I AM NEVER RANDOM! IT JUST SEEMS THAT WAY BECAUSE YOU CAN'T READ MY MIND.

start to cry, i start to die, when that tear pooled in your eye

Wherefore art thou, oh my love?
No one knows.
Except to say thou r'nt at home.
I gasp then run;
'Tis as i feared;
Thou hadst spoken of thy death as it neared.
I run; i stumble, i trip and fall,
But knowing i must get to thee above all
Driveth me onward, maketh me take
Desperate measures to follow in thy wake.
I know where to find thee,
Thou explained it quite clear,
How to get from here to there.
And so i ran, with heart beating,
Legs flying, i ran to the place i knew thou i would'st find.
And find thee i did: thy silent deed was done:
Thou layest quite cold in a puddle of blood.
I threw myself down, pulled thee into mine arms,
Crying and sobbing and kissing thee hard.
But nothing happened, twas all for naught,
Thy beautiful soul, Death's minions had caught.
I looked down at mine body, covered with thy own life,
Inspired by thought, i searched for the knife
That had stabbed my love's heart.
I clutched it, then whispered, "I come where thou art."
So saying, i plunged the knife deep.
A moment of pain, then i fell in a heap.
The last moments of my life, my end of the race,
But it was soon over and i was greeted by thy face.

i'm sorry! so sorry... never meant to make you go or make you mad at me. i would never make you do that! i care. i wasn't ignoring you! i swear! i love you. i would never do that to you. never. never....

'Shhh!' those people tell me,
'Don't you say that word!'
Oh but the word is just so true.
'What are you saying?! Watch your mouth
That's not something you should do!'
Well duh. but when do i do what i should?
'At least for the sake of the children;
Kindly shut your mouth!'
So they don't have to know what it's like to feel pain?
'Would you please just stop talking?
You need some serious help.'
Maybe i do, but not your kind.
'Please-'
No. you can't shut me up.
You can't send me away.
The word might be Death,
But we all know that is real.
I might think about Suicide,
But that's just how i feel.
I might talk about Divorce,
Just so they now how it hurts.
No, i won't stop talking,
Cause you need to here the Truth.
So that you can feel someone elses emotions,
And lift them from the Dirt.
Help all those who've been touched by Death,
Heal those who contemplate Suicide,
Love those kids who got hurt by Divorce,
Then go tell someone else.

i'm so stupid! now he feels like i used him, and he's gonna hate me and never talk to me and i'm really being stupid. also, my feet realllllyyyy stink.

"...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.