yes because it would be cool to see the new modern inventions and how life has progressed for the immortals that are too stupid to come up with the stuff before. you could also do anything.

--C. aka [Man In The Box]

Would you believe me if I said I love you?

"When the stars go blue"

Hmmh, well what do you know. I knew that Elftown had all shapes and sizes, but I've finally met the vampire Armand. Is that hot or what? I checked to see if Lestat was here too, but nope, only a little poser brat without barely a house. Armand misses his master, Marius, I'm fairly sure. I would too. Marius was awesome. Or is. I think he's still alive. Oo, bad pun. I think he's still around, that's better.

Wanna go back, want to do it again,
All the stuff that messed me up,
That felt so good,
That filled my cup.
Wanna go back and play with my friends,
The friends who held me,
Who cut my wrists,
Who set me free.

You were my sick obsession,
You were my dirty deed,
You were the drugs that got me high,
And right now, you’re what I need.

Wanna go back and poise my blade,
That whispered love into my skin,
That stroked my veins,
That helped me win.
Wanna go back and take a sip
Of the wickedly forbidden drink,
That made me laugh,
That didn’t let me think.

You were my dark secret,
You were my poison kiss,
You were my black heart,
And right now, you’re what I miss.

Oh, you were my sick obsession,
You were my dirty deed,
You were the drugs that got me high,
And right now, you’re what I need.

Dirty Deeds and Sick Obsessions
By [Your Favorite Stranger]

“In the worst storm,
In the coldest rain,
When you can’t hold on,
I’ll be back again.”
The last thing you said
Before you walked away.
All I can think
Is that today’s the day.
The storm is bad,
The rain is cold,
I’ve fallen down,
But you’re not here to hold.
You aren’t here
When I need you most:
I’ve no will to stay,
I’ll give up the ghost.
A tear falls down,
Mingles with rain.
You let me down,
Didn’t stop my pain.
I close my eyes,
I know I’ve lost,
I hoped to see you,
No matter the cost.
I start to leave,
Then hear my name.
Dare I hope
It’s not a game?
Open my eyes,
And I can live:
You are here,
Your help to give.
You bend down close,
Say, “I’m here to save”.
I’ll always remember
The help you gave:
The hand from your coat
Holds the “problem solver”;
I died with a shot
From your heart-shaped revolver.

Heart-shaped Revolver
By [Your Favorite Stranger]

I always think I'm over you,
And that's when it hits me the hardest,
Because I'm not over you.
It still hurts like hell
When I hear a song,
When I have a dream,
When I'm somewhere I was with you.
Sometimes, I remember the way you smell,
Or I hear you say "Te amo",
Or I see your eyes say you love me.
Do you know how hard it is
To know I could talk to you anytime I want?
Just pick up a phone,
Type your email address.
But that it won't ever be the same?
I can't ever have you again,
Never have you hold me,
Never have you say you love me,
Never have you protect me.
It hurts so bad sometimes
I want to die.
Just make it stop, stop, stop!
But I'll never have closure.

*wince* bad, bad, bad poetry. Raw emotion, nothing more, dismiss it.

Must find and purchase all the anime comics I've been reading. It's all [Cliché]'s fault that I'm hooked...oh well, I just have to buy the things!! Most of the online ones have at least volume one out in stores, and I do so want them!!

Hating on myself makes me happy. Oh boy, told you I was wacked. You know how people get some sort of lift out of making fun of other people? I get it from making fun of myself, from bringing myself down.

*blinks* I'm tired, tired, tired. Can't sleep at night, so I exhaust myself and then I can sleep...during the day. Gee, I'm healthy.

Take my hand,
I want to go to Never-Land,
I want to be a child again.
Take my hand,
Dance with me,
Swirling, twirling, we’re so free!
Take my hand,
And we can fly
All the way out to Cloud 9.
Take my hand,
Break me out,
Show me what this life’s about.
Take my hand,
Don’t let go,
‘Cause if you do, I’ll fall below.
Take my hand,
I want to run
Far away so I know I’ve won.
Take my hand,
Stay with me,
So I can see if we’re meant to be.
Take my hand,
Hold on tight,
Keep me here with all your might.
Take my hand,
And we’ll free-fall,
Above the world, above them all.
Take my hand,
And we can dive
Off a building into the sky.
Take my hand,
‘Cause we’re in love,
And we have a blessing from above.
Take my hand,
And I’ll take yours,
And we’ll fulfill our destined course.

Take My Hand
By [Your Favorite Stranger]

*hums the tune of a forgotten song* Forgotten, forgotten, I am forgotten, you've forgotten me, maybe you never remembered me. That's possible. Far too possible. I hate possibilities. Never quite there, never quite not, they leave you hanging, and you're preparing to fall, or fly. Fall or fly, like a stone, or an angel. I wanted to be your angel, but maybe I'll be your stone heart instead. The stone heart that crushed mine. But, like a [-phoenix-], my heart with be reborn, for I am simply

awaiting ignition.

Is it wrong to still love someone
After they use you?
After they lie to you?
After they hurt you?
Is it alright?
Or is it stupid, irrational, illogical,
Trampy, clingy, immature,
And a list of other things?
Because I still love you
As much as I did, maybe even more,
Because I see how it was,
I have time to look back on it.
I feel ridiculous,
Because you don't, you never did,
Feel this way about me.
But I can't stop, as much as I beat myself up
For holding on when I know I should let go.
For loving when I know it's not returned.
For caring when it's not deserved.
For hoping that you feel the same way.

Love cannot be true if there is a reason,
If there is something that would alter this love
How can it truly be love?
"For, love is not love which alters when it alteration finds"
So how can there be a reason to love?
For so say the reason was removed, would love cease?
How then could it be true, for true love will not cease,
No matter the factors removed or added.
Perhaps, in having a reason, you love the reason,
And forsake the heart, the soul, that makes up the person;
And I ask, how is this love of anything more than material?
You may love the way a person acts:
Will you cease loving if, for a day, they act differently?
Then you would be inconstant, loving only in the good times,
Forsaking in the bad.
If you can explain to me this strange “love”,
I will eat my pen, and take back all my writings in such matters.

I wrote that. To the one I loved. And he replied with this:

To love without reason is to love wholly, fully,
boundlessly, and unconditionally
To love with reason bounds love to that reason; as the
reason alters as does the love
But is that truly love, can love be bound, or is love
infinate for love can't be both
Love is timeless, seamless, selfless, and unbridled
Love cannot be contained by variables, clauses,
bounds, or reason
Love can barely be contained by humans, true love
bursts from you and flows through you
Pours out onto the object of your affection and often
overflows to all those around you
So keep your pen to the paper and let your love flow
onto the page
So that you may share with others the trueness of the
world with the passion of your gift

If you can see beyond the grammatical errors, it's good.

My best friend is leaving sooner than I thought. Tomorrow is too soon. He says he'll come back and visit. But I'm scared for him. He's a fighter. I want him here, with me, where I know what's going on with him, where he's safe. Also, where he can talk to me. Nick, I don't want to be alone. I don't want you to leave. I want you with me.