-but for You.
My heart,
Still-yet strives for life.
If not for You -
How might I seek any strength, a will to survive, a spirit to carry all of this hell and beauty we make our existence?
You -
Give me everything,
After every pain and terror,
You Are Everything.
Be my god, and I shall be You.

...I want to die for you...

I want to be Jesus Christ...

something stabbing me in the ribs...can i feel more worthless...*sobs*

I am feeling quite odd at the moment--
And damnit!! I am one sexy bitch!! 
O_o I think I am tired...just a bit...I get silly when I am tired...
It's after midnight, and I really want to go outside and scream profanity into the dark, cold night...No reason, just want to!! Can I?! PLEASE??!!
hehe

I awoke a few mornings ago to my daughter calling: "Birdie! Birdie!? Birdie!!" from her bed to a bird that was singing outside of her window...As if it could hear her...To carry on a conversation with it. It was so cute, I almost cried!! 
My little one is getting so cute and clever and crazy--she just turned three in February!! :)

I did not write these lyrics--a Christian hardcore band called UNDERoath did...and I cried as I read them...these are only pieces of the song...

"Cries of the Past"--UNDERoath
It happened all so fast heavy with sleep my eyes closed
The next thing I remember was crawling out from the car and seeing you lying there
Holding your head and kissing you for the last time
The taste of blood on my lips
Your clothes ripped apart perfumed with gas
It seems like it was yesterday when the rain poured down
I can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again
Saturday, December 4th that night would become a grave that would crush my heart
Joy and laughter exchanged for grief and silence
Searching for so long to find you and the moment you were ripped from me...
The wind blew your heart over my eyes and I slept for days praying not to awake, but these dreams can only last so long...
Touching your cold hand wishing it would touch me back...
It feels so real like old times but it's nothing, it's nothing

You know what really, REALLY gets on my nerves?? When Elftowners say they are Elfwood artits or writers, yet they leave blank the page links!!! Do not tell me you are an artist or writer, then give me no opportunity to check out your master-pieces...Or is it because you only WISH you were an artist or writer of the Woods?!!!! 
RAAHHH!!! 

YOU ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!

What power it is that you have over me!
 You can make me bleed
Or make me burn.
Do as you will...
I am nothing without you to make solid my Shadow.

And all things will bow to me...
No darkness envelops as does mine,
No breeze as cold as my wrath,
No blaze can rage as my hate.

And you will feel nothing
but Rapture...
No sight as captivating as my earth--
My element, my calling, my joy.

Yet...

There is but One who knows my weakness--
My fear...
And I shall perish...
All things will rejoice...

My spirit cries out--
Let the water never greet me,
Let it never take me, and use me,
And enslave me...

...so...sleepy...I miss Elfwood!! *sob*