"...stop using your brain while you still can."
               -[Jeed]

You tell me this wrold is full of evil
sorrow and despair.
But heck , even i could tell you
there's no truth there!
In this world, there are millions of things to make one laugh,
smile and be happy.
You don't even have to look hard:
standing at the levy,
looking at the sky and knowing you could fly
getting a smile from a strange passerby.
Any thing that makes life worth while to you
That's what you should look forward to!

hang me, shoot me
Grab me, loot me
Stab me, rape me
Take me far away.
Throw me off the edge,
i might come back to haunt you.
Cut me, hit me,
Starve me, beat me,
Someday i might care,
But for know i just want to get away from here.

he's gone, but there; of course, he's always there! he never leaves he always stays even whn he's gone away. his presence lingers in the room, you can't simply sweep it with a broom and expect it to be gone, to go with him so far away. the moon falls from the sky the day he really goes away

When love is there,
So can desire be, flaming and hot.
But with only passion, love, sometimes is not.

"The Wind Blows Backward"- awesome love story! it is the best book i have read in a long time. If anyone wants to talk about it with me, feel welcome!

there is a man,
clothed all in black
he's tall and he's skinny
and the things like that.
He's the one that steals the youth
from our eyes,
who makes us to cry.
what is his name?
well he goes by many:
Death, poverty, destruction or despair
like i said there's many names spoken into the air
misfortune, disease,
when someone you love dies,
or leaves you in the street.
i will ad a new name to this fellow dressed in black,
His name i call Reality,
for in that, nothing lacks

into the reality that starves the mind,
That almost makes me forget your hand in mine
the way it was when 'er we touched
if only in reality, love was enough.

What to write? what is right? we all have words in our minds,
Mine just come out every time
I hit the bed.
Is my pillow really God's shoulder
that i can lay on and cry over?
or is it all just one big joke,
that ends as soon as i get poked
Out of this daydream?

Sing for the moment;
Then the moment is gone,
And you're left in the silence
That rings like a gong.

Laugh for the moment;
Then the moment is gone
Leaving you empty
When your thoughts stay too long.

Love for the moment;
Then the moment is gone,
Leaving you wondering
Where on earth you went wrong.

        this is what happened when you left me
        another one from sasha...he's good at these... 

would it help you to know that someone cares about you and cries for you when someone else hurts you? it should.

Some part of me deep inside
Tells me you're just using me
To make you feel better.
Another part says 'No,
He wouldn't do that,
Not after all that's happened.'
The deep part says 'He'll get what comfort you can give,
Then go back to her.'
The other says strongly 'No, he won't.'
The deep one argues,
But eventually sees the truth:
You're my friend,
And you do care.
You won't just conveneantly forget
When she comes back to you.
You won't forget the times
I'd comfort you.
You won't.

       when i need a friend he is there when he needs a friend i am there, but when we need love we are dead
title given by[Sacha Nikolai] thank you!!
         

is there really any other way to describe something bad happening than say "The-stone-that-rolls rolled on me"? if you ask me that the best way to put it...but that just me.

If I knew who you were,
I could love you.

If I looked into your eyes,
I could need you.

But the real question is;
If you saw me,
Could you love me?

If you looked into my eyes,
Could you need me?

Or would you find someone else,
And leave me
With the imprint of you on my mind,
Forever?

You know I want you,
You know I need you
Close to me,
Touching me,
Holding me tightly,
Never to let go.

You left your mark upon my body,
You scorched me with your passion,
And gave me a third-degree burn.
Always I will bear this scar,
'Cause I'll make sure it doesn't have time
To heal before we hold each other again.

You know I need you,
Both of us together,
Bodies entwined in passion,
Fulfilling both our needs,
Our wants, and desires.


You left you mark upon my soul,
The ever-present mark of ownership;
A burn, a scar to remind me
Of how much you need me too.

                Third-degree Burn
                    written by [Your Favorite Stranger]
                    to the roller of the-stone-that-rolls

How can I want you,
Say that I belong to you,
Dream of you
In my arms,
And have the same feelings
For him?
I can't help myself,
Can't help the way I feel.
I just want both of you,
Even if you are more real.

owwiii! my fingers hurt!! my callus is twice it's original size!! but i'm happy!! it was all for a project that is still being worked on. i'm copying down Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem, The Lady of Shalott that is one of my favorites and i am trying to work on memorizing it along with copying it.

i had this weird dream last night that my friends grandma was having Brad Pitt over at her house to play crochet (or however you spell it). my whole family went over there and all the adults just talked with eachother, like having Brad Pitt at your house was an evryday event!! anyway, all of us younger people were sitting in this car, that was like a box with wheels and a cab, and talking with Brad except me because i felt like watching. after all of them left, (the younger kids) Brad had this long list (i'm embarased to say) of things my siblings wanted him to get for them! he looks at me and i look at him, and i say,' they're just kids and that kind of stuff makes kids happy' or something along those lines. then we start talkin', and laughing and having a great time like friends do (Brad Pitt and me?! friends?!) until we have to go rescue the kids in a car without brakes that rolling down a steep hill. Brad disappears from the dream after that, but until i woke up, i had this feeling that i had gotten a new friend. pretty weird, huh?

have you ever wondered what would happen to mankind and the human race if everything and everyone disappeared except fo you and all the kids on you bus? no one else anywhere? well, i guess the insults about "i wouldn't make out with you if you were the last guy/girl on the planet" would kinda come into play..... naw, i'd just let it all die out. Mankind could die out and God could create a new earth and everything, but i would not keep it going myself!! there is no way i would have a child by _any_ guy on my bus! even if it meant the end of.....everything!!