Death: to die eternally, death is forever, neverending eternity, Eternal Suicide, there's no looking back. a choice, a motion, a life, a last breath, a floor, a puddle of blood, just another life no one knew.

To describe myself internally is rather difficult. No one can help me explain who I am, no one knows me. I am an insane lost soul (actually I have no soul, I am a cold hearted bitch, more or less when it comes to feelings) in a world full of hate. There is little to love of life. I will tell you this though, I've lost more in life than I will ever recieve, my life is just one huge debt. I keep losing importance every second. That's one reason why I've become rather fond of death. It finds me in new places everyday. I like making up quotes, I only speak how I feel and what I believe to be true, so basically my opinons.

Peircings: 7 in my left ear, 4 in my right. snake bites on my lower lip, the left side of my nose, my nipples, my tounge, and my belly button.

"In a world, in which we, as humans, just so happen to live, differences are all around us. If people cannot see that, and dislike one difference from them or what they believe they know, then they have no right to walk the Earth, or swim in the ocean. To dislike, is an inside subconcious way to say, 'Kill me'." -Spoken freely by me.

"All the thinking men are Atheist." -Ernest Hemingway

"Missing someone is just the worry or fear of never seeing said person ever again." -Kaitlyn Beyer (me)

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human spupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe." - Albert Einstein

Life in A day

Morning, there is war,
A closet fights against you,
The water tries to kill you.
You live through breakfast,
Cherios in your bowl, those are poisoned.

The ride to school,
Stares are all upon you,
Everyone tries to overthrow you.
You claim this is how you were born,
You cannot help the strangeness that is you.

School, the drama that surrounds you,
A fight distant from where you walk,
The darkness your mind evades as you.
Your foot slipped in front of the tripped,
It was an accident.

First Hour, The life you wished you had,
They talk to you, but you don't hear what you wished you did,
You laugh but you want to kill inside.
Those feelings, those are hate,
You really do hate, even though you wish not to believe it.

Second Hour, Happiness,
Your best friend, and favorite class,
You blow something up.
You dream about the one, the one you really don't need,
Cold hearted bitch.

Third Hour, Kill the teacher,
Fall asleep without notice,
Wake up to write a great poem, the best ones come to you in that class.
Talk to your best friend,
wait in anticipation for the bell to ring.

Fourth Hour, Relaxation,
Go to another room,
Have a talk on a subject to really express your opinons.
Laugh about last night,
All through this, think about what you want.

Fifth Hour, Time to pay attention,
Sign up for acting, and act,
Be someone you're not.--

Lunchtime, Agravated by what you see,
Irritated by what you hear,
Sit quietly.
You're there in the corner,
Loads of "friends" around, but no one to notice.

--Express yourself through literature,
Think about another person in that class, don't be conceited.

Sixth Hour, More expression,
Draw a Picture of morbidness,
Kill the teacher.
Speak of anything freely to anyone who cares to listen
At the end of the hour you're the one people want to kill.

Seventh Hour, The war goes on,
Can't help but to talk to another,
You wish life wasn't so tedious.
Headache, right on schedule,
The end is near.

Eighth Hour, Fun Fun Insanity,
Crack jokes with the crazy teacher,
Flee from you're mind.
Discuss current events in your life,
Leave school.

Bus ride home, Sex,
The topic of every discussion,
The stupidity of ashamed virgins.
Weed, other drugs and alcohol,
Bus driver doesn't care.

At Home, Chaos,
Homework, never done,
Go for a walk to steady you're mind.
The water and darkness, beautiful together,
The house you'd rather not pass.

Home to disuss arguments of nothing,
Dinner was poisoned too,
They're just trying to kill you slowly.
Begin to Fade,
Lifeless.

Bedtime, whenever,
The time you finally sleep,
you've died.
Those crazy psychotic dreams,
Those were reality.

(Other poems are in my diary (read them! they're all by me of course!))


"Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been passed down by many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and the benefit of one and all, then accept and live up to it." -Buddha