Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Killed...
I feel killed when I'm alone
Lost
Forgotten
neglected
And knowing that I'm left out
Is only making it worst
I want to help
But cannot
And though I try to get close
I push myself away
Will I always push myself away?
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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Truth is sad...
The truth is always sad
The truth of death
or love
the kindest thing
is to lie
but I want truth

I seem to hurt
myself
for I only want the truth
the dagger pirces me
when I hear it

Just tell me the Truth....
I don't care if it Hurts....
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Monday, April 17, 2006

Caged bird...
Lost forever in a cage
Never to set free.
I can not sing
For the Coller around my neck.
The lease a chain
that cannot brack.
The man outside looks in
And trys to make me sing.
But I cannot
For he has choked me.
And the old women speaks
"A caged bird will not sing."

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Professor of Philosophy 101
A professor stood before his Philosophy 101 class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor picked up the box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous – yes.

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and proceeded to pour the entire contents in to the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now,” said the professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and they remained, your life would still be full.”

“The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else – the small stuff.”
“If you put the sand into the jar first,” he continued, “there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. Play another 18. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.”

“Take care of the golf balls first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.

The professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers.”

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Monday, September 19, 2005

   I can't trust anyone.....
I am all alone,
no one knows me,
I walk close to a cliff,
Waiting to fall,
Waiting to jump
To the waters below,
Waiting for the courge
to end my hell of a life,
I have no friends,
No family,
No one to love me for who I am,
Wanting to die...
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Friday, July 29, 2005

Equal Romance...
All the songs I found where on www.Ranma.darkness.ru... I think these songs are the best...
This ones called equal romance...

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