My life is a rug with the threads slowly unraveling. I try to hold the ends, but there are too many for me to grab, too many. So gradually, they slip out of my hands, until I am left with a single strand. I hold the strand up, carefully, between my fingers. “So you are all that’s left of a once grand tapestry? All that’s left of my life? I think you would be lonely if you had to stay here all alone, so I’m letting you go. Follow the rest and let me be.” I let the tiny thread go, watched the last piece of my life float away. And finally, I was happy. Because I was gone.

i'm annoying. cody acts like it, sasha acts like it, caleb acts like it and i don't see bephy anymore. cody has started acting all fake around me and caleb doesn't even talk to me anymore. every time i call cody, he can't talk. it's my fault too. i acted like the whore i am, and i didn't keep my promise to him. now that i've told sasha, things are getting weird. and i have no one to blame but me. so what? i'm better off a loner anyway.

Valentine's Day
Is a day
For lovers,
For fathers and mothers,
And significant others.
But also, when all that goes away,
For those who will stay
All alone for another day.
A paradox, some might say,
But may i put in that i disagree:
Are not lovers and loners alike in some way?
They will both sit for long hours,
Pondering life and all of the powers
Of love.
Both consider themselves to be
Each in their own way, of course, free:
One from ever being lonely;
One with the freedom that loneliness brings.
Which one is happier?
We'll probably never know.
For one must be both to equally show.
And a loner can't be a lover,
Just as a lover can't be a loner.
Anyone who says they can
Is certainly a poser.
For how can you love,
Yet want to be alone?
How can you want solitude,
And want to be with someone?
The love of a lover is his love.
The love of a loner is his solitude.

             Paradox?
               J. K. Maxwell

Up she looks, into the face
Of her betraying lover.
She may have hopes, she may have prayers,
But now he holds them high above her.
He crushes them, dropping them to the ground,
Scattering them to the four winds, ne'er to be found.
He turns around; walks away:
She knows he broke her heart today.
When she gets home, the razor flies,
Mingling red with the water she cries.
Blood, it falls 'till there is no more,
Exceot for the deep red puddle on the floor.
Tears; they stopped flowing, quickly dried,
While the blue-eyed broken one died.

      Blood and Tears of the Broken
            J. K. Maxwell

"she looks up into his face, the one that said he'd never hurt her. well, now he's leaving, leaving, leaving; leaving her far behind.she cries, then once all's private, takes the razor, slits her wrists, then watches as blood mingles with salty water, Blood and Tears of the Forgotten"

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.