Follow me

Follow meover the path of the broken glass, laugh with me as we bleed. Stay with me 'til the fire dies out, hold me safely from reality. I will tuck you into a dream where even heroes have the right to bleed. I am a pathetic fool because I depend on your touch to make the hurt go away. I kept lying to my soul, tellin it I wasn't alone all along. What would I do if I wasn't sleeping before you shone that light into my eyes to wake me up.

Cyber Dreams
Digial eyes peering through the screen. Keeping warm in the asylum by the firewall.
In 1's and 0's I see everything outside my world. Plugged into the world, attached by a cord.
Thoughts welling up unnaturally behind glass. Four walls, built up around my dreams, one winow to show my dreams to the world.
So much of everything comes to me through these walls, through my cyber dreams.

Well, soon I will post a new poem here so all should just chill k? 

I CAN'T TELL
A blind arrogance rushes throught the heart of the very pit of a mans soul strenghtened by hatred and greed.
The blue sky turned green and the deep true love of the earth destroyed, shattered by corruption of progress.
The life of the earth and its soul shatter as each grain of sand moves down the beachs forever moving currents.
Always walking over the fire and through hell, never stopping even after time has ended the corruption restarts.
In the heart of man is only evil covered by a light as dim as twilights own shadow, and as golden as lead.
Silence follows the death of the truly wicked for there is no more man when the wicked are banished.
As the shadow grows around me I shall show no fear when the light in me is extinguished because im living in a twilight haze.
The hatred built up is the released on to the world of dreams when man kind is made.
The dream never dreamt was but an illusion of the unseen master of chaos.
The chaos is spread through the hearts of all like the chamber of the wicked in side the heart of the suppresed.

well, summer has been doing a balancing act, it is driving me mad. Good and bad, why can't it just be really good because summer camp hurt my leg but it is healing fastly. However i am stuck at home til my next writing clubs meeting. I miss having others who like to write around me.

Hello Journal, and anyone whom reads it. I think I need to stop trying to do anything this summer, with people. This is because it is boring and most of my friends left the state and those still here for the most part just obviously don't want to really leave their houses. But that is just fine because my theme song is I'm just a kid by simple plan. It suits me perfectly as does a few other songs that I do not know the names to or the artists.