A river runs softly through a forest, which is filled with tall, old trees. All is peaceful, and only nature's sounds can be heard; birds' songs, the occasional sound of a falling branch, the gentle rushing noise of the river itself. It is in the evening, and though it is summer, few bugs are out. It is a beautiful place, seemingly undisturbed by man.
Suddenly, the silence is broken by such a terribly sad and heart-wrenchin
The boy, though, is crying as though his heart had been ripped out, held up for the veiw of all, then broken in half and stuck back in, as a poor excuse for a heart. His sobbs aren't really that loud, but the feeling in them speaks louder than any amount of volume could. They speak of hurt, they ask questions: Why do my friends abandon me when I need them the most? Why couldn't they be there for me? Why does all this hurt, even though it's happened so many times? Will it ever not hurt? There's feelings of love, loving so deeply, and so purely, it was the perfect description of the word. But that love, that perfect feeling, it was cast away as though it had no meaning, as though it was worthless. The boy's crying tells it all, tells it all to the creatures of the forest, and they are really the only ones who would understand it. No one else would take the time to listen to this boys crying, he knows this. The only words he speaks are so broken, they're barely even words; almost just a feeling being uttered: "No one could ever know how this feels . How bad this pain is. No one."
Those words said, he buries his head in his arms and sobs more. Therefore he doesn't notice when a man walks up to him. The man sits down next to him, and when the boy looks up, their eyes meet and it's as though they were talking without words. 'So you think that no one has ever felt the way you have, son?'
The boy nods, 'No one understands this, they couldn't; they've never felt it.'
The man smiles sadly. 'You poor boy. You think you are so alone in this world. Let me tell you something about someone I know. This man he had friends, and they were all close to him. He had showed these people things about themselves, and taught them, and loved them. And they him. There were crowds of these people, and though all were equally dear to him, he had a few very special friends. These people did everything together; they traveled together, they fished together, they ate together, they hung out together. They did this every day of their lives. These people were very special to the man. He saved special things to tell them, and them only. They would ask him questions, and he them, about life, and love, and things like that. Words cannot even begin to describe the bond between these people.'
The boy broke in; 'But he had so many good friends. This is what I mean; no one knows how I feel. They all have a bunch of friends just like these, ones that they can share everything with without being stabbed in the back.'
The man just looked down at him and said 'I'm getting their boy, hold on.'
He cleared his throat and continued: 'Then, one day, while the man and his friends were camping out on a mountain, a mob came to get the man for something he had supposedly done. All of his friends knew he was innocent, yet all but one ran away. Later in the day, even that one friend lied and said that he didn't even know the man, that he hated him just as much as everyone else. So this man was alone, back-stabbed by all his friends, they had left him to face the mob by himself, to face everything by himself. He felt allone. Even the man's own father abandoned him, left him all alone out there. He felt such hurt, such pain in his heart, it was the greatest, most horrible pain ever felt in the world.' He looked down at the boy with such a caring gaze, the boy forgot to be sad for a moment. 'Thankfully you cannot even imagine the pain this man felt. But I wanted to tell you this so that you know that no matter how bad you feel, there is always someone who feels worse than you. I want you to remember this story, and keep it with you. This man loved, purer, and stronger than anyone in this world, and was rejected worse, and colder than anyone can imagine.' He patted the boy's back and wiped the tears off his cheeks. 'I'd best be getting back now, my family will be worrying about me.' He stood up, and began to walk away.
The boy thought for a moment, then turned where he sat and called out, "Who is this man?"
The man turned and smiled sadly, then called out softly "I am that man, boy." Then he walked off into the forest, leaving the boy sitting there.
i love Elftown, because no matter what is happening in the real world, i can be myself and and talk to other people here. it's awesome
~The Best Things In Life Cannot Be Seen...That's Why we Close Our Eyes When We Cry, Kiss, And Dream...
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~Not All Scars Show
Not All Wounds Heal
Sometimes You Can't Always See
The Pain Someone Feels
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~Nothing stays the same forever because forever is a very long time and with time comes change.
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yes i stole these from someone's house, but since they didn't have the authors, i'll never know
jefferey kent maxwell...yeah i like that one...
"Keep your foot at the level of the couch!"
My mom, making a joke about the fleas (we have to get it bombed tomorrow, stupid cats), and a pun on "Keep your hand at the level of your eyes!".
This is by [Ivan the punk king] i read it in his diary, and i had to put it here:
This is for Nikki [_xxxPirate cnt] cause things arnet always right in the world
December 4th -The Hero Dies In This One
As I leave here today, apartment 108
I'll always keep you in my heart.
Anderson is cold tonight,
The leaves are scattered on the ground.
I miss the seasons,
And the comfort of your smile.
Sometimes this all feels like a dream.
I'm waiting for someone to just wake me up,
From this life.
As I look out at these fairgrounds,
I remember how our family split apart.
I don't think I ever told you,
But I know you always did your best.
And the hard times,
They only made us stronger.
As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm suppose to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.
Do you ever feel like crying?
Do you ever feel like giving up?
I raise my hands up towards the sky,
I say this prayer for you tonight,
Because nothing is impossible.
As I sit here all alone,
I wonder how I'm suppose to carry on when you're gone.
I'll never be the same without you,
I love you more then you will ever know.
So maybe now you finally know.
Sometimes we're helpless and alone,
But you can let it keep you weighted down.
You must go on.
(The hardest part isn't finding what we need to be, it's being content with who we are.)
Stay who you are.
You must go on.
Stay who you are. [x42]
Your voice;
A little bit deeper
This time.
Your words hit
A little bit deeper
This time.
They stab
A little bit deeper
This time.
Into my heart,
A little bit deeper
This time.
My thoughts are
A little bit deeper
This time.
My hurt set
A little bit deeper
This time.
I sink
A little bit deeper
This time.
I cut
A little bit deeper
This time.
Puddles of blood;
A little bit deeper
This time.
I sleep
A little bit deeper
This time.
A Little Bit Deeper
J. K. Maxwell
3 Doors Down- Be Like That
He spends his nights in California,
Watching the stars on the big screen
Then he lies awake and he wonders,
Why can?t that be me
Cause in his life he is filled
With all these good intentions
He's left a lot of things
He'd rather not mention right now
But just before he says goodnight,
He looks up with a little smile at me,
And he says,
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
Now and dreams we run
She spends her days up in the north park,
Watching the people as they pass
And all she wants is just
A little piece of this dream,
Is that too much to ask
With a safe home, and a warm bed,
On a quiet little street
All she wants is just that something to
Hold onto, that's all she needs
Yeah!
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
I'm falling into this, dreams
We run away
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
If I could be like that,
I would give anything
Just to live one day, in those shoes
If I could be like that, what would I do,
What would I do
Falling in
I feel I am falling in, to this again.
Artist: Spill canvas
Song: The Tide
Album: Sunsets & Car Crashes
And there's three, count 'em three
Children playing on the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach
There's Veronica
She's biting her lip
As she watches the waves turn white at the tip
And there's Vada
Radiating with joy
And luckily she still can't stand the sight of a boy
And lastly there's Dade
His hair dances in the wind
And he's wondering what love is
And why it has to end
And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
His mother whispers quietly...
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love is just a hoax so forget anything that you have heard
And live for the moment now
And there's three, count 'em three
Children growing on the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach
There's Veronica
She's licking her lips
As she waits for her real, first passionate kiss
And there's Vada
Can't admit her jealousy
Of her sister Veronica, and how she's so pretty and how she's so pretty
Lastly there's Dade
Still sitting on the dock
Ponders his life, and he skips his rocks
And he wonders when his father will return
But he's not coming back
And he can't understand
How everyone goes on breathing when true love ends
His mother whispers quietly...
Heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you actually feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love is just a hoax so forget everything that you have heard forget everything
And there's three, count 'em three
Children missing from the beach
They were eager to learn,
To be taught and to teach
But the sad thing
Is that they never lived passed the age of fifteen
Due to neglect from their mother
Who was bed ridden by her ex-lover, their father
She didn't even notice, or pay much attention
As the tide came in and swept her three into the ocean
Now all her advice, it seems useless
No, heaven's not a place that you go when you die
It's that moment in life when you touch her and you feel alive
So live for the moment
And take this advice, live by every word
Love's completely real, so forget anything that you've heard
And live for the moment now
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was
I know it's because
[chorus:]
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
[chorus]
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
[chorus]
song makes me cry, kinda
"I look at you and know the world is beautiful"
"You'll never fly with someone else's wings"
they're so pretty, i just had to put them here for safe keeping until i feel like changing my housey. their not mine by the way.
*Walks in wearing guys jean shorts and a huge white hoodie, hair put into a slept in looking braid**yawns and stretches* eh. there's not much to be said for my style. it's hopeless. oh well. i just feel like writing and i know this should be put to writing something usefull, but i'm tired and in no mood to write anything that makes a lot of sense, or that requires a lot of thinking to write. just letting the poor old thing relax for baby sitting tomorrow. i have to get up at bloody...somet
over and out till next time
J.