Tuesday, July 19, 2005

all my work from the broken heart
dance
dacne my monkey
look at him dance
every one
is'nt he happy
look at him go
no pain no misary
just danceing
danicing is his dreams
no fighting
no war
no killing
just dancing his life away
to come back and plez us
another day
he has no home just like me
but look at him hes happy
no matter were we gos
so dance my monkey dance
for when u stop
i will die
never to be seen again
in human eyes
and that is were
my body will lie


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Monday, July 18, 2005

what do i do
there not leting me edit my profile wtf hat doi dosome help
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my other new site look up user name Blak




help from a stranger
hey every one i need help really alot of my good pals have stoped coming by here i dont know any it whould help if u guys had one of my banners if u guys can could u guys put up one of mine on ur sites
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Sunday, July 17, 2005

off the cliff of pian
iam falling down
faster and faster every day
slowly at day
and faster at night
the tears fall of my face
and up into the air
past me in sight tell there gone
each day i think about what has happend to me then i'd fall on one knee
just fall and crowl my pain away in the corner
but now
iam just falling
the air blasting aginst
my face
my heart feels
as if it were riped out
of me
iam falling
falling fast
but in my head its happend before
in my past
the grond gets
closer and closer
tell i hit
thin i bleed
bleed my pain
that always kept me sane
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self /tell ur friends iam back
my voice is not heard
iam a nother face in the crowed
iam forgoten in a sea of filth and lies
people call me crap
befor they know
life is black even tho in side it's white
people cry
people die
and some people just dont care
this world we live in is some times just not fair
life when its at its brake
when its at its darkess hour shows light
even tho at times its out of site
people cut
people lie
and people drink
to get rid of what happend to get rid of memorise
to me to rember is not a sin
but a honor be it bad or good
becauseif u rember is not to forget
toforget is lose what one once had
in life so awhile u lost ur self
with in ur self


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Monday, July 4, 2005

to u
i hate u
i miss u
i hope u die
u made me cry
my eyes
they were all full of tears
when u left
they were full of anger and hate
my heart stoped beating
and my feet were one step to late
u took my love
u took my hate
now i think its to late
it's fate
i must let it be hear my plea
i whant u back
but u know what
what u did to me
i mus flea
i changed me u never liked me u liked changed danny
i liked normal
not sticking out
blue jeans and long hair
really i just dont care
babe
one day ur going to wake up
in ur own fiflth
all alone
by ur self
crying
whill u drown out ur woe
with pills
tell u get ur fill
u will think back and realiz people changed u be it little or small but guess what i dont need u no one does ur a changer
a lone ranger
lol
ull be by ur self alone
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Saturday, June 25, 2005

hero for a day
i hold my breath and
count to five
each number i count
i hope i die
i take a jump off
falling
falling in my state of mind
each time i fall
it takes me days
weeks
to get back up
beacuse i dont know how long
i can go on
i used to slit my wrist
i used to be a teen suicide
but tell to day it fells like i have left it all behind
i rep the peatls of the rose
saying she loves me she loves me not
its always not
but its ok
because ill be here for her when she falls
iam the guy in the corner no one notices
iam the guy every one forgets
but iam still in the corner waiting for u to fall so ill be ur hero
for a day
even tho right now
u cant tell
iv goten back up
were u left me
when i fell
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Sunday, June 19, 2005

to her and him
two lovers eyes meet
in the past
married in the own mind
every thing was sublime
the bells rang therw ther head
every day was a new begging for them
tell one day
one had to leave
the other fell to his knees
the love of his life is gone
not because they broke
because she had to days whent by
he waited for her return
hoping she whould come back
days turned to weeks
minutes felt like hours
tell one day his door opened
she came in
he was on his kness soking in his own woe tell he looked up
to see her face
he ran
they hug
they kissed
then they looked in to each others eyes whoundering
where the time whent
they forgot about missing each other and stared to love again
not thinking any thing ever happend
they were in love and still are
if u look u will see them a far
they are my brother a kelsi
hjis giorl friend tell the day i die
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Saturday, June 11, 2005

dream
red is the color of death
this is my last breath
u took the color out of my life
and u hide it in side
i told u i missed u
i told i loved u
and u therw it away
never to appear another day
black the color of my heart
forgotten in the dark
to dissapear
with my fears of life
its all that i striffed
i fell to my knees and asked for u to come home
but in the end u toyed with my heart
that once again is forgoten in the
dark
of the floor boards of the halls of punishment
its was my last dream that came to me
i dont got the net any more so it well take me awhile but ill be posting time from time so tell then iam sorry if it seems like iam not here well tell then love ya guys

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Thursday, May 26, 2005

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almost
its kinda almost done iv been working realy hard on it but yeah it will be done in a week or so
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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

well tell me what u guysthink of the story so far like disslike if u like ill finish it tho lol
ther i was all alone
no one by my side
every thing i already left behind
ther was no love
just me
i had a crew but...
they left me oh so behind
i was feard by so many
i had loot a plenty
but with out a a queen by my side
to rule with was the point
i had traveld
many sea's
seen so much new land
tell one day i hit the sand
and i walked the walk
i talked the talk
i coned as many
and toke what i whanted
to come to find
that i already robed every one behind
i used to be feard
my name even heard well scare the likes of any man
tell one day i lost it all
but that was the past now iam a petyless thef
with a ship
i go back
to the SS.NO MAN
i find it was gone
stolen as it were
no i was stuck
in a town ready to wake to find i stole from them so i ran
ran as far as i could
therw the forest
therw the trees
tell i feel on my kness
out of air
out of time
my heart beat as fast
as it did that day
that cursed day every night
every day i can not go by with out me thinking about it
ahhhhhh
i hate this i sceared
y me
y iam i alone
that day curesed me because every day since then it just got worse
iam so poss to already hang for the crimes iv commeted
i got up and stared to walk
i talked
to
my self
just like every other i was a memorie
some think iam dead
others just laugh at me
when i tell them who iam
i dont blame them
how could i i was the one who trusted my crew
trust pirates ha makes me sick
oh my god
i saied slowly
as my mouth droped a manshion
i bet ther loaded
i saied to my slef
i slowly walked looked arond
and jumed the wall and acted normal i saw a open whendow
i was going to jump in but then i saw her
standing ther brusshing her hair she saw me in her merrior
coming therw her window
i said wait befor she screamed
she was the most beatyfulest girl iv ever seen
in my life
i whanted to make her mine
she made my mind sublime
i had to say some thing but what
i sayed the first thing i could it was
i crossed the seven sea's
to fall on my knees
from the beauty
that hit my eyes
it wasn't gold nor riches
it was u
take this kiss apon thy hand
ill take u on my ship
to travel to new fond land
are boat will hit the golden flakey
sand
to see the new site's never seen before by human eyes
it shall be grand
ill promises u rich's to ur hearts desire
ill keep the fire
take this kiss upon ur hand to tell
u that iam ur's
and no one eles
she came up to me iam still half way in the window
she came ever so close and pushed me out it
i fell and hit the grond as hard as possibal
it hurt not because the grond
because she did it
but my moddow is
if i see it
i whant it
i get it
i saw her and i whanted her and shell be mine
she shouted out to me when i hit
iam going to be wed tomarrow
and unless u stop it we never shall be
she slamed the window on me
so i thought from that point on i must stop that wedding
if its the last thing i do
i whent in to the tavern
with clothes covering y body over my head every ware so they could not even see my face i asked around
to see if any one any one now about were the wedding is one man told me but shortly after i fond out he was drunk
a man came up and shouted my nameand broke a bottle
i dint look up in fear
he sayed it again i tryed walking out the door really i did but not as i planned
he riped of my hud that coverd my face
the eyes that seen so much
the lips that has lied to so many
the ears that have saved me
the scared up face
it was a discrace he laughed
and s did the rest of them i trtyed walking again he grabed me and therw me to the grond
i gave him a chance but now it was too late i pulled out my gun knowing i was the only none drunk ther
and shot him dead aim between the eyes
he fell with his own pulled going down his face every one freaked out and right after that it turned it to a bralw
so i left i need not about the fight then because i had a wedding to stop
i found a man ho toled me despite the old man that was drunk who was wrong i liestend to this guy
to i saterd to set up i got gun powder rope and one meatle pole i whent to were they were to be wed
then i thought
i sayed i had a ship and riches
were can i get thows
hmm
mabey
i whent back to that tavern i asked arond and a man told me were he saw my ship i whent ther with my gun in one hand and sword in the other
two men were at the dock were it was both on the same side i walked up to them and acted normal and asked were did they find the ship?
they told me to get loss or eles
hmm SS.NOMAN hmm
wasnt that i said my name ship
they looked at each other they said so
i sayed what if he came for it
say came back to get it back they got mad one grabed mew by my sholed so i guted him the other one ran up i shot him in the chest befor he could get to me i got on then i saw more men runing toward the ship real fast so i in barked
and found a cove to hide it when i left now
i whent to the wedding spot i cut open a hole in the floor and cept it up with the pole the gun power i put all around the place and the rope was to make sher to poll the pole
i waited tell moring when it stared and as soon as it did i ran in i grabed her
i pulled the rope
the hole opened we fell i cared her in one arm the all got up and as soon as they did i lit it
they all whent up in smoke i ran to the cove got on the boat
and took she had been runing therw my mind i toled her what i did
sh told me "i will never fall in love with u i dont even know ur name"
i sayed it i sayed slade slade-kraven
she looked at me and gasped then she sayed.....
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Sunday, May 22, 2005

a story iam working on lol called pirate love what u think its a poem story type thing i just took apart out of it it will be posted all soon just seening if u guys liked it
i crossed the seven sea's
to fall on my knees
from the beauty
that hit my eyes
it wasn't gold nor riches
it was u
take this kiss apon thy hand
ill take u on my ship
to travel to new fond land
are boat will hit the golden flakey
sand
to see the new site's never seen before by human eyes
it shall be grand
ill promises u rich's to ur hearts desire
ill keep the fire
take this kiss upon ur hand to tell
u that iam ur's
and no one eles
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Saturday, May 21, 2005

death by pole
this a new death
this is a forgoten soul
death by a pole
i sayed he was out of control
every toke me as a fool
they laughed
now ther dead
he killed them
them instead
this is a new death
this is a forgoten soul
he killed them in ther sleep
them mother feel to weep
we never got to speak
then he did some thing
i could not bare he killed my love then i knew
hes going to die
death by pole
he was out of contol
but every took me as the fool
i ran in to see it happen
i ran out to forget but sloely came back
and now that i iam
i will strike again
to fin
what he satred
ill grab he by his throght
to make he die
to make him cry like he made me
then i was done
when the pole whent to my head

ok as u may guess i was i was talking about my self killing my love i mean like how one just losses love towrds one perons
iam in love right now iam not going to stop loveing her she beatyful any way the poem was about a man who killed himself because he loved one person but every thing he did was wrong and it like died and then he fucked up in his love love turned to hate but then he slowly kept coming in to her life and fell in love again but it was to late he already killed himself beacuse when he fell in love he realized he traed him self in death
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death inside one
sucking at the whrist of death
knowing now is ur time to finnalyh rest
u fight for ur life
u fight to stay alive
u slite ur whrist to see them pist tro see what they did to u
then u fall to the floor and was seen "never more"
u take a gun out from under ur bed
to leave ur body cold and lifess instead
u pull the triger
but no bulliet
u throw it down u could not fofell it
u drink posins to say ur last words but ur going to are dreams just as much as are nightmares
u die to hear me cry
u hang ur self to make me lie
u get hit by a car
ur face hits the car forgoten in the past remberd the last
but in one all thes has happend but remberd by one
to others none of this happend
and ther done
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Tuesday, May 17, 2005

a note from me to kay i made yesterday what u guys think
i love u kay <3 i whant to kiss u i whant to hold ur hand
i whant to take u to az
i whant to be ur man
i love u kay
and i whoul'nt have it any other way
another lovey dovey poem
my heart bleeds for u
my words will echo therw time
leaving u sublime
ill be rembered with u
if u stay
when i say in the future i mean are's never think that we whont last
because who knows this might be are last chance
to romance
ill be ur man
ill be ur guy
i wont do u no harm
i have no charm
but i have a kiss
that ill lay apon ur lips
i have no giveing me tip's
its all me even tho u got me on my knees
as i plea
u don't bother me
actually u have me key
the key to my heart
that once was left in the dark
u have the key to my eyes
that will never tell u any lies
babby i love u
i wish u were here right now
baby hear my crys
beacuse this is wear i am
on my knees telling u my plea
u sayed u gave up on love
well babby babby give it one last chance
ill tell u now u whont regreat
i wont do u any harm babby i love u
give love romance another chance
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fucking hate dani and love kayla
i hate u
i hope u die
u told me u loved me
u lied
u sayed u cared
i gave me once inwhile ue'd give me a glare
then this happend u go to my best friend
and go out with him i hate u
i hope u die
i hope ur last thoughts were y
i hope u learn a leson because i hate
i fucking hate
u
once love
i had u tattoed
a name so high
right ther by my thigh
i gave ur roses
a heart full of love
and u killed it just like my doves
death cry die
y ?
i forget u for now on ill stay with her the one i love since we part
i love her now ill leave u in the dark kayla i say
i love u
dani berings me hate
kayla i love u so the rest of u iam taken i love kayla
dani i hope ur fucking happy never ever talk to me again
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Friday, May 13, 2005

spam aaahhhhh
ok iam on the net minding my own problems then bam spam every were i lost all of what i was doing and it froze pist the hell out of me
then i got to my mail bam spam in the masses like a freking take down grope frezes ok i restart i try again i go here to my site bam more spma every were i was like o god and any way then i get to my email finally it was all gone then i open a email bam spam not as mch to freze me this time but it was a chain mail who the hell sends me chain mail i hate chains i just throw them away i got the same one like billons of times then i screw up and i get spam every were so i start again this time i sayed screw vf screw mail just go go go and here iam em iam to scared more will come wait nononono nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo spam nooo god noooooo fuck iam out
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

pocket love
black as night
dead inside
baby crys
as my dead body lies
were has the life gone
what happend to he fun
were is it all gone
thers nothing
that can sop me now
because i dont care no more
its all gone
were did i go wrong
i see the kids playing
ther smiles on ther face
then they look at me
that face
that face tells me
that iam a utter discrase
i have one love
all i have left is in my pocket
that i shall show no one
tell the day that iam done
ill take ur heart
and leave it there in the dark
ill see u cry out tears
to see ur fears
ill put ur heart in my pucket
to watch u bleed
to watch u fall on ur kness
to hear ur plez
oh pocket love
oh poket love
u give me antoher reson to live
u me another reson too keep on going
u give me my resons
oh pocket love ineed ur pocket love
for my dead doves

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005

ok realy satan is not my master realyy i belive in nothing i was just board lol but yeah if u havent seen it theres two poems satan my master and under that one lol what ever out
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Satan My Master sorry if this afends some one lol oh well
satan my master
ill slit my whrist to see my god
satan my master
ill but a bullet in my mind
to see u in time
satan my master
all shall bow down
satan my master
satan
ahhhhhhhhhhh
wher the fuck is ur god
wher is ur happyness
satan my master
i kill mary for u
satan my master
y does every thing i touch die
y do i make people cry
damn this world in to a bed of ash
my god will kill u makeing me surivie the last
satan my master
i pray to u every night
satan my master
the daed shall rise
satan my master
kill ...kill..kiiilllll
fucking
satan my master!
satan my master!!
Satan My Master!!!
Satan My Master!!!!

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iam screamig love and my bloody knife /poems
iam screamig love

screaming
oh screaming
i saied it once and ill
say it again
i only need u baby
i dont need my crucifix
i dont need my black
oh baby i need my heart
baby i need u
i see u there with out me
again
my tears weep
baby weep
weeep to the deed
baby baby
oh oh ohhhh
i need u baby
i need u
i could care less what others whant
besides me and u baby
screaming
oh screaming
i saied it twice and ill
say it again

my bloody knife

i see you
in eyes site
the light reflects off u
i go towars u
every one is in shock
and scream
i give u a kiss hoping u will to
then u kiss me up and down my arm
makeing me bleed
tell u hit the whrists
then i fall people rush to see what happend to me
i start to cry because u were my last hope for me to die
they take me away to a new land buryed under the golden sand
it was my first and last adventure
but then again i was buryed
in what we call a "black coffin"



the first one is better to read out loud when led zeppin whol latta love is playing


and the other one is talking about cutting one's self any way the balck coffin is one of the many cults iv made the other one is bloody arms ill send the site the links to them later ok

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teen love ...like...love...need ...food for my dead doves
she
she was was born in a town forgoten
in az
she
was lost to love
she couldnt be found
he
he was born in in a ran down town
in cali
one day they meet
they feel in love
they fought
they broke
she
she broke him for a nother man
he
he was broke
like the grians of sand
he he whent back
when all was quite
when all was dark
he sang a song by her sindow sill
to steal her heart
he wrote her songs
poems
but she still sayed no
he was whoundering his wrongs
his love turned to hate
poem turned to hate notes
his song to turned to suicidal lyrics
the girl
the girl missed the guy
she left her boyfriend
he whent on and had a new girlfriend
he realized he missed his old
he called out her name
he whent to the movies because he heard she whould be there
but with a guy
he couldnt take it he whent to make sure she was safe
she whent to the movies
tought she whould see some one
new
but turned out he was a flake
they ran into each ohther the
guy and girl
they wached the movie together
later she asked do u hate me
the guy
the guy said no
she asked then waht
i ..i realy miss u
oh...i miss u too
do u whant to getback together
yes..
thos words sealed ther fate
be ther a god yes no
it doesnt matter it was fate
teen love
feeds my dead doves
the is no excape
ur love is my food
and its already to late
i like it
i love it
i need it
teen love
oh
teen love
i like it
i love it
i need it
the guy and girl
are still together even today
will u hear ther words no one can say
but if u can listen real close u can hear him say i love u
in the wispears of the grave yard
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Monday, May 9, 2005

wrong dead lost
red as a rose

bloody as the sea

life less like the moon

its as dead as it can be

but its a nother part of me

but just like my heart its dead

the angels have left

the angels has speard there wings

the gods sayed it cant happen

the gods sayed it couldnt be done

the gods were wrong

in a blast

that destroed the present and past

the lost dead loves

speards

therw the hearts of others

killing

rapeing

stealing

forgeting



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Sunday, May 8, 2005

will u go out yes/just a poem not towrds any one
there nobody home
how do i say i love u
my lights are out
and theres nobody home
u call to hear my next answer
but theres nothing in side
my life is to sublime
i see my life flash before my eyes
when i think about it every one i loved has died
u say some thing again and keep on talking
i still cant hear u my life is ending
and then its starting a new beging
every thing in my life has stoped and started a new
u ask me the words again and i answer thes time
yes!
i love u
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Friday, May 6, 2005

thers all ways that mabey ?/poem \and sorry if i offend u on that club thing idint mean it that way
i buryed my loves
into a field of ash
i buryed my family
in a black pitless grave
i therw it all away
to tell u how i feel today
my freinds have came and gone
for the less wrong
i bleed out bloody tears for one
i never knew
i sold my soul
for a new shoe
but its alright
it all good
i have what makes me live another
day another night
tell that day that iam out of site
y? have the jesters stoped playing
Y?dont the singers sing
Y?dont the kids play
were iam i who have i become
what has happend to me
iam i live or is another lie
iam i dead cold
no life instead
oh well
iam here
ther is no cheer Y?
becaues thers no one to brake down in cry
there is no crowd to apploud me
no porade
no banners
just me alone in the mid of dark
leaning agains a tree bark
by my grave yard waiting for u to come back
waiting for u to tell me u love me
to see u say iam here
but ur not
it ok thow because
thers all ways that mabey

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Wednesday, May 4, 2005

ok ! never
1 i will never join a club of poetry
2not even a cult
3 i may lose all my vewers
4 i may lose everthing
5idont care
i work a lone iam not a club for my work
i dont care what others think
ok here iam not joing a club stop asking
and the ones who are should be asham
i mean its ur life not some thing to show around and go woo wooo lokk at me iam in a club u should check me out no its what i do and love i dont do sponsers and labels if u do then ur no better then ther others helping the forget it
the only ones i join are the ones about death sucicde and cutting on vf ok iam out
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Tuesday, May 3, 2005

cryed away
ok take this


here i em
bloody crosses around my eyes
i do not lie
here me cry
my tears feel every sea
hear my plea
my life has no key
i travled left to right
from here to ther
to see ur face
to hear that iam discrace
i ran from old to new
iv lost all i had
to get to ur land
i kissed the sand at ur feet
then i kissed u
and at once are lips for the first
and last time meet
the gods that day turned a frwn and took ur crown gave u horns of thorns
they took u away and i feel and cryed my life away
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Sunday, May 1, 2005

as the snow flakes
hit the grond
they burst in to flames
nothing is the same
my world is turning and ur right
next to me
black is light
green blue
ur now see therw
eyes gone wack
my life in tacked
my world is spinning
i dont know whos wining
left right
out of site
crying blood
misunder stud
life is dead
dead is a live
were do i hide
were go i run
there every wear
lifeless cold with out a care
they have no hearts
they have no souls
but there after me
as i fall to my knees and plea
ther answer of with his head
as the snow flakes
hit the grond
they burst in to flames
nothing is the same
my world is turning and ur right
next to me
black is light
green blue
ur now see therw



ok i need help right i whant to make a alternating picture gif but i dont know how can some one help its like it well show my pic then some eles the some one again ect ect
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Saturday, April 30, 2005

my hearts wish /to dani terry \the one i wrote all well most of my poems about
take this kiss upon ur hand
iam urs
i missed u
when i saw
when i heard
how i got hert
how u kissed him
i ran to hide
because u lied
i ran to excape
but it was all ready to late
i ran because i loved u
i ran because what u two did
i ran
i ran because
because i miss u
ur all thats in my mind
ur all i draw
ur all i paint
i missed u
and u therw it all away
y couldnt u stay
we were together for five mounths
i gave u a rose
i got ur named tattoed
i asked u to mary me
u sayed yes
i promised a better twomarrow
i gave u my poetry
i gave u my songs
i gave u my art
i gave u my life
and aked for nothing but u
then u therw it way when i saw u with another guy
its all ok tho
iam a nice guy
i may lie
i may steal
i may worship a false god
i may fight
but i love u baby
and no one can do what iv done for u
what i have
baby i love u iam asking u
right now not monday or some other day right here right now plez
come back home
come back to the boy who loves u
make his hearts wish come true
plez baby i love u

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Thursday, April 28, 2005

the bits of peaces /just a poem
the bits of peaces
and
the bits of peaces
of my heart
throwen in the dark
my life is dead
cold lifeless instead of life
my eyes widden
as the stake hits
my chest
it gos threw like butter in to thy
chest and hits thy crest
that hold it in place
it was a mistake
i drowend u in the lake
u were all i can take
u riped out my eye
so i can not see
but i got u to plea
i got u to scream
iam the one whos mean
iam mending broken hearts
iam the fixer of lies
and the shuter of crys
i take all i can
and wheld it to my hand
i buryed u in the sand
in my forgoten land
the bits of peaces
and
the bits of peaces
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

DEATH
TO CRY
TO FEAR
TO LAUGH
TO SING
TO WRITE
TO FORGET
TO LOVE
TO LEAVE
TO PLEZ
TO EXCAPE
TO MAKE ME HAPPY
LOVE
TO DIE
TO CRY
TO FEAR
TO LAUGH
TO SING
TO WRITE
TO FORGET
TO LEAVE
TO PLEZ
TO EXCAPE
TO MAKE ME HAPPY
NOT MUCH OF A DIFFRENCE IS THER LOVE IS DEAD GET OVER IT
LONG LIVE FAKE LOVE
BECAUSE ITS WHAT KILLED MY DOVES
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Sunday, April 24, 2005

to aly /not my gf but really close kinda well she cares lol oh well her nad what u guys think of it
the angels spred ther wings
to take my soul away
the last thing i seen was u
i saw ur face
i saw it dissaper
i saw u cry
i saw u face between ur knees
i heard u scream out no plez
i heard u say i love u
i cut my whrits
and counted to three
one..two..three
the blood slowly driped to the floor
just like my tears
i laugh because i excaped
this world
u told me i cant run well
now i have forever
my body jerks around be for i fall to the ground
u grabed me befor i hit
my last words were
what makes a king
is not his money
is not his men
is not his land
nore is it his power and smartes
what makes a king is his queen
she is always ther for him
to tell him when he is in wrong or right
to tell him that she loves him
to keep him sane
the king is a king of nothing if thers no one by him to rule
as my eyes shut
ur eyes widend
u griped my hands tight tell my soul was out of site
u wated days on in
tell ur life was to at its end
then u knew y i did it
u knew my pain
and how i had to try to run away
the angels took my soul too the
heavens above just to be casted away to hell
so i can laugh


ok i dont know y but this poem makes me laugh i mean i cant shut up lol oh well se ya


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toons alive
crosses for eyes
bloody goody byes
the toons are real
they now show us how to kill
they leave us in a place of harmany
when they get shote they live
we die
we bleed
the toons are coming alive
people killing people
lost crys
ther final good byes
were all wooden toy puppets in this feild of ash
that are broken
just like my token
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dead cross
curifix apon my wall
nothing left
but to be feard by all
they hanged me high
to drain my blood
to wash ther doves
they cutt my whrist
so ill die
they pined me to a cross
to see me suffer
they cut out my eyes
to see me cry in pain of whats not
ther
my bloody eyes see nothing
but hear every thing
iam high off the ground
so u can see my frown
to spite in ur eyes
to tell every one ur lies
to show we still are out ther
even tho no one cares
iam dead
on ur bloody cross
is this wha ur god whants
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Saturday, April 23, 2005

1.2.3 fuck the numbers for the punks
look at me now
what uv done
iam not a kid
iam a jack ass
were the are punks
the tight blue jeans
dyed hair
and ther leather jackets
now
1...2...3
mosh mosh mosh
aaahhhhhhh!!!
fight fight fight
around around
punks attack punks attack
thell fuck u up and i will to
ther is no running
ur just going to choke
beat em in the throught
4...5..6
its been 17 years of hell
and iam geting noting new
and u have been to
drink drink drink
fight fight fight
LIE LIE LIE!


repeat
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Friday, April 22, 2005

light demons in the mind
night light
skys so bright
killing me in side
and thers nowear to hide
my demons come out of my mind
to kill my foe's
that r still alive
so it set in my bed to dawn
to make sher i dont do any thing wrong
to watch as my foe's die
so i can nolonger cry
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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

t o kayla to my gf to dani to aly and poem of the daywell realy all are poems but yeah lol
kayla
black as the night
dead love
just like my doves
eaten by the crows
she weares all black
the kiss of death comes near
its some thing we all fear
ill hold ur hand
so i can let it go
i love u
but the red roses fall to the ground
and are never found
becasue they died along time in m head
beacuse of u
gf
i gave u a rose to know that i love u
i gave u a rose so u know theres hope
i gave u a rose to show i care
to show u the light of what is black as death
to show u not all evil is bad
to show u iam not mad
so u can hear how i feel
to show i love u even when ur not out of site

to dani
are love has past it might not be are last i look u in the eyes
u aways look like ur going to cry
i whount to help but i cant no matter how hard i try
i fear thta u might die
but then again life is a lie
so y cry
love not this its that
u know i care so y dare hurt ur self


to aly
we havnt really talked much iam sorry for how i was
but we did kill my doves
it took flight the day i gave u that rose of death then crashed and burned when kea came and destroyed what we had i see how bad it made u sad and thers nothing i can do because i no longer love u


bloody heart beats
lonly souls sleep
i try and try again
but my life never fin's
ill cut my wrist and hope to die
but all i do is cry
my word yas ended but not all is wrong i have u even tho we dont have a song

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tacked
she was a thorn
in a pool of petals
of black
long hair at that
when i looked at her it drove me wild
look at me in the eyes ill never tell u lies babe
babe oh oh oooooohhhh
shhe wore a crown of safty pins
she wore all black
she took my heart
with me in tacked

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Monday, April 18, 2005

forget in sleep
she let me go
my life in my heart has died
all i could do is lay and cry
iv sang my songs
iv read and sayed my poems
iv played my games
now its time for rest
say good night danny
say good night voices
say good night pluto
heres ur good night kiss
now never wake up
my love for u is dead i dont know y
iv just died but to know that u did this to me brings me hate
theres nothing i can do but to forget
u
because u broke me
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love is
love is not for money
love is not for smarts
love is not for strenth
and love is not for looks
love is that u know what ever u do
ther always ther for u
love is u know that u can be ur self and they well aceept u
or
when u now he or she can do any thing for u and u know ther giving u it all they have
even if the dont do it right u know they did it ther best
love is not who is the best
unless its who u get along best with or who u care mmore about most
love to me is like a rose its beatyful perfect in every way u lookat it
but if u take off its peatlls it is ugly just like a heart if u take the love away the thing that makes it beatyfil its sad alone u were my peatls now ur gone
i look up at the moon every night thinking u might be to
love is some that can make u happy for the rest of ur life or breake u for ever love is some thing iv lost and with the looks of thingfs forever take it from me love breaks people down and hurts people i should know that how i feel right now the sad thing is its not the other way around at all shell be ok when i say iam never falling in love again iv now bannded my self from every one eles i icelated my self sep for the net on vf and here for my poetry ok bye
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Sunday, April 17, 2005

kayla 2 /do u love/ for all what u think
my heart is broke
my words were spoke
did it help i say nay
i say nay to hope for a better tomarrow
i say nay to love because it kills in numbers like it did to me
i finmally sayed it but did nothing for something to me
i sayed what people long to hear
some thing that givs people stregth
i sayed things that whould make the sadest the happest
i sayed what u whant to here and ill say it again for the hole world to here
i love u
i love u kayla dehaven anmd only u ple belive me i love u and u a lone
here my words to set me free becauase this is no fantasy
ther are no bad guys thers no one to helkp u but u kayla iv given all i have and thats what really matters not looks not money that tyhey care for u and gives u all they can not being smart kasyla i love i given every thing u asked for so ill say it again ilove u do u?and will u go out with me again id never do u any harm


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Friday, April 15, 2005

my broken heart the poem /thes poem plez leave a comment /its a poem about love and hate about kayla
is it wroung to love
then to hate?
cause thats how i feel i
i no longer whant to kill
i just whant u
i whant my love
i need no sunset
just a sun rise
no fiar wells no good byes
i just whant u
u alone
i cant say that ill die
but with out u id died from the
inside out
iv been looking for love from the heavnes above and found u
i wish to hold ur hand it feel
like the sand at the beach
wich fall therw me to the depp
i whant to kiss u because i still taste u
i whant totell u that ur mine and when we get old enoghf ill pay for az i whant to get that tatoo of ur name to show on me forever and i whould always feel the same
but i cant we broke and u have secand thought about ur ex
that rips the births crest out of my chest
i see it part from me stil beating then it disapeers i try and cut ur name out of my arm and leg so it well never show again i try and get ui out of my mind but iam broken in time stuck like a rat and laughed at iam done with love
it killed me just like my doves
iv died in the insideout with out a doubt u broke me and not know it
and thats it
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Thursday, April 14, 2005

the broken heart
were has my love gone
was i the lesser wrong
my heart is broke
my words were mispoke
my truths were lies and my lies were the truth i sayed to my self i whount get hert
i sayed i whouldnt cry
i didnt i died
i died from the inside out
my heart was torn
now its been replaced with a thorn
a thorn of aganoy
a thorn of dispear
lifes in the pits of hell whould not let me be filled no whould the heavens above let me sleep a night were i think of ur face and know ther was nothing i could do sep for wish that i was with u
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we broke
me and kay broke the funny thing is it hurt me more then all the others we wernt just bf and gf we were also friends iam moving to be bear and she sayed it might not work for her so we broke this doesnt help me at all lately iv been thinking of killing ones self and this one hurt alot and i mean lot it was worse than dani my ex and christina together christina was the reson i got in to poetry dani was the reson i whent dark and kayla was the reson was happy now shes gone iam a broken toy that no one playes with iam a lost dog iam broken
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Monday, April 11, 2005

come one come all
u guyes know me as the broken heart but i used to be 666777666 for my old pro my poems sucked but now iv been told iam really good so now iam starting a group for poets if u even think ur good send me a poem if ur good ur in ill give u a one out of ten u get a five or hire ur in just send me one poem if u know any one eles who likes poetry tell them to come here it starts now and ends thrusday well have fun oh the poem for the day uuuummmm



were is my god
were did i go wrong
life is but a song
that breaks and skips
i kiss u at night
with my crimson lips
to watch u die
from the end side
to watch u cry
from the out
to make u bleed
to make u fall on ur knees
to watch u tell me to stay
so u can live happly another day

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Saturday, April 9, 2005

ashes
i walk out in to a field of ash
remindes me of the past
of my dead wifes
and my old lies
that once told me to cry
i know now that i died
ashes smashes
ashes bashes
ashes bloody smashes
my heart is dead
no life instead love
reminding me of dead doves
the ash of the dead
the ash of the lost
the ash of the forgoten
ashes smashes
ashes bashes
bloody smashes
i hate u for what u r
i hate u for what uv become
i hate u because ur u
so i bury u in the ash ur not the last
ashes bashes
ashes smashes
ashes dead
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

do u
all are babys scream when ther born do we do we cry or when we die when ur lover dies befor ur eyes do u cry or in ur heart ur happy that ther gone never to be seen again no more of ther lies no more of ther good byes ther just dead after that do u fear that ur going to die do u brake down and cry or do u get full of cheers that u have nothing no longer to fear that u can finally rest no more lives test
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

bloody roses /poem about lover killing lover
i got u roses
for ur birthday
i say to u bloody roses
as my heart beats faster and faster
i said a poem
about some guys heart i thought it was smart
i crossed and eat my heart heart a long time ago and tgis is how it goes
heart broken
words misspoken
my love is a internal token
love of the damned
a new found land
with golden hearts buried in sand
then time stops
when we kiss
heart beats slow down as u turn a frown
i pull out the knife
that we had to striff
u fall to the ground
ur body was never found
as i buryed it in the town
the police show up at the door and take me away
so that i could die to day
i asked and asked how they new all they sayed was bloody roses
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005

not to late
bloody kisses
butterflys death
internal slumber
ending like the rest
broken hearts
left in dark
crying eyes
knowing u have to die
poisend hearts
lost loves left ther mark
broken love fly away like my doves
all is wrong
in the world
that is filled with hate
but mabey its not to late
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Monday, March 21, 2005

doves crest
dead eyes
baby cryes
slite whrist
of the pist
god is on ur list
name the land
of the golden sand
name the hearts
that are a part
say the words i love
as my dove
my dove of light
my dove of death
my dove with the crest
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Friday, March 18, 2005

weres ur wroungs
as faith unfolds
death is told
the chimeing of the moon
hits us hard
in the night
the blade hits my eyes
and i know now i must die
iv lost my loves
she flew away from me like my dead doves
i showed her life
and the pain of christ
as the dead walk
i musnt talk
for she is one of them and to see her again whould kill me but also fill me
light of the dead is gone were have we gone wroung
dark is light
light is dark
dead in my eyes as the world crys
i wished to many wishes
and sang to many songs
ther is my wroungs were is urs
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dead with u
dead walk
the night u feel stalked
but no ones ther
so u fun
knowing ur done
ur try and hide
but u know ur about to die
u run for ur life
u pray to ur jesus christ
run for ur life
u run run run rrrrrrruuuuuuuunnnn
run for ur life
run run run ruuuuuunnnnn for ur life
this is the angel of death
this the angel with the crest
neglected dolld
wooden boys
broken toys arent well
ruuunnnn for ur life
ruuuunnn for life
rrrruuuunnnnnn or ur dead
and ur life ends then ur one of them dead
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Thursday, March 17, 2005

mis under stud u guys
u guys a bit mess under stud my last poem it was not about killing my self i no need for its to stupid now what for stupid stuff people kill them self and others for i no need for it since we broke i learnd new iv changed kinda
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Thursday, March 17, 2005

forgoten angels and sucicde notes /the poem
light is dark
dark is light
the knife is finaly
in eyes site
it comes closer as the
world excapes me
i kiss my self with a knife
every time so ill have a good night
i slite my whrist
to test my strenght of my mind
beacuse the forgoten angel of mankind is dead
note found but dead

dead dead dead
aaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww
crimson tears with all my fears
malk me still god never gets his fill tell he

kills kills kills
when ur all alone
by the phone
he puts in ur head then ur dead
just like the forgoten angel


the broken heart
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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

today i die
bloody hearts delight
leaves us all with a fright
dead doves
broken loves
steak in heart
left in dark
death from inside
that turns u blind
its what in u that dies
not the out side
broken hearts
left in the dark
crying eyes
knowing todays the day i die
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Monday, March 14, 2005

iam back kinda
dark eyes
bloody inside
internal rest
the fear of death
crossed heart
left in the dark
fear the pain thats
driving me insane
no love
bloody doves
wish u were here even if i fear
iam still here
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Tuesday, March 1, 2005

iam gone /new site stop by if u whant more poems
iv moved my site to nolifenosoul at Vampirefreaks.com - gothic pictures, industrial music, gothic clothing sorry otaku here is my

last post

the wings of angels
hits my cheast
now i know i can finnaly rest
iam not saying i was the best
iam not saying iam the worse
or that i was cursed
as my soul fades away
i already new that id die today
i walk down the road of dispare
saying life is unfair
as if i gave a care
but know iam gone
witch is the lesser wrong
saying i wish to die
or saying i wish to be a live
my love is gone to the better end
my life is fin
i deffeated thousnds of men iam

the broken heart

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Saturday, February 26, 2005

pupet
what a discrace
to are race
not a human but a doll
to the public
to them all
ther is no love for broken toys
were just wooden boys
we brake
ther is only a limit we can take
the media contols us all
with ther lies that r so tall
ther is no hiding from them
thell brake u
and never take u
ur a pupet
who was throwen into the bucket
so die

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CURE
CRYING EYES
DIEING INSIDE
LEFT IN THE DARK
LIFE IS A BLURE
I WISH THER WAS A CURE
NO MASK
NO HEART NO LOVE
BUT DARK I WISH THER WS A CURE
SO I COULD LOVE AGAIN BUT THERS NOT SO IAM ALONE FOR EVER

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Monday, February 21, 2005

dead doves and butter fly wings
in this dieing world
u cant be controled
not by the media
not by the goverment
not by any thing sentament
this ur head be it live or dead
u may slite ur whristes
and die
or u can live and be a broken puppet
and have ur head in the bucket
as they leave u with scares
of past loves
of past lifes
or bye the crimes of mankind
its what life has done to u
life controls tell u brake it nothing controls u but u
ur mind might start to rote
from the things u see on tv
u may scream god help me plez
on ur knees
but no one will here u because no one is ther but u
ther is no beast ther is no god
and if ther was ther long gone
the ashes of lost souls are in the mases
as a nother life passes
the broken take off ther mask
witch was ther hardest task
u mabey broken with out the token of knowing thers another no one cantrol u but u
but iam still here broken with
and with out the tokens of love
i turend it into a DEAD DOVE
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Wednesday, February 16, 2005

my place
this is my space
this is my place
there is no crys
no one here dies
or it whould be
a crime its
sublime to the
human mind
witch is never
kinds to me
but god help plez
i fell to my knees
ther cuting down
my trees
my heart is black
it leaves u with a
a cold teez
i walk no down
the streets alone
witch no body knows
so i walk it
ther is no place for me but here
here inside my head even if its were i rember that i am dead
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Monday, February 14, 2005

unnamed un tamed
this is my life
u cant control me
if u chould it whould be shame
to try to tame
the unnamed
its thos of others
not urs
to control
tell ur full
with ur false advertisment
ur lies have a surten sent
that gives u away
that leaves u in the end were iam
lies
secrets
death
no hope
put down the dope walk away
this may be ur last day
live like thers no tomarrow
it could be ur last just stay away from the grass
or youell walk alone
unhanged up phone
with no one ther
no one to care when ur gone
ur gone
lost and forgoten
just like the broken hearts
this is my life
u cant control me
if u chould it whould be a shame
to try to tame
the unnamed
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Thursday, February 10, 2005

a king with out a queen/just a poem
dark clouds suround
as i get crowned
the nights get long
as the world turns a frown
my bloody eyes
cry for u
as i put on my robe
i forget what i once had
i had u
now i have nothing
as i sit in my thrown
i loss my tone
and i rember us talking on the phone
i put my hands on my kness
and say god help me plez
i pray for the first
and not for my last
i may be a king
but without a queen
iam nothing
i look out my throne rooms window
i see u and i know
iam broke
with out u bye my side
since ur gone i dont know
since ur gone i cry my self to sleep
i have every thing but u
iam a king with out land
with out an empire
iam king of my mind
that leaves us all sublime
to the human mind that echos threw time
since ur gone i cant do anything whrite
i cant fight
i cant care
i cant love
iam dead to the world with out u
but i must go on

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Tuesday, February 8, 2005

this is were
this is the time
we say good bye
this is the time i let go
the is were we get hurt
this is the time were u think of me
this is the time were i think of u
never the lastes
we think about each others pastes
this is were we brake
this is now
this is were we leave
this is now over
its all over
this is were ur heart brakes
this is were my heart aches
this is were i took u for are first date
this is were i asked u to marry me
this is were u sayed yes
this is were we wed
this were i feel in love
that is me and that is u
that is u holding hands
that is us broke
ur heart broke
and i died inside
since ur gone iam dead

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as u cut ur holes
today is a new day to be brave
today is a new day to be lost
with ur gloves that are crossed
with ur coat that hit the floor
the smile that ull see never more
the absent laugh
of the forgoten craft
the world is in a rut
as the wrist recieves a new cut
if ur killed
ull be lost
if u win
ull be a lost hero
u can kill
u can fly
u can cry
u can brake
u can be broken
take that axe from behind ur back put it in my head
soon a nuf ill be dead
then let god deside who will
remainde in time
that whould leave u a scare
of crime of the birth u conseved
that leaves the devil
who whould never bolive
ur not a son of god
ur a son of the devil
ur cursed
u leave ur house people
make fun of u
because of ur horns
that later that get torn
from ur scull
that leaves holes
holes of black
holes of gray
holes to hold the dead
holes of sorrow
holes of forgotten pain that remains the same
the world hates u they dount do that u do that u cut ur wristes


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Saturday, February 5, 2005

lie/and die inside \two new poems
this is a dream
with out a cause
this is a lie
that bendes time
this is a crime
the broken hearts of others


iam broken
with out a token
my life is a lie
even tho i try
i just lay ther and cry
in my room next
to a whitches broom
with the sign of death on it
to seal us from this human fate
its a crime every night
that i cut my whrist
all tho the police
take me off ther listes
i had a dream about u
u were dead
and all i could do was laugh
instead
instead of cry
cry and die like i promised
u say hate
i say how much
i take ur hate
i take ur hits
i take ur lies
and i die inside



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short lives/empty heart/love\new three poems
life is short
love never lastes
al tho its the
simplests of taskes
its what is takeing off the mask
to show up last
in the race of one
that is never done
the heart beat of others
the heart beats of lovers
the chime of time
the laughter of the wind


the slumber of the giant
the cave of the lonely
the emptyness of a heart
the dark sick eyes
that have always lied
the untruthfulness of life
as we striff
the time goes bye
it gets bigger and bigger
the emptyness of it all
leaving u tall
but alone

iam in love
my world is upside down
turning twisting
life is now a rush
when i see her i might even blush
she is beatyful
as the seven seas
i think iam done looking
she has beatyful hair
a beatyful smile
she gotes me ackting like a child
she drives me wild





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Friday, February 4, 2005

noah and his ark/poem /evil
the world is turning
up down
not a frown
dark is light
light is dark
life is and was
left on the ark
40 days 40 nights
tell were out of site
no were to run no ware to hide
time is in a bind
as if it were a crime
the danmed be punished
the savers be saved
the lives end
while others begin
the lifes of others
were lost because the souls were
pushed off in to a yacht
never to return
as if it were ur consirn


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Wednesday, February 2, 2005

dieing not just a poem
iam i sleeping
iam i dreaming
iam i dieing
r u lieing
as the world
turns a frown
the king gets his crown
the sick turn to the dead
the health becomes sick
the deads become ash
the fadded memorises never come back
the loves you lose wish to never
see you again
you have lost every thing
u walk t6hhe streets alone no one by ur side
you walk alone no one to condon
u try and try to make things better
but make them worse
so u run away to any ware were u can hide
but ur dieing and dieing from the inside
u have dreams of the one you lost
then wake up and look back the
realize ther gone and ther not
coming back u fall to ur kneesu
pray to some one for the first time
hope for a better tomarrow
people find u take u back
nothing changed
the world is always the same
no matter if u change it it well
change back
most people are a fadded memoire
they grow up and forget about ther
past the thing they did who they
were its as if life its self has
sucked it dry
they become nolonger fun they to
busy with ther free time
to think back and remeber how they
got ther how they got hurt
how people lied how people left
them how people for got about them
how people abanded them to the the
under dogs so now i lay in my room
sick waitig to die
iv been here waitiong crying dieing
god still not has answard me

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Tuesday, February 1, 2005

to jessy/angery /happy face
listen to me as the tears fall down my face
i take off my hat
i look the death in the eyes
i have have him in a strangle hold
i do not let go
because if i do my life well be over
and so whould so many so i hold him days
and nights long since past
hope that we whould last i fall dwery
and let go
then i die
u fall to ur knees
and cry
he moves nearer and nearer
u draw fear that shall never disapear
he lunges forward
u take a deep breath
and hold it
u open ur eyes he is gone
u look around u with swet on ur face u get up and leave
then u rember iam gone and u leave the grave yard
with smeard mascarera
u look to the floor and think of me once more
u close ur eyes and wish to die then for the last and first time u say good bye
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Monday, January 31, 2005

what happend
all right this is what happend i taped this girl on the back of the head because she slaped me right a cross the face becaquse she thought me and dani were still going out and called me a lier this one girl my ex friend jessy made it seem like i socccer punched her in the back of the head so when i come back from big bear werei almost died from my brother pushing me down the stairs and me snow boarding down the mountin and going off it and hiting my head on a tree knocking me out for 16 hours geting muged of a hundred doalls and my phants when i a woke i whent back too school just in time for six periosde oh joy she comes up to me and yells at me for that for like ever with pissed me off u see i given up on people and if u piss me off then u shall never get back my forgiveness because iv already given up and since iv given up and u git me pissed y should i u know
any way i have a head ache it hurts iam sick oh well what eles can say life sucks whtes the point
screw life screw drama and if u pissed me off screw u to /out\
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Thursday, January 27, 2005

muged
some jerk toke my cd player to day iam pissed who whould do tha and for the people saying iam stupid because 666 is the divel sign iknow thats why i said its hope for the futrue and its a sign come on how cant u feg that one out u think some one is that dull anydani turned gothic looking so like i think ilike her more iam sucker for gothic girls loks down but yeah thers now at least 8 gothes at my school know so iam good but iam home sick whrite nowiam out of ideas for poems for the time being but when i update again ill have like mabe 3 tell then
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broken dani/and hero
its been awhile since me and dani broke its really sad i think about her alot i did a painting of her its really good but then i got red of it heres the story her mom doesnt like me if she took the time to get to know me she whould like me i mean since that thing happend at the park jess and bonny arnt aloud to leave with out me this is what happened i was on a tree up set thinking about her then i her bonny scream u pull out that knife again and i ll kick ur ass the i heard he pulled it on my friends little bro cused her out and another one of my friends so iu said if u even think about pulling that out again ill kick ur ass i droped out he laughed kinda scared and left jessy ran after him and said some thing he grabed her by the rest and she walked back crying then i blew it said jessy bonny issac were going and early er i was stressed out and now iam anger so i hit atree alot of times and messed up my hand thats what happend i mean if her parents new that or that i watch her back and make sure nothing bad whould happen to her i mean i still love her but i see it also from the parents point avew to i giss oh well but hey i save people all the time and its not like iam doomed and i may walk alone with out u by my side as if time stoped by me lone som side but like i do the dark poetry because its fun this is really not how i think it comes to me as iam wrighting like ill write a love poem then end up broken love wioth death oh well if they know what iv done they whould like me i dress this way to scare away people beacuse i dont whant to fight i dont whant to run i dont whant any one close and i just whant to be me "frowns"
well ill cacth u guys later
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666
666 its a number but what does it mean to us death maham chaos well i say it a sign of hope of the future it also the vistes u guys have given me now u guys stoped come so it must be a sign i dont know this must be i had a break down to day of anger and neraly broke my hand if whant to here leave comment ok bye
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Sunday, January 23, 2005

u cryed i died / hey iam back book done must go look for publisher
i walk the lonely roads
and my path un folds
and to my suprise
it tells me that i have to die
i make my choice
then i start again
then i stop and relize that iam on top
i got what i whanted i got what i needed
and in the end
i got srewed because i didnt get u
so i walk that lonely road up the hill
were i lay there dead still.....
so i walk that road that binds me still and leaves me unfelled
that leaves me stuck
as if i were the duck
so when i see u i act cool
and look like a dork
like that time i acsudintly stab my self with the fork
u laughed
i smiled
u smiled back
then i new i wanted u back
but i walk that lonly road that leaves me with my self to cundon
so when see u i have to hide becasue iv died
that day that i seen u cry


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Friday, January 21, 2005

book and junk
iam sorry i havent been around lately and junk or stoping by ur guyes sites it just whrite now iam wrighting book thats going to get published mabey alot of people will like it some people aka dark people love it so iam going to publish it then i could put on here some how then u guys judge ill tell u when iam done
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005

deems in ur dreams
as the leafs hit the ground
as the tears run down my face
as u fall to ur kness
as u cry to ur lord y
as i blink my final blink
u look at me and i give u a wink
and say with my last breath
good bye
whats done is done
iv came and gone
i left my mark
people once sayed i was smart
now it looks like were far apart
i look in ur eyes
i tell u ill be for ever by ur side
i leave u stay and stay
tell u were sure i died that day
u left me ther
now u say the world is unfair then u find some one just like u whoes up set another broken heart u fall
in love then he brakes ur heart that was never smart u turn rthe love into hate
trust in to lies
then u think of me then cry again
i come to u in a dream i tell u iam still here and never fear i love u forever and ever then u now
that iam here then i see a tear i wipe it away and i till u ill stay
in ur dreams for iam still the one who deems

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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

never more of yore
as the leafs fly by my head
it reminds me of the dead
how lovers long since past
think about each other
never the last
in each mind never passing by
its as if i never new how to be loved by u
but iam dreaming in this world
of youre
never to be seen any more
as if life it self has shoute its door for me never more
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Monday, January 17, 2005

tem i sleeping
tem i dreaming
tis the world leping
farther and farther away
tis this or or tis not
the locket to my heartis it broken
or just to far apart
tem i going mad
while the world is sad
tis it the end of the new biging
or is this just the end of all
man kind wich we all shine away
with are fake smiles and fake laughes
tell we use them all up tell are last its what we do in this world that makes a diffrens
u hate more people will u love some one will to u give peace u get peace in time its what u do that makes a inpackt not what uv done but what ur going to do next u made a inpact already but whats going to be ur next u guys think about that see ya

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Friday, January 14, 2005

fuck u
my bag is in my hat
its full of this and that
it leaves us all full of laughes
even tho its taped
they wach us when were sleeping
they now when were awak
so be good
or it will be to late
slite whrist
slite eyes
time to to die
time to cry
as the leaves hit so does my blood
i hang in the back ground never found
iam the one in the shadows
ur the one in the light
as u pray to jesus christ
i say na na to u
na to ur god
fuck ur god
fuck the system
and fuck u to
as the leaves hit hte ground u now y
that i had to die
because of u



just a poem ok guys see ya
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Thursday, January 13, 2005

my friends web
on a taku go to my friends angels its called the black boot hes new here u know i just set it up for and yeah so stop bye and ill do the poem of the day later ok bye
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riddle me this and poem me that were is my bat
today i walk in to the library and on the door it sayed is the printer broken i was like what is this a riddle so i started printing out soe thing like all way then the printer explodes i was like whoops then i ran and since i was the only person there but the workers so they said get that man i ran and ran then ran into the school cop will i got in troble because it aperntly said the priner is broken i was like danm riddle

tis a bat in the sky
as the world is going to die
tis me
no
tis u
no
tis i
yes tis the bat of no excape
tis the bat of no return
tis the bat
it flows threw the sky
as the world dies
it swopes down
and flows ther the air
with out a care
but to feed
to feed on u and me
it eats ur sould with something u can not condol
but it is and was the token of
ur emotion
for the token is lost but is not found
until u see the frown upside down so tis the bat in thesky with out a cause sep for to live till it dies

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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

pereg
i think my friend and other friend might be pregnet like he did her and now she sayes shes late but she might have skiped it so what whould he do like ther father is going to kill him poor scoty he so young but dead now if true i hope its not tho what whould u do
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Monday, January 10, 2005

tanited/sorry this one sucks bad
life with out a heart beat
love with no one to care
love is unjust when ur ther

thats the thing of the day


and the poem is
tanted
as the kiss of death comes near
i fear
that i might take that kiss
upon the brow
and see u parting from me now
for i am the one who deems
in this dream with in a dream
with in a night or a day
in a vision or in none
iam finally done
all i see or seem
is dream with in a dream

is i lay on thy death bed i set alone
with out u for me to condoen
i lay there live and dead
falling to my death
instaed
instead of u
i took ur pain
i took ur lies
i took ur love
now iam dieing inside
iam die from the inside out
as the world crumbles i sit ther on the earth tormented shore
thats excapes me no more
i see ur tricks with in ur
hat
thats not a rabbit
thats me u polled out
of the damned hat of yore
wich i cant take any more
it is i that took every bad thing u had
and it was i who end up mad tis i
wrong to deem
or tis this a dream with in the out side of a dream
never more quoth i as i fall and die
never more qouth i as u fell and
cryed
tis i who whould have died
with in the out side
for iam tanited
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Sunday, January 9, 2005

the red death
broken hour glass
faces un masked
time is crying
while the world is dieing
blood droping on the floor
cant take it any more
i took ur lies
i took ur good byes
i took ur pain
now iam dieing in side
the world is right side up
but i see up side down
thats not a smile thats a frown
as the time stops
the jesters stop makeing us laugh
at the lod and same craft
the singers stop singing
the songs stop playing
they all start runing
even tho ther full of money they
can not hide
they can not run beacuse in the end thers going to be a nother dead one
i speard threw the streets
i spread threw the halles
i spread threw u
even if ur the saftest of all
as u fall over dead
i spread threw every one around u
so u can not hide i walk the streets day and night killing people that brings the worst site
as u die the people see my face now for them its to late


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Friday, January 7, 2005

this is a new story iam whriting heres the begining ok hope u guys like it
As the clock chimes
When it hits nine
The last leaves I see hit the floor
Witch ill see nevermore
As the sun sets
And the night hits
It starts to rain
I look at what IV become
I look at what IV done
I look at what’s to come
It’s the knife it mocks me so
As if I was mad no one else knows
I think about it every night
As I kiss my self with the knife
As I slit my whist I don’t die
And every night I don’t know y
That y i am still here
Y i am I surrounded by all me fears
The clock sticks twelve showing
Me my fears never untold
But my fears dwell and dwell
This is another thing u can not tell
That all that was
That all that is
Is stuck in my head
As if I was dead
These memories
Of days and nights long since past
It as if i am dreaming
That to day was my last
I get a phone ring
It is u
U says how u wants to die
How u can’t take it any more
Thin all I can do is think of u
I hear a fire in the background
I hear a thud
Thin I think there goes a nether one
The lucky people that get away
Will i be stuck here even to day?
Its as if I never die
Even though I could not help but cry
The clock struck three and still
All I can think about is y me
Is there something I did?
Is there something I can do?
Life goes on but y me
I am nobody
I am nobody at all
People know me
Some have told me as a poet
That hardly shows it
They saying weird
They say i am kind
They say i am death in discos
I say to my self no more lies
No more death
No more time to cry the clock sticks five and now it time for me to retry
I fail and fail again and again
To the better end
The stories IV been told I shall now unfold to u
The one who keeps into the depths of my mind?
The one who binds and leaves me sublime
The one whose heart can make me and brake me as a man
The story is this
Once upon a time in this place I shall
Never tell because if u knew this would bring u hell
Some has and can tell
That this misfortune is but a spell
There was a man who had nothing but money
But he did not spend his money
He had nothing to spend on u see
He of all people use to be happy
He had a wife two kids
Their names were
Kim and Jeff
Jeff was 10
And Kim was 16
One night the father
Went out for a walk
In the park of the village
U see around the village is a forest
A forest of despair
A forest of your nightmares
U se in that forest slept a witch
This witch had problems since a mere
Human killed her sister of the east
So she thought to her self when she awakened
Tonight is the night I get him for what he did
So she went out u see that man on the walk is no
Other than the man who killed her sister
He stopped at the bar to have a drink he went on after the bar
He said walking I wish I had money so my family could live happier
The witch appeared so u wish u had money
The man yes I wish but how
The witch I can help u but u most give up every thing that u have
And u r to never to leave Ur home or yell die
So he said I have every thing I need y would I need Ur help winch
She said again well ur family might not they might need more money he said ur write fine I agree he signed it she said go now then go home and then never come out and I shall give u the money he agreed when he went home his wife and son and daughter was gone he sat down and fell a sleep the woke up and there was millions of gold coins he looked around yelling wife children look were rich but no one came he looked around he left the house were r u he went to town and became very sick he fell to the ground to guys came and robbed him of the money he had left that was on him then left after that one man came up and took him back to the house then left no one ever heard of him again but the witch came back that night when he was a sleep from passing out from crying of all his loses but one gain he said it wasn’t worth it I wish my family was here the witch came to him she said well know u know how I feel u took my sister she was all I had left he fell to his knees and was crying plez give them back no she left that night but came when he was a sleep u see then she went up to him lit a match and dropped it on the floor she said say good bye to ur hose witch makes it so u can not live she left him there burning in that house so far away from life its self so high in the mountain but so close to the ground that would leave u to think what happened next ill tell u a team of men came to put out the fire but bye that time only his scalington was left

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a hole for u/poem of the day
internal pain
bloody eyes
nothing has changed
dagger in heart
that was smart
u take my love
u take my heart
u take every thing
and leave me in the dark
u take thos bashful eyes
u tell me all yer lies
i fall for u
and in the end get screwed
u take my love
u take my heart
this was to smart
by leaving me in the dark
u new i whould be alone
no one to help me get re sowen
so u can see me brake
at the mis forutne i can not take
u lied to me
ther is no trees in the forest
no waves in the ocean
no voice from the unspoken
my heart now is a token of a lovers heart that has soken
in despair but now is under repair
for u ther is no after life
ther is no jesuse christ
no devil no god
no enternal life from beyond
just a hole to put all yer fears
a hole for all ur problems
a hole for u
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Wednesday, January 5, 2005

better and poem of the day \dead/
helloiam felling better we got bacvk together but now i must be come a jok for her mom to like me so its going to be weired but any way heres ur poem of the day

bloody corps
mangaled by force
bloody eyes
time to die
bashed in head
death from the dead
dark sick eyes
the world going to ry
filled with lies
sword in stomic
bullet in head
blood flowing out werd
soon i will be dead

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Tuesday, January 4, 2005

g/f brake
me and my g/f just broke i cut myself three times on my arm i miss her so much i whant to die really badly whrite now
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baby
iam all alone for ever and ever
no longer being
sep for with the keen
till i met u
u walked into my life
unlike any one iv seen
u ask me whats the matter
i smile and say nothing because thers nothing now
u tell me not to fight
cause ur worryed
cause u care
cause u love me
u got me to change my mind
then u kiss me then i was stuck in time
as it was flying bye
baby u r the one that holds my heart dont break it its all i have
baby dont hurt it beacuse it can hurt u
just love it baby as i love u
baby iam urs
forever and ever baby
for ever and ever
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how many
hi evey one i will post later to day ok iam in school but no one knows iam on ha ha ha evil laugh but any way i whant to know how many people like my site comment if u guys do comment here i whant to see how many bye
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poem of the day /shatterd/
as i lay in the corner
i think about u
it brings tears to my eyes
thinking how u died
how u leaft me here
leaft me with all my fears
as the world ends
it only re begins
for u not me
as u fell into the sea
so did my life and dreams
my heart broke
and it never spoke
but now its to late
the words were never said
the poems never showen
the songs never sung
as u fell
my life shattered into a billon peices
my life is ending with no new beging
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Sunday, January 2, 2005

all most died
i just keep on thinking about my g/f past it makes me sad but yeah other then that i all most died a cupal days ago heres my storyme and my bro were coming back from a rave he was wasted i didnt know with my brother u never know but any way we were coming back from la and he whent off the road we went threw the metal thingy on the side and crashed in to rock on the water up side down i looked to the side of the car my bro was ther bleeding and he said i love u danny then he died i was like oh fuck omg i got out i stood up and one of the guys that seen it happend ask if iwas ok and he was calling an ambulace he sayed how mony r ther i said one just me my bro is dead tho hes in the car then i calapsed the docs said i dont need a steches i was more shuken up then any thing but yeah i told my g/f she started crying iam still shoken up and sad my other bro whent up to his dad he died the world around me is dieing its so sad my grand pa died like 4 weeks ago my ucl died 5 weeks ago iam the only person alive on my dads side i neer really new my dad he left me and my mom when i was two he just came back like evry thing was the same not tolong ago my mom beats me really some times ill have a vblack eye from a bottle but it hasnt happend latly shes stopped my family hates me every one hates me imy life is crushing under me i feel like dieing i feel like crying i feel like cuting but i cant do any of them iam not heart broken annoy more iam in love shes what makes me happy like when i when out with aly but iam in more love like when i whent out with christina she was the one that got me to be the broken heart we broke up and iv been sad since but before her ther was this girl i dated that died but i was in love with christina more then we brok then i moved on the i feel in love with aly then my friend kea talked me out of likeing her then she tryed getting me to go out with her again but i know longer felt that way then i feel in love with dani and when iam with her its like iam moveing all heaven and earth to be with her i love her so much i whould do any thing for her but if we ever brake i dont know what i whould do
iam crying but iam cinda happy but realy sad but yeah well ill see u all and for thos who keep on asking me if i cut myself idid but i stoped i have skares up my left arm i stoped tho so yeah ill see u guys later
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i walk alone
sick and twisted
left in the dark
heart broken is no token
of alonely heart
beat in the dark side of the park
even when u get raped
or when u lose a family member ur in the dark u try to fight it but it pulls u closer and closer
till u get swallowed up
and gets spit out to the world
were they make funny of ur loses they judge u and they dont care
as long as ur ther to make fun of to make them feel better ur nothing to the world
and they like that u took my heart
u took my soul
but iam all alone no what happened to what we had it just a nother thing that brings u down to the depp for that ever lasting sleep
this world is as if it whants u to die some can take it more then others but not for long
ther yous to be twelve of us now thers one i walk down the streets alone now ur gone i walk i walk alone just a poem ok guys
so like its not true
bye

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Friday, December 31, 2004

the death of u and me/new year poem
as i lay ther dieing
i could not help but see u crying
the frown on yer face iv never seen
iv always seen it upside down
u were shouting take me instaed
i layed ther touching yer hair
u were the only one who sayed i cared
as my blood hits the floor
yer screaming in ur head "no more"
as my dead body hits the floor
and u felt as if u heart was just tore
i hit the ground so hard
u felt hell open up and take me
this was the point u could not coundol u drew the bladed knife
u held it up and sayed good bye jesus christ
u lunged it into ur chest
ther u sayed u were the best
u spit out blood and hit the floor
u graped my hand with the last bit of strength and sayed it not to late i love u
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as u guys can tell i up dated
as the title sayes iv up dted i changed my profile completly any way i whould like to say yeah how u guys been and iam doing better a bit more dark a bit more bright i drew this awsome pic of me and dani its pretty dark tho and she isnt that dark really shes nice she beatyfull she makes me happy i love er alot so much i whould do any thing for her u shes really cool if u guys ever get to talk to her u whould like her but whrite now she cant get on her site so no new updates it sayes her password chaned then i keeps doing that but any way happy new year every one i see u guys tomarrow ill be busy all day
plds bye the broken heart
aore
evux
ceg
s
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Wednesday, December 29, 2004

dani /song
as i walk threw the school doors
after school all i can do is think of u
and only u
we grew up to gether
now we say well be together forever
ur always by my side
and id never lie
i
love u
i do
i only think of u
as i see ur smile at the bus stop
i think ther she is
dani
shes ment for me
as i kiss u
i look in to yer eyes
as if seeing in to ur soul a thosand times
loveing u should be a crime beacuse iam addicted to u and only u oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeah
dani
dani
daaannniiiiiiii
yyeeeaaaahhhhhhh
i look into yer eyes as if
iam about to die
i kiss u as if this was are laast time
i faught for u i won
and iam keeping u
tis this ok


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for the cutters /the cutter poem\
as the light hits the blade in eyes site so do i
cryng dieing no longer fighting but happy in my own world that no one can control but me and me alone
this is something very few can condul
ther rest it eats at ther soul
it grabs u and never lets go
tell ur old and crushes u with all its might makeing and breaking u from the fight as the knife comes close i come closer as i lie i die
when u touch me
its as if i can escape from this world
that is felled with lies before and after u die u can change some
but not all as ther tears run down my face they get sacred that ill die as i think ill be the one that will surive so every night when i kiss my self with the knife
i think how much its going to be better in life as the blood falls from my whrist i think its a nother one of lives tests
as i fall on to the kitchen table every one is staring and then starts conparing
ther lives to mine
then they know it ther time to die
as the blood in my eyes that hit the grond i feel like iam stuck in a box all chained up with no one to give a fuck
its as if hunting and ur the duck
as my dead boody hets the grond the world turns a frown but i see it upside beacuse iam a cutter no mater what be loved be not it does not matter no matter how bad u get fucked its the end and we know it were just busting it up

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pissed
i have no friends now they all stabed me in the back i hate them all but no one on otaku so yeah
my best friend told my g/f that i wasnt ther when she called when i was seting whrite next to him and hanged up and he nows i havent talked to her for awhil because she cant talk to guys then he started causeing me out fuck him now i have to get in a fight with some guy that i desspise the girls love him the guys fear him hes the other goth at are school thers only towo and i hate him hes my ex cusint so yeah hes taough and i got tell the end of berak to prepare but yeah babe talk to me were r u what ever shes off some were the dick suckers my friend angel i hate him me and him have been fighting for along time and i cauoldnt take it any more so screw him sorry fort my prophanity but yeah iam depreesed and pissed i need to go to a rave really badly whrite now what ever see ya
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hey
hey every one my step bro is up set his dad died its cinda sad i know what it feels some one that but yeah i still say 45 and monkeys are the answers to life and jones is whaching us and me and fire,power tools,guns,knifes,any thing sharp,and bats shold not go together but yeah
ive got to go get food from the stop here goes my money welp cach u later
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

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iam feeling better every one so sorry about yesterday but i do iam addickted to finding the last heart pieace in four sourds /zelda on gba must find been up all night looking for the damn thing ok bye must find
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Tuesday, December 28, 2004

i need to tell u somthing u guys
ok every one who comes to my site my g/f is having problems on hers xXGigzXx so when u see here name on the title its her ok but when it dosent say her name its me so yeah
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Monday, December 27, 2004

Suicide help me plez
Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide
Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide
could i
should i
em i
as the darkness gathers
it brings a light
on the knife in eyes sight
it makes others cry
it makes others die inside
it makes me happy
even tho its a lie
i gave up the fight
on life
i whount be able to see my wife
because todays the day i join the dead
iam going to shoot my self in the head
i mean sooner or later were going to be injected full of lead
or mabe fall and never get up
death is a dream within a dream
i wished my wishes i sayed my prayers
i losed every thing that cares they as i die
even tho i can see in there eyes
there dieing in side thers one who cares and she isnt talking it dosent matter tho what well she do say i care dont yeah that makes it so much better i v gone insane the world its goten to me as if its sufackting me as if iam dieing with out being killed are Suicide
tonight i whant to finish it all some help i dont whant to but its driveing me crazy and i dont know what it is iam done


......this is nbo poem or song really this is how i feel whrite now really.........this mabe be my last post so good bye till u die

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iv just posted a few songs on how i feel thress three iam so sad whtrie now plez god kill me plez his head against key board lots of times god this sucks here iam posting another under this hold on

Marilyn Manson
» I Put A Spell On You

by Jay Hawkins
performed by Marilyn Manson:
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
....'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours!
I can't stand your foolin' around.
If I can't have you,
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.



Marilyn Manson
» Suicide Is Painless

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see...

That suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

The sword of time will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger...watch it grin, but...

Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied 'oh why ask me?'

And suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please

...and you can do the same thing if you please



Marilyn Manson
» Disposable Teens

And I'm a black rainbow, and I'm an ape of god I've got a face that's made for voilence upon And I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion A rebel from the waste down Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah I wanna thank you, Mom, I wanna thank you, Dad For bringin' this fuckin' world to a bitter end I never really hated a one true god, but the god of the people I hated! Chorus: You say you want an evolution? The ape was a great big hit! You say you want a revolution, man? Well I say that you're full of shit! We're disposable teens, we're disposable teens, we're disposable teens, we're disposable. Chorus Repeat

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Iron Maide » The Trooper
You?ll take my life but I?ll take yours too
You?ll fire you musket but I?ll run you through
So when your waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back

The bugle sounds as the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of arcrid smoke and horses breath
As you plunge into a certain death

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day

We get so close near enough to fight
When a russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan



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Tom Petty » Breakdown
It's alright if you love me
It's alright if you don't
I'm not afraid of you running away,
Honey, I get the feeling you wont
There is no sense in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We've said all there is to say
Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown honey take me through the night
Breakdown now I'm standing here can't you see
Breakdown it's all right
It's all right
It's all right
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Tom Petty » Only A Broken Heart
Here comes that feeling I've seen in your eyes
Back in the old days, before the hard times
But I'm not afraid anymore
It's only a broken heart
I know the place where you keep your secrets
Out of the sunshine, down in a valley
But I'm not afraid anymore
It's only a broken heart
What would I give, to start all over again
To clean up my mistakes
Stand in the moonlight, stand under heaven
Wait for an answer, hold out forever
But don't be afraid anymore
It's only a brkoen heart
What would I give, to start all over again
To clean up my mistakes
I know your weakness, you've seen my dark side
The end of the rainbow is always a long ride
But I'm not afraid anymore
It's only a broken heart


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iam feeling
iam feeling sad and alone whrite now my mom lewft yesterday and all m frinds are busy or gone so the only people iav seen is family and they hate me for beening goth iam tired and depressed wishing my
g/f was on whrite now
so i can talk to her iam going insane
thers nobody home even my grandma is gone she never leaves its raining i got a note when i got home
saying be back in 2 days wtf really iam boared hungry tired and lonly and cold no ones home
no ones on the net its like iam the only one a live and i bet
no is going to leave a comment so that leads to more quishtons
life blows peoplew suck and iam stuck in the middle wtf well thats how i feel bye
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Sunday, December 26, 2004

i miss her whrite now
she not been here all day i miss her we baly got to talk last night since shes been gone iv only had bad things happing like i got new cds marlin manson and the best of tom petty and my cd player brakes i get a new game boy game and cord and lost my gameboy two girls asked me out and i sayed no of course but they both whanted to share me they were friends but iam happyer with dani but its the prinabal u now its a guy thing i hte guy things they al ways get me in trobal and way miss u babe i miss u so much its hell here with out u and did any one see the video i posed i could not see it oh well if u did did u like it what ever bye
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iam whriteing monkey alot
monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,monkey,
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???
can any one see my video with marlin manson id just poseted
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Saturday, December 25, 2004

for thos really not goth u whount get this so just give up
we
we walk down the streets
wearing knee high boots
they give us ther looks
we laugh and grin nowing ther life is almost fin
and are's just began
we see them looking
we can tell ther judgeing
they think ther smart
but ther the ones liveing by a shopping cart
they wast ther money to plez them selfs
thell eat meat not thinking ther eating a horses ass left check
they well pic a fight for any reson
be it to show off or to inpress
they make me sick like the rest as they stuff ther face we walk down the streets
wearing all black from gogles to feet we have more juwlery thin a shop thats at the top full of lies and afares that no body cares just as long as they make ther mony they will be happy i spit on u mr bussiness man u are the one who jugedes are lifes are misribaland u giveing us thos looks make me sick we never coem are hair it really not a care are lives suck but who gives a fuck well all die like the rest be it suicide are just death
mr bissenes an is scared of death and whonts power we whount death and we have power
if were in grops we cant be stoped we rule the night but the rest of the day is a big fight 122 people stared at me to day 22 lagughed i counted thos who luhed were in cares luck them saep for one i got in a fight with that one he was a jock at ventra high he lagued then i snaped all day to him every one was laghing i whent up to hima nd sayd was funny he said u so i salked him in the gut well ill tell u the rest tomarrow g2g ok bye leave a comment on here to hear what happend next ill teill u if i get more then 10 people or i like ur comment ok bye
nnnnnooooooooooo more not ther power button must send be for



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baby baby
baby baby come on at three
baby baby ples stay with me
baby baby ples dont go
baby baby ill make it snow
ill move the mountins
ill move the sea
pleas baby just stay with me
baby baby i love so much
even tho i cant touch
baby baby iam in love
iam in love with u baby
baby baby stay here with me
baby baby ples
baby baby ill make it snow
for u baby ill do any thing
ill move the stars
ill move to mars
baby baby i dont ask much
just for u baby
just for u baby
just for u
id move time and space
just to once a gaing look at ur beatyful face
baby i love u

really come on at three
marry x mas

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Friday, December 24, 2004

chrismas
hi every one have a marry chrismas and new year i whount be here for eather i will be helping my friend start up his own otaku site be at my dad busy so yeah i hope every one her has a good chrismas u guys need more than i do like ya best wishes and bye
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time to die song 3
as the moon passes
the sun comes up
but not for me
i was left here to die
my friends and family lie
i rais the knife thinking nows my time to die
wishing wishing wishing
aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
time to die
as if time never goes by
i pull it to my neck
death is a un whanted check
time to die
as i fall to the ground and cry
ahhhhhhhhhhhh
time to die
i wish
i was fine
time to die
wishing that i could fly
time to die
every thing is a lie
time to die
wish u were here
time die i will never take any more of ur lies
as i fall to the floor i was thinking of u whounce more
time to die this is..my..last..good..bye..
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my prob
my problem is that i cant figer out how to do any thing on ther like adding stuff or adding that little du hic y on my site that says otaku boards on it u know thats my prob mostly adding stuff to mine
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Thursday, December 23, 2004

help
is any one les on otaku board i need help really badly i dont really know what to do so really help i normaly dont come out and ask for help but i need it really badly right now ok so if any one can help pm me or leave a comment ok bye
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better from fight and g/fand trenchand jones
hey every one i dont know when my g/f gets online i got n at 7 r mabe 8 in trhe morning it sayed she was already onfor the day i mean the f... its weird but yeah iam felling much better mabe even more hyper i dont know oh yesterday i got my new trench coat it looks like my old one that is gone but i still like it u know well got to goa rember jones is around every corhner
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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

dani poem 7
as the moon chimes
i fall into the sea
the world being crushed
with in me
i look up at the night sky
thinking iam about to die
i have every thing a guy could whant
thanks to u
my love
brings light to me
i look at u in the dim of light
looking at yer eyes sparkle
leaving no man in fright
ur lips touch mine as if ur kissing my soul
this is some thing i can condul
as my world comes to a end iam glad that were still not fin because death will never rip us apart unlike the un smart
are love is strong
that is some thing that is never wrong and are fath stays strong
well never bepart because i love u and only u dani i love and i always will dani icant stop thinking about u i losed the fight but one the war becuse whin i come home i know u will be ther or when i go to school ull be ther i love u dani i love u

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i losed a fight for the first time ever
hey every one iam fucked up whrite now i got in a fight yesterday and losed it feels like iam dieing from the inside out it hurts so bad all i rember is geting sucked in the face a cupal times thin falling and blood covering my eyes and iam really not felling good whrite now i need my g/f dani oh yeah i finished my story but its really long but its cinda stupid to i mean it suck bad but ill still be posting it make sure not to lie and try and make me feel better because i know its crap soory about the profanity but yeah iam in so much pain whrite now ill cath u guys later ok by
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i think iam turing japaness
hello ever on my g/F has made a site here its called xXgigzXx stop bye it i love her so muh and i was seing if annoy of whould like her to but not like me ok j/k bu yeah i whount be posting for atleast another day or so so yeah bye
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hello
hello every one i finished my srory but i dont have a fllopy to trancfer it from my lab top to this computer so it will beawhile ok oh i made a cupal more to
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Monday, December 20, 2004

hey every one i doo check out my archives so if u put a comment in ill see it
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hey every one i doo check out my archives so if u put a comment in ill see it
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peopl song 2
hello good bye
nice day fuck today
its been nice seeing u fuck u
i was
i was left in the dark
born in the depths of hell
most of u can tell
i wish to be alone i wish to die
and most of the time i whant to cry
u people lie u people back stab
and u say iam evil ha
i say fuck the world u people gasp
u say its over people say its ok
when ther the ones who whant it to end
the people
the people whant u dead
they lie to ur face
and say to u how r u
when they mean ur a descrace
my nighbor hood whants me gone they think iam a menses to ther
world
they say they love u but the next day they well hate u
the people
the peopal
tttttthhhhhhhhhhheeeeeee people
................................
yeah
but u cant touch me
u damn blood whankers
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fuck u
screw the world
fuck life
damn the people
danm the school
damn the world i hate it all
it all suckes
thers only one thing that keeps me here her name is dani terry if shes not here i whould kill my self i hate the world i hate this i hate broken hearts i hate me i hate beening broken heart
i hate lies and if i know u i probly hate u to my best friend asked out my ex the one i was so in love the one who made me this way she broke me so bad i was going to kill myself i miss here alot she knows but does not care
any way iam s mucxh better with dani really shes all i got and my veiwers dani i love u and i whount to stay with u forever i hppe u get ths message and to my vewers i whould like to say thanks for bing ther for me u guys r true pals thanks iam geting stressed out i need to take some anti depressions bye
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Sunday, December 19, 2004

mohawk
i just got one i spiked it up and ever thing iam going to dye it blue what u guys think
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Saturday, December 18, 2004

hello
hi every one how are u iv decided to whrit a long story it will be my master piece tell thin i probly whount be posting ok what ever who ever lives in cali call me for some help my nuber is {805}647-0329 ok bye
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Friday, December 17, 2004

have u
have u ever been broken hearted
have ur tears never been swept away
have u fallen and not goten up
has ur life just stoped
do u look at life as a broken clock
have u died in side but not out
is ther something in u whounting to shout
life has left me behind
love is never kind
it leaves in the ocean of despare
no one longer cares
life is at its break
wich i can not take
once again deals the hand of fate


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Thursday, December 16, 2004

this mood thimgy is scaring me
who thinks i should make a sory like poesfall of the house of usher or like shakespheres romeo and julyet any ideas horror romance scifi what or should i do none let the votes decide bye
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Thursday, December 16, 2004 diary of dreams /sin skinner\go down one entery to see my first gothic song Diary Of Dreams Sin Skinner lyrics Diary Of Dreams Sin Skinner lyrics Your secret world is far away, you don`t listen to what I say. Give me permission to enter. I`d like to understand, let me hold your hand. Let me be your sin skinner... My liberty in isolation, my fingertips in consolation. A sad condition, my intuition. Let me be your friend, I`m here to heal the sand. Keep my integrity intact, I want to base my life on facts. Whatever comes, I never know, but life will ultimately show. Still very silent I even hear your breath. What have I come for? I know I wanted more... Have you not understood? It is your life they took, And all you do is cry, Don`t tell the world good-bye! » Comments (1) poem and gothic 45 as i lie as i cry as i die i wished to many wishes i sung to many songs danced to many dances and this is what is wrong its the people of to day they are all the same one by one brick by brick well all fall down as if we were posined by led thats to thick thinking this is the end and were fin song 45 look mom the knife periced the skin look mom this is the end no more worrys mom no more problems mom no more me mom ahhhh this is the end ahhhh look what i did no more broken hearts no more laughing in the dark no more problems mom no more no more no more ahhhhhhhhhhh no more fights no more late nights no more friends this is the end no more sitting under the moon light no more wishing we can dance to night no more baby no more me as i lay ther with slit wrist u find my note saying this is how i whounted to die then u start to cry ahhhhhhh this is the end ahhhhhhh this is how i whounted to die ahhhhhhh i love u and good bye » Comments (2) Wednesday, December 15, 2004 people what do u guys think of me posting a short story of my owen » Comments (0) ever one is smilling while iam dieing laughter of small chelldren while my love is crying left in the dark forever apart never to be spoken of no longer being loved by the ones who loved me by the ones who cared for me by the ones who were ther for me by the ones who hurt me they slit my whrist and tore out my heart so we whould be apart no more words were said as i fell to the ground dead they laughed and laughed after i said "u will all die.. bye" one by one they fell when i died it was posin in ther sistum now the rest of the world is going to rot becuse of all ther lies » Comments (1) evilest final fantasy character ever if u think about it » Comments (0) hi hi to day was sabitash all day i hated it we were so post to do something on the school bus but some on toke are spot so were had to do something eles oh yeah this is guu its the most funnyst anime ever and i mean the funnyest » Comments (0) Tuesday, December 14, 2004 uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hey every one iam in the cdc and iam surrounded by preps oh well i cant stand it thers like 60b of the i cant stand more thin like 5 people oh well i got in a nother fight with a nother goth i git in a lot of fights latly oh well i get i nfight with every one i cant stand people iam like my own kind u cant i.d. me there so laud its going to give me a mygrain forghet it put yeah school blows but its the only time i get to see my girl friend shes like cool like a cross between punk and gothic for all who did not leave my site just because i have a girl i thank u so much really any wayi need sleep i like the school bus for surtin reson shifty eyes what ever for all that know lol but yeah ill cach u all later » Comments (4) what u think what u think of this pic »
Monday, December 13, 2004 ill get u and yer soda to whoppy 144 people sighned my gust book but ho are the asses who didnt check it out 144 people came to my site well 375 people visted it so who the hell is the other 231 people who probly people working for jones the bastards and u guys know who u are oh u know u knooooooow and ill find u » Comments (2) new poem of the day and bottom one tears flowing down my face people saying iam a descrace no more love no more songs no more fights the begening and ending my life sad but not showen no more love no more condolensses to many mistakes i just take time after time being abused by all the lies being sweeped away in to the ocean of despair not even being cared neck snaped heart broken love is no longer a token no more words were spoken my life is forgoten in the so called reality of waves of people unknowen » Comments (3) Pages (22): [ First


hi every one
hi cinda pissed and a little tired
little mad and a little flatterd me and her have something speacil o tho were not so post to
i love her so much
even tho i cant touch
me and her
just me and her
were not so post to be together but we love each other
which makes u think it well be forever
altho
its that altho
her parents are dooming us
and her best friend
and this is probly how its going to end
because people are jelous of her parents are full of hate
so deals the hand of fate

u

u probly can tell i had a crapy day to day iam trying to get back in to poems u know and to day just sucked really badly i need a hug oh well who likes the poem i dont think its good and dont say it is to make me fell better i i dont no bye
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Sunday, December 12, 2004

today i got a new
a new shirt not just shirt mind u its like a stray jacket its that black thing edward scissor hands wares ites so cool ill be soon geting a new trench coat ok bye
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new boots
my new boots i got new harley boot ther so kick ass it just whants u to kick some ass
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Saturday, December 11, 2004

i whount be posting for the res of the day or tomarrow ok bye
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Friday, December 10, 2004

hey every one
hi every one how are u iam doing good grate in fact i hate all but love one she is so beatyful i whould put pics of us here but i dont know how oh well any i got in a fight with the bigs goth here i mean even the jocs are scaaredof him and i won i all most broke his hand and he quit because he was sacred sacred mhahahaha that means iam at the top mhahaha i was hes opretice now iam at the top see he was helping become how i iam he helped me out with the outfits and the drawlings he taught me all i know sep for poems thos were mine and mine alone hahaha evil me and my group have slep away me and my gothic punker satain whoshiper friends two like 2 but nexet year ther well be so much more any way iam going to the anime con in summer who eles is going ill be going as squall so if any one sees me hi for arll who dont know iam william danile bershers the 3 my grate grate somthing was a king tin engaln that was so cool and all my friends call me danny so just call me danny ill cachu later bye
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Thursday, December 9, 2004

nice
nice whrite
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labyrenth and block
hey every one i just got the labrenth wich has david bowi and puppets its really cool i think its a grate adishion to any ones movie collichon were back to bio lab ok bye does any one have a good i dea for a poem i could whrite or some thing iam in a whriters block so yeah ill cach u later bye
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004


hey all i love u all but er all crazy i saw dani today she looked upset because her best friend sayed she did not whant to be her friend any more because she is spening to much time with me i felt bad then i got a soda on my head for kissing my girl friend dani her friend did it we think they dont whant us back so forget them i love her ill never leave her for some jerks that are up tight goody goodys altho they are my friends and i have to respecked ther opionion but forget them ido what i whant when i whant were ever i go and if u dont like that to bad i spread peace and love and people around me hate me so forget the nice people because i kiss my girl friend fine ill start up my owen group starting with her or it will be me and her for get thos asses she can leave to go eith her friends any time but iam not going back unless asked god iam soft i hate that about me even tho i dont look it what ever bye
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Monday, December 6, 2004

mara 2
the mara the word nightmare ergedated from mara it means a demon who gets in to u dreams and eats at them when ur a sleep
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the mara
does any one but me know what a mara is if any besides me tell so we can talk on this matter for all thos who dont know ill tell u later
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Saturday, December 4, 2004

oh
likethanks for thos people who helped me therw that prob thanks bye
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hi
ill be posting tomarrow ok bye
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time
i held her
i held her last night
i all most lost her
i could not sleep that night
that night scared alot of people
including me i wish it did not happen but it did and iam glad it did because
i know now that she really does love me
so now when i hold her i just might not let go next time
because i love her
and my love echos threw time
till i die
bye

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never mind
nevermind she talked them in to beliveing we were friends and ah if i leave coments that auu seem like iam talking to my self that whould be here she knows how to get on my site and stuff and for all thos people that laugh because her and my name are danny so yeah hers is spelled dani well mine is danny i love u dani i truefuly do
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dead to the world the last one and this one is no poems
iam to hurt some one ineed to tlk to some one please sorry if i screwed up typeing tears are in my face and iam looking at a picture of us holdig each other we all cryed when she left sep for to iam hurt iam dead to the world for now on
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broke
heart is broken tears down my face i think we just broke up me and her iam crying really crying i havent been this up set since christina i hurts so bad tears the sting i dont know iam cring why does it hurt so much i loved her so much i giss i opened to get hurt see what happens when u fallen love u get hurt sad depressed lonly
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Friday, December 3, 2004

odin evil
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hey
hey ill be posting more pics like this for all who dont know have poems on my site and for the people who do know my lates one is here
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my arms
i hold her in my arms
not leting go
she looks at me
i look at her
we kiss
thin i think
i think of her
how shes beatyful
and i must be the most luckest guy in the world
then some one breaks us up i still hold in my arms thinking man i got lost in her eyes
she looks back
we kiss
we sit ther holding hands
holding each other
not leting go
the bells ring
iam still holding her
holding her in my arms
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Thursday, December 2, 2004

not any other way
i think
i think of her
time after time
yes this going to ryme
i think of her as days go on
thinking nothings gone because
because she is ther by my side
no longer do i wish for the world to die
as i lay thinking of her
iam glad iam with her
she brings a smile even tho things are hard she smiles and her eyes glitter in the light even to thos of the night she is the beatyfulest girl i know and iam with every day and..............


i would not have it any other day
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could i
could i
whould i
should i
open my heart
do i love or
do i like
i dont now
if i do shold i say
or should i keep it the same as if the world did not know i think of her but i dont know
or is it all one big show ready
to brake me later or near thos i fear i might i dont know but i think of her she almost all i hve left besides my self and three to four frinds if that she is like happy really cool u know butthe only thing that bothers m is since wev ben going out shes looked up set and i keepon thinking its me and i fell bad but likeits not she looks sad but whe i look in her eyes i lose all toch with the world i think its that yellow gold stuff around her eyes oh oh ohhhhhhhhh...........iam sitting at my comp with my hand onmy head elbow on knea typeing and thinking about her cold i iam i i fell for a girl once got heart broken iam going to try again its about time i moved on iam staying but if i dont whrit for a whie iam with her bye
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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

my eyes/good bye,me
crying
alone
fears
no more
cheers
dark lonesum
gone
perished
from
this
god
forsaken
world
alone
to cold
heart
broken
words
misspoken
tears done my
face
iam
a
descrace
me
alone
no
token
to
hold
just
me
alone
so
alone
so
broken
just
because
my
words
and
her lies
made
me die
but
now
iam
out
of
time
u
try
and
try
againe
but
ur
never
fin
the
leafs
are
buring
my
stinging
heart
therobing
my
words
were
never
spoken
again
because
i
know
how
it
will
end
iam
tired
of
u
but
u
i
miss
but
u
will
never
know
i
still
hold
u
were
i
hold
u
last
but
time
has
past
we
moved
on
were
has
the
time
gone
people
lie
my
heart
is
broken
that
is
my
last
token
good
bye
u
name
left
unspoken
good
bye
world
good
bye
good
bye
this
i
see
threw
my
eyes


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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

pic
me down the halls all alone til til i met u then it was only me and u down the halls but now its me alone with out u this is me now alone far from the world go down one to see what happend i only posted this to show what this pic means to me good bye
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no more
iam no more iv been to hert when i go here i think of her it makes me sad her site is here iam going and not coming back i might come back to chck my messages so i giss u can cal this my good buy list as in the comments but yeah for my friends that live near here my number but rember only near by (805)(647-0329)good bye love must ov u for sticking to my site it made me happy but...
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broken minded
tears they dont stop why? i dont know whats going on i dont know hy its weired iv never felt this em i happy how i live or is it that i hate it to much i dont know its odd one thing makes me happy whrite now and i all most lost that it sucks bye
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tired and beat up
tired
beat
up
falling
down
so
far
down
i
used
to
be
a
clown
but
now
i
only
have
a
frown
iam
tired
and
beat
up
ok
u
win
good
bye

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Monday, November 29, 2004

iam stupid
iam stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid why? why? why? why? why? why? why? why? did i do it as if not more heart broken already i hurt her i hurt her heart she cryed i felt as if i died in side as if my heart was riped out of my body put in a box and lost never to retern as i lay wishing to die to day she loved me but i sayed i could never but that pain its stupid iam stupid good bye
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i
i
i look at u
i
i think of u
all
all i whant is u
i
i love only u
only
only u

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

good/ bad /by me
good evil
light dark
white black
god devil
jesus damion
holy unholy
which well u chose in the end
will u go up are down with a friend
demons angels
is a mouth full
the unspoken is
the thing broken
the night life has stoped
light has died
the world is about to die
as we sit ther whaching people cry
we move on like the world is going to be fine nowing were about to die a single tear drop fallen from my eye
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people/by me
people lied
then people
cryed the
things we say
to hurt each other
hurts in numbers
that can even
brake up lovers
the things we say still
effect us to day
as we lay in all are fears
of the things the people could say
i sit in the corner laughing with cheers thinking the end is near
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Saturday, November 27, 2004

u lie / from me
you lie
i cry
then fall
down and
die from
all your
lies you
posin the
world so
i was told
i laughed
in disbelief
then found i
was to weak
i try and try
and ended up
about to die
i didnt whount
it to happen
but thers nothing
i can do its already
to late but i still
think of u i try to
get rid of u thinking
i whould be able to get
u out of my head
but now i lay ther dead
dead from all my fears
dead from all my tears
iam dead to the world
but no longer controld
even when i think of the past
i thoght of the good time long since past never going to happen again because ur gone
then iam reminded how i was wrong
then all i can do is move on
from ur lies
i lay ther with tears in my eyes
about to die
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jones real or fantasy
me and my friend christina came a cross this jones soda it told us under a lid dobnt let people bos u around i said well thats telling me what to do all by its self me and christina put 2 and 2 together and came out with this people that like bossing people around are the devil and hitler and it has a idea of the day and the only others like that are fartian cookies and buzuka joe we came up with this they all are try to take over the world with crapy drinks and spreading threw other companys and threr poisening every one to buy more and i whil be buliting the fight of the good fight here all names have been changed to some we hate so no ne but the people we hate well get in trouble ok bye
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Friday, November 26, 2004

misfits
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Thursday, November 25, 2004

sorry to report
danny /the broken heart has fallen ery ill iam his buddy tim he got really sickhe ant get out of bed or any thing really sad but yeah he whount be on for a while so yeah bye
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the horrible people / marlin manson
I don't want you and I don't need you
don't bother to resist, I'll beat you
It's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the beautiful people, the beautiful people
it's all relative to the size of your steeple
you can't see the forest for the trees
you can't smell
your own shit on your knees
Hey you, what do you see?
something beautiful, something free?
hey you, are you trying to be mean?
if you live with apes, man, it's hard to be clean
there's no time to discriminate,
hate every motherfucker
that's in your way
the worms will live in every host
it's hard to pick which one they eat most
the horrible people, the horrible people
it's as anatomic as the size of your steeple
capitalism has made it this way,
old-fashioned fascism
will take it away
(chorus)
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Wednesday, November 24, 2004

turkey
happy turkey day every one i hope u have a good one and all have a good turkey day ill cach all later i hope mine is not as bad as its been all week but i hope this one is good bye......ps turkey ha ha
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arch enemy /rare unrelised\fields of desolation\
On the fields of desolation
We are all alone
Crying in each others arms
In fear of the unknown
Feelings of uncertainty
We are all doomed
To live in solitude
And never ending gloom

On the fields of desolation
Eternal life or termination

Why don't you cover me
I need your sanctuary
This sea I'm drowning in
Might be where the end begins
In times of grief and sadness
We're searching for the light
Seek for a place of safety
Seek for a place to hide
God turned his back on man
In divine resignation
Torn between two believes
Eternal life or termination?

As we drown in darkness
Weak and depraved
On our final journey
Too late to be saved
We've gone through places
Where the cold wind blows
Is this the end of it all
I don't know, I don't know
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004


i saw herto day iam hurt i mess her so bad but she has moved on some one help me pleas what should i do to get her out of my head
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

me
as tears flow
down my checks
i fill iam
about to die
my life flashes
be for my eyes
the good the bad
the sad
even the days i was glad
seemed so far
the truth seemed far
as lies and secrets
seemed so close to me
as i lied in my blood
i think about how i should
how i should be rembered
rembered as a poet or as
the guy
that lonely guy in the corner
the one they fear
the guy who heart teared
the only guy left who beat
all his fears and is still scared

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misfits /halloween 1/2
HALLOWEEN
bonfires burning bright pumpkin faces in the night i remember halloween dead cats hanging from poles little dead are out in droves i remember halloween brown leafed vertigo where skeletal life is known i remember halloween this day anything goes burning bodies hanging from poles i remember halloween halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween candy apples and razor blades little dead are soon in graves i remember halloween this day anything goes burning bodies hanging from poles i remember halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween

HALLOWEEN II
formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum strigas et fictos lupos credere daemon pellem lupinamin trunco quodam cauae arboris occultandum halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween metamorphoses lycanthropie possunt inquam metamorphoses lycanthropie possunt inquam halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween halloween, halloween, halloween, halloween [the above is nonstandard latin. translation: "ancient formulas of exorcisms and excommunications that witches and those made wolves believe i maim now the demon clothed in wolfskin having to hide in the hollow of a tree i believe that they so can be changed."]
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its me
its me the pic on the side is me ill cach u later ok but my avi i think thats what its called is me so yeah bye
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doors/to no one becaouse no one is any longer in my heart
i open the doors
t6o my heart
hopeing i was smart
i hold u in my arms
thinking lone is not to far
i hold u close not leting go
because i love u the most
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no use
bloody eyes
stake in heart
no return
from the dark
people laugh
people cry
then people
fall down and
die
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????? told me to whrite a bouyt a tree in one of my pm it might be a bit mess up but hear oh read this fast okhear
tree


i lay against a tree
a tree against my back
the only tree in the grave yard
out side ther are billions
but in side thers only one
its a tree of life
its a tree of death
above birds nestes
under countles deathes
the tree
has billions of stoyes to tell
but never heard
so i lay ther against that tree
and whrite about life and death
not caring about the rest
with a tree
a tree aginst my back
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50
i just had 50 people sign my gb like only few sign my gb on my last site so this is amazing now i whount to whrite about some thing some one fast tell me to whrite something like a type of pome like i dont know some one pleas
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Monday, November 22, 2004

Arch Enemy - We Will Rise

Tear down the walls
Wake up the world
Ignorance is not bliss
So fed up with second best
Our time is here and now

I am the enemy
I am the antidote
Watch me closely
I will stand up - now

We will rise
Rise above

Stereotype Fools
Playing the game
Nothing unique
They all look the same
In this sea of mediocrity
I can be anything
Anything I want to be

We will rise

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RAMONES - Needles And Pins

I saw her today, I saw her face
It was the face of love, and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray, that they go away
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride, the tears I gotta hide
Oh I thought I was smart, I stole her heart
I didn't think I'd do, but now I see
She's worth to him than me, let her go ahead
Take his love instead, and one day she will see
Just how to say please, and get down on her knees
Oh that's how it begins, she'll feel those needle and pins
Hurtin' her, hurtin' her
Why can't stop, and tell myself I'm wrong, I'm wrong, so wrong
Why can't I stand up, and tell myself I'm strong
Because, saw her today, I saw her face
It was the face of love, and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray, that they go away
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride, the tears I gotta hide
Needle and pins, needle and pins, needle and pins

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This House is Haunted ACS
This House is Haunted Lyrics
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying
Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying
A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn
A little voice went deep inside told me she was gone

Oh... This house is haunted
Oh... That`s how I want it to be
Oh... This house is haunted
You can always stay here with me...

No more singing, no more laughing, no more sunny days
She left and took the colours with her, buried in her grave
This is where we climbed the tower, this is where she fell
Then when her young heart stopped beating, I went to hell

Oh... This house is haunted
Oh... Ha....
Oh... This house is haunted
Ho.. . Oh...

You float through the lining room, I watch my TV
I feel you sit down on the couch right here next to me
The I feel you lips touch mine just like we used to do
I`m so happy all alone being here with you...



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No More Mr. Nice ACS
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
'Til they got a hold of me.
I opened doors for little old ladies,
I helped the blind to see.
I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

I got no friends 'cause they read the papers.
They can't be seen with me and I'm gettin' real shot down
And I'm feeling mean.

No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

My dog bit me on the leg today.
My cat clawed my eyes.
Ma's been thrown out of the social circle,
And dad has to hide.
I went to church incognito.
When everybody rose, the Reverend Smith,
He recognized me,
And punched me in the nose.
No more Mister Nice Guy,
No more Mister Clean,
No more Mister Nice Guy,
They say he's sick, he's obscene.

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ACS
hey i will be osting some of his songs her so when i put a ACS its for alice cooper song ok bye
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iam
iam at school so my mom can not stop me well any way thanks for ur comments i decide to stay i was a bit depressed at the time really well i dont know ? girl troble . but any way ill be adding at least 5 more things be for i go so cath u guys later and mmm any one likes classic anime we need to talk cause i love classics ok bye
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Sunday, November 21, 2004

hey i snicked on
i have a problem thers this girl i like she likes me too whrite same thing whith another girl but i have to decide who bye tomarrow what do i do
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busted
iam grounded whrite know so i whount be on for while i thiink my site sucks mabe i should statr over some wear eles dont know what u guys think? ok bye
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board 2
happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy


so board!!!!!!!!
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board
my bro keeps on knoking me off the inter netfor the phone its so annoying but yeah ventura is so boring really thers nothing to do hear mabe the mall no god iam board any ideas for fun iam really borad and none of my friends are home bbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrddddddddddddddd
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??
scare people or mess whith there heads ?
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black angel wings
no angels playing harps
no love
no future
just standing ther in the dark
no light bleeding therw
no one saying i wish to be whith u
never ending pain threw and threw
just me alone in the corner far awa
whishing that i could die to day
as i spread my wings
people stop and stare
i see them shaking in fear
ihear them say things behind myback
as i go to my tower to slit my whrist or hang my neck
i got to my room so high up ther
i jumped out the window
not even scared the people suround me
stillmocking me saying iwas a freck
then they baryed me into the deep
putting rocks on my grave
leaving my tomb stone un named
people talk about me still
saying i was a demon curseing mankind
and iruled them all but not one man had died
and this is my story which is all ways the sameand still wishing it had never ended that way but that was my life and thers nothing i could do to change it sep for what i just told u how i lived thil that unfaithful day
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iara that my next pic
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captian herlock for know on when i put a c it means capitain herlock
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he/by me
the dark
the lonely
the beast never sleeps
he crawls up from the black of night
leaving chills up and down ur spine whill the rest leave u behind
sceraming of pain it all sounds the same
to him ur just a nother victum
in the the dead of night every one has all ready lost site
thers no use to fight he all ready
has u in clasp as u try and gasp
for air but u are to scared he knows ur fears
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lie
angels cry as pepole die
the road of courage is blocked
from a simple lie
the truth not be told
the world going to rie
from the countless deathes
therw out time
as we sit ther not knowing
were all about to die
from a simple lie
all i have to say is good bye
but i all ready know why
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hi
hi iam so sleepy yet awke u know but any way ive decided on .............saying hi so tired board have nothing to do oh well what is ever one eles doing ? i just heard one of my fAMILY MEMBERS JUST DIED THATS WHY I CANT SLEEP what ever i should not be talking about my problems people dont like to hear them what ever bye
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Saturday, November 20, 2004

just a dream
Tis a dream just a dream
or is it more then that
some thing in are sub-conshius
keeping us still never moving
stuck in time as we lie
are mabey its are minds geting
ready to die
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black
black eyes
blacker heart
when born left in dark
goes around curupting lives
telling mean old lies
the children stoped playing
the audence paused
the musichion stop playing songs
from all of his wrongs
they all looked around at each other
one stars to cry
a nother asks why?
not a word said
not a song sung
no one longer haveing fun
just petals in the wind
wish this whould end
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does
does any one but me know who my pic is ?
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the raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!


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the falll of the hous of usher by edgar allen poe

fall the house of usher


DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was --but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me --upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain --upon the bleak walls --upon the vacant eye-like windows --upon a few rank sedges --and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees --with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium --the bitter lapse into everyday life-the hideous dropping off of the reveller upon opium --the bitter lapse into everyday life --the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart --an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it --I paused to think --what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pondered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the analysis of this power lies among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I reflected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of the picture, would be sufficient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn that lay in unruffled lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down --but with a shudder even more thrilling than before --upon the remodelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree-stems, and the vacant and eye-like windows.
Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to myself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country --a letter from him --which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of nervous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness --of a mental disorder which oppressed him --and of an earnest desire to see me, as his best, and indeed his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerfulness of my society, some alleviation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and much more, was said --it the apparent heart that went with his request --which allowed me no room for hesitation; and I accordingly obeyed forthwith what I still considered a very singular summons.
Although, as boys, we had been even intimate associates, yet really knew little of my friend. His reserve had been always excessive and habitual. I was aware, however, that his very ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar sensibility of temperament, displaying itself, through long ages, in many works of exalted art, and manifested, of late, in repeated deeds of munificent yet unobtrusive charity, as well as in a passionate devotion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to the orthodox and easily recognisable beauties, of musical science. I had learned, too, the very remarkable fact, that the stem of the Usher race, all time-honoured as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire family lay in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very trifling and very temporary variation, so lain. It was this deficiency, I considered, while running over in thought the perfect keeping of the character of the premises with the accredited character of the people, and while speculating upon the possible influence which the one, in the long lapse of centuries, might have exercised upon the other --it was this deficiency, perhaps, of collateral issue, and the consequent undeviating transmission, from sire to son, of the patrimony with the name, which had, at length, so identified the two as to merge the original title of the estate in the quaint and equivocal appellation of the "House of Usher" --an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peasantry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.
I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment --that of looking down within the tarn --had been to deepen the first singular impression. There can be no doubt that the consciousness of the rapid increase of my superstition --for why should I not so term it? --served mainly to accelerate the increase itself. Such, I have long known, is the paradoxical law of all sentiments having terror as a basis. And it might have been for this reason only, that, when I again uplifted my eyes to the house itself, from its image in the pool, there grew in my mind a strange fancy --a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which oppressed me. I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity-an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn --a pestilent and mystic vapour, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.
Shaking off from my spirit what must have been a dream, I scanned more narrowly the real aspect of the building. Its principal feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity. The discoloration of ages had been great. Minute fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a fine tangled web-work from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the crumbling condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood-work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of the external air. Beyond this indication of extensive decay, however, the fabric gave little token of instability. Perhaps the eye of a scrutinising observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.
Noticing these things, I rode over a short causeway to the house. A servant in waiting took my horse, and I entered the Gothic archway of the hall. A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. Much that I encountered on the way contributed, I know not how, to heighten the vague sentiments of which I have already spoken. While the objects around me --while the carvings of the ceilings, the sombre tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the floors, and the phantasmagoric armorial trophies which rattled as I strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had been accustomed from my infancy --while I hesitated not to acknowledge how familiar was all this --I still wondered to find how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were stirring up. On one of the staircases, I met the physician of the family. His countenance, I thought, wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity. He accosted me with trepidation and passed on. The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master.
The room in which I found myself was very large and lofty. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a distance from the black oaken floor as to be altogether inaccessible from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trellised panes, and served to render sufficiently distinct the more prominent objects around the eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.
Upon my entrance, Usher arose from a sofa on which he had been lying at full length, and greeted me with a vivacious warmth which had much in it, I at first thought, of an overdone cordiality --of the constrained effort of the ennuye man of the world. A glance, however, at his countenance, convinced me of his perfect sincerity. We sat down; and for some moments, while he spoke not, I gazed upon him with a feeling half of pity, half of awe. Surely, man had never before so terribly altered, in so brief a period, as had Roderick Usher! It was with difficulty that I could bring myself to admit the identity of the wan being before me with the companion of my early boyhood. Yet the character of his face had been at all times remarkable. A cadaverousness of complexion; an eye large, liquid, and luminous beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and very pallid, but of a surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a finely moulded chin, speaking, in its want of prominence, of a want of moral energy; hair of a more than web-like softness and tenuity; these features, with an inordinate expansion above the regions of the temple, made up altogether a countenance not easily to be forgotten. And now in the mere exaggeration of the prevailing character of these features, and of the expression they were wont to convey, lay so much of change that I doubted to whom I spoke. The now ghastly pallor of the skin, and the now miraculous lustre of the eve, above all things startled and even awed me. The silken hair, too, had been suffered to grow all unheeded, and as, in its wild gossamer texture, it floated rather than fell about the face, I could not, even with effort, connect its Arabesque expression with any idea of simple humanity.
In the manner of my friend I was at once struck with an incoherence --an inconsistency; and I soon found this to arise from a series of feeble and futile struggles to overcome an habitual trepidancy --an excessive nervous agitation. For something of this nature I had indeed been prepared, no less by his letter, than by reminiscences of certain boyish traits, and by conclusions deduced from his peculiar physical conformation and temperament. His action was alternately vivacious and sullen. His voice varied rapidly from a tremulous indecision (when the animal spirits seemed utterly in abeyance) to that species of energetic concision --that abrupt, weighty, unhurried, and hollow-sounding enunciation --that leaden, self-balanced and perfectly modulated guttural utterance, which may be observed in the lost drunkard, or the irreclaimable eater of opium, during the periods of his most intense excitement.
It was thus that he spoke of the object of my visit, of his earnest desire to see me, and of the solace he expected me to afford him. He entered, at some length, into what he conceived to be the nature of his malady. It was, he said, a constitutional and a family evil, and one for which he despaired to find a remedy --a mere nervous affection, he immediately added, which would undoubtedly soon pass off. It displayed itself in a host of unnatural sensations. Some of these, as he detailed them, interested and bewildered me; although, perhaps, the terms, and the general manner of the narration had their weight. He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses; the most insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only garments of certain texture; the odours of all flowers were oppressive; his eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did not inspire him with horror.
To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden slave. "I shall perish," said he, "I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect --in terror. In this unnerved-in this pitiable condition --I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive when I must abandon life and reason together, in some struggle with the grim phantasm, FEAR."
I learned, moreover, at intervals, and through broken and equivocal hints, another singular feature of his mental condition. He was enchained by certain superstitious impressions in regard to the dwelling which he tenanted, and whence, for many years, he had never ventured forth --in regard to an influence whose supposititious force was conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be re-stated --an influence which some peculiarities in the mere form and substance of his family mansion, had, by dint of long sufferance, he said, obtained over his spirit-an effect which the physique of the gray walls and turrets, and of the dim tarn into which they all looked down, had, at length, brought about upon the morale of his existence.
He admitted, however, although with hesitation, that much of the peculiar gloom which thus afflicted him could be traced to a more natural and far more palpable origin --to the severe and long-continued illness --indeed to the evidently approaching dissolution-of a tenderly beloved sister --his sole companion for long years --his last and only relative on earth. "Her decease," he said, with a bitterness which I can never forget, "would leave him (him the hopeless and the frail) the last of the ancient race of the Ushers." While he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was she called) passed slowly through a remote portion of the apartment, and, without having noticed my presence, disappeared. I regarded her with an utter astonishment not unmingled with dread --and yet I found it impossible to account for such feelings. A sensation of stupor oppressed me, as my eyes followed her retreating steps. When a door, at length, closed upon her, my glance sought instinctively and eagerly the countenance of the brother --but he had buried his face in his hands, and I could only perceive that a far more than ordinary wanness had overspread the emaciated fingers through which trickled many passionate tears.
The disease of the lady Madeline had long baffled the skill of her physicians. A settled apathy, a gradual wasting away of the person, and frequent although transient affections of a partially cataleptical character, were the unusual diagnosis. Hitherto she had steadily borne up against the pressure of her malady, and had not betaken herself finally to bed; but, on the closing in of the evening of my arrival at the house, she succumbed (as her brother told me at night with inexpressible agitation) to the prostrating power of the destroyer; and I learned that the glimpse I had obtained of her person would thus probably be the last I should obtain --that the lady, at least while living, would be seen by me no more.
For several days ensuing, her name was unmentioned by either Usher or myself: and during this period I was busied in earnest endeavours to alleviate the melancholy of my friend. We painted and read together; or I listened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar. And thus, as a closer and still intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into the recesses of his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.
I shall ever bear about me a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact character of the studies, or of the occupations, in which he involved me, or led me the way. An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphureous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring forever in my cars. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. From the paintings over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which grew, touch by touch, into vaguenesses at which I shuddered the more thrillingly, because I shuddered knowing not why; --from these paintings (vivid as their images now are before me) I would in vain endeavour to educe more than a small portion which should lie within the compass of merely written words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness of his designs, he arrested and overawed attention. If ever mortal painted an idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me at least --in the circumstances then surrounding me --there arose out of the pure abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete reveries of Fuseli.
One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partaking not so rigidly of the spirit of abstraction, may be shadowed forth, although feebly, in words. A small picture presented the interior of an immensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without interruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to convey the idea that this excavation lay at an exceeding depth below the surface of the earth. No outlet was observed in any portion of its vast extent, and no torch, or other artificial source of light was discernible; yet a flood of intense rays rolled throughout, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splendour.
I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus confined himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great measure, to the fantastic character of his performances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his wild fantasias (for he not unfrequently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations), the result of that intense mental collectedness and concentration to which I have previously alluded as observable only in particular moments of the highest artificial excitement. The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily remembered. I was, perhaps, the more forcibly impressed with it, as he gave it, because, in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the first time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled "The Haunted Palace," ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:


I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace --
Radiant palace --reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion --
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.
II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This --all this --was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odour went away.

III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

V.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

VI.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh --but smile no more.

I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher's which I mention not so much on account of its novelty, (for other men have thought thus,) as on account of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. This opinion, in its general form, was that of the sentience of all vegetable things. But, in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the kingdom of inorganization. I lack words to express the full extent, or the earnest abandon of his persuasion. The belief, however, was connected (as I have previously hinted) with the gray stones of the home of his forefathers. The conditions of the sentience had been here, he imagined, fulfilled in the method of collocation of these stones --in the order of their arrangement, as well as in that of the many fungi which overspread them, and of the decayed trees which stood around --above all, in the long undisturbed endurance of this arrangement, and in its reduplication in the still waters of the tarn. Its evidence --the evidence of the sentience --was to be seen, he said, (and I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible influence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him --what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none.

Our books --the books which, for years, had formed no small portion of the mental existence of the invalid --were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Gresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Heaven and Hell of Swedenborg; the Subterranean Voyage of Nicholas Klimm by Holberg; the Chiromancy of Robert Flud, of Jean D'Indagine, and of De la Chambre; the Journey into the Blue Distance of Tieck; and the City of the Sun of Campanella. One favourite volume was a small octavo edition of the Directorium Inquisitorum, by the Dominican Eymeric de Gironne; and there were passages in Pomponius Mela, about the old African Satyrs and AEgipans, over which Usher would sit dreaming for hours. His chief delight, however, was found in the perusal of an exceedingly rare and curious book in quarto Gothic --the manual of a forgotten church --the Vigilae Mortuorum secundum Chorum Ecclesiae Maguntinae.
I could not help thinking of the wild ritual of this work, and of its probable influence upon the hypochondriac, when, one evening, having informed me abruptly that the lady Madeline was no more, he stated his intention of preserving her corpse for a fortnight, (previously to its final interment,) in one of the numerous vaults within the main walls of the building. The worldly reason, however, assigned for this singular proceeding, was one which I did not feel at liberty to dispute. The brother had been led to his resolution (so he told me) by consideration of the unusual character of the malady of the deceased, of certain obtrusive and eager inquiries on the part of her medical men, and of the remote and exposed situation of the burial-ground of the family. I will not deny that when I called to mind the sinister countenance of the person whom I met upon the stair case, on the day of my arrival at the house, I had no desire to oppose what I regarded as at best but a harmless, and by no means an unnatural, precaution.
At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the arrangements for the temporary entombment. The body having been encoffined, we two alone bore it to its rest. The vault in which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmosphere, gave us little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and entirely without means of admission for light; lying, at great depth, immediately beneath that portion of the building in which was my own sleeping apartment. It had been used, apparently, in remote feudal times, for the worst purposes of a donjon-keep, and, in later days, as a place of deposit for powder, or some other highly combustible substance, as a portion of its floor, and the whole interior of a long archway through which we reached it, were carefully sheathed with copper. The door, of massive iron, had been, also, similarly protected. Its immense weight caused an unusually sharp grating sound, as it moved upon its hinges.
Having deposited our mournful burden upon tressels within this region of horror, we partially turned aside the yet unscrewed lid of the coffin, and looked upon the face of the tenant. A striking similitude between the brother and sister now first arrested my attention; and Usher, divining, perhaps, my thoughts, murmured out some few words from which I learned that the deceased and himself had been twins, and that sympathies of a scarcely intelligible nature had always existed between them. Our glances, however, rested not long upon the dead --for we could not regard her unawed. The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspiciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death. We replaced and screwed down the lid, and, having secured the door of iron, made our way, with toll, into the scarcely less gloomy apartments of the upper portion of the house.
And now, some days of bitter grief having elapsed, an observable change came over the features of the mental disorder of my friend. His ordinary manner had vanished. His ordinary occupations were neglected or forgotten. He roamed from chamber to chamber with hurried, unequal, and objectless step. The pallor of his countenance had assumed, if possible, a more ghastly hue --but the luminousness of his eye had utterly gone out. The once occasional huskiness of his tone was heard no more; and a tremulous quaver, as if of extreme terror, habitually characterized his utterance. There were times, indeed, when I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was labouring with some oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, for I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound. It was no wonder that his condition terrified-that it infected me. I felt creeping upon me, by slow yet certain degrees, the wild influences of his own fantastic yet impressive superstitions.
It was, especially, upon retiring to bed late in the night of the seventh or eighth day after the placing of the lady Madeline within the donjon, that I experienced the full power of such feelings. Sleep came not near my couch --while the hours waned and waned away. I struggled to reason off the nervousness which had dominion over me. I endeavoured to believe that much, if not all of what I felt, was due to the bewildering influence of the gloomy furniture of the room --of the dark and tattered draperies, which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising tempest, swayed fitfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled uneasily about the decorations of the bed. But my efforts were fruitless. An irrepressible tremour gradually pervaded my frame; and, at length, there sat upon my very heart an incubus of utterly causeless alarm. Shaking this off with a gasp and a struggle, I uplifted myself upon the pillows, and, peering earnestly within the intense darkness of the chamber, hearkened --I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me --to certain low and indefinite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense sentiment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste (for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night), and endeavoured to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pacing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.
I had taken but few turns in this manner, when a light step on an adjoining staircase arrested my attention. I presently recognised it as that of Usher. In an instant afterward he rapped, with a gentle touch, at my door, and entered, bearing a lamp. His countenance was, as usual, cadaverously wan --but, moreover, there was a species of mad hilarity in his eyes --an evidently restrained hysteria in his whole demeanour. His air appalled me --but anything was preferable to the solitude which I had so long endured, and I even welcomed his presence as a relief.
"And you have not seen it?" he said abruptly, after having stared about him for some moments in silence --"you have not then seen it? --but, stay! you shall." Thus speaking, and having carefully shaded his lamp, he hurried to one of the casements, and threw it freely open to the storm.
The impetuous fury of the entering gust nearly lifted us from our feet. It was, indeed, a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful night, and one wildly singular in its terror and its beauty. A whirlwind had apparently collected its force in our vicinity; for there were frequent and violent alterations in the direction of the wind; and the exceeding density of the clouds (which hung so low as to press upon the turrets of the house) did not prevent our perceiving the life-like velocity with which they flew careering from all points against each other, without passing away into the distance. I say that even their exceeding density did not prevent our perceiving this --yet we had no glimpse of the moon or stars --nor was there any flashing forth of the lightning. But the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapour, as well as all terrestrial objects immediately around us, were glowing in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the mansion.
"You must not --you shall not behold this!" said I, shudderingly, to Usher, as I led him, with a gentle violence, from the window to a seat. "These appearances, which bewilder you, are merely electrical phenomena not uncommon --or it may be that they have their ghastly origin in the rank miasma of the tarn. Let us close this casement; --the air is chilling and dangerous to your frame. Here is one of your favourite romances. I will read, and you shall listen; --and so we will pass away this terrible night together."
The antique volume which I had taken up was the "Mad Trist" of Sir Launcelot Canning; but I had called it a favourite of Usher's more in sad jest than in earnest; for, in truth, there is little in its uncouth and unimaginative prolixity which could have had interest for the lofty and spiritual ideality of my friend. It was, however, the only book immediately at hand; and I indulged a vague hope that the excitement which now agitated the hypochondriac, might find relief (for the history of mental disorder is full of similar anomalies) even in the extremeness of the folly which I should read. Could I have judged, indeed, by the wild over-strained air of vivacity with which he hearkened, or apparently hearkened, to the words of the tale, I might well have congratulated myself upon the success of my design.
I had arrived at that well-known portion of the story where Ethelred, the hero of the Trist, having sought in vain for peaceable admission into the dwelling of the hermit, proceeds to make good an entrance by force. Here, it will be remembered, the words of the narrative run thus:
"And Ethelred, who was by nature of a doughty heart, and who was now mighty withal, on account of the powerfulness of the wine which he had drunken, waited no longer to hold parley with the hermit, who, in sooth, was of an obstinate and maliceful turn, but, feeling the rain upon his shoulders, and fearing the rising of the tempest, uplifted his mace outright, and, with blows, made quickly room in the plankings of the door for his gauntleted hand; and now pulling there-with sturdily, he so cracked, and ripped, and tore all asunder, that the noise of the dry and hollow-sounding wood alarumed and reverberated throughout the forest.
At the termination of this sentence I started, and for a moment, paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me) --it appeared to me that, from some very remote portion of the mansion, there came, indistinctly, to my ears, what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described. It was, beyond doubt, the coincidence alone which had arrested my attention; for, amid the rattling of the sashes of the casements, and the ordinary commingled noises of the still increasing storm, the sound, in itself, had nothing, surely, which should have interested or disturbed me. I continued the story:
"But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of a scaly and prodigious demeanour, and of a fiery tongue, which sate in guard before a palace of gold, with a floor of silver; and upon the wall there hung a shield of shining brass with this legend enwritten --


Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;
And Ethelred uplifted his mace, and struck upon the head of the dragon, which fell before him, and gave up his pesty breath, with a shriek so horrid and harsh, and withal so piercing, that Ethelred had fain to close his ears with his hands against the dreadful noise of it, the like whereof was never before heard."

Here again I paused abruptly, and now with a feeling of wild amazement --for there could be no doubt whatever that, in this instance, I did actually hear (although from what direction it proceeded I found it impossible to say) a low and apparently distant, but harsh, protracted, and most unusual screaming or grating sound --the exact counterpart of what my fancy had already conjured up for the dragon's unnatural shriek as described by the romancer.
Oppressed, as I certainly was, upon the occurrence of the second and most extraordinary coincidence, by a thousand conflicting sensations, in which wonder and extreme terror were predominant, I still retained sufficient presence of mind to avoid exciting, by any observation, the sensitive nervousness of my companion. I was by no means certain that he had noticed the sounds in question; although, assuredly, a strange alteration had, during the last few minutes, taken place in his demeanour. From a position fronting my own, he had gradually brought round his chair, so as to sit with his face to the door of the chamber; and thus I could but partially perceive his features, although I saw that his lips trembled as if he were murmuring inaudibly. His head had dropped upon his breast --yet I knew that he was not asleep, from the wide and rigid opening of the eye as I caught a glance of it in profile. The motion of his body, too, was at variance with this idea --for he rocked from side to side with a gentle yet constant and uniform sway. Having rapidly taken notice of all this, I resumed the narrative of Sir Launcelot, which thus proceeded:
"And now, the champion, having escaped from the terrible fury of the dragon, bethinking himself of the brazen shield, and of the breaking up of the enchantment which was upon it, removed the carcass from out of the way before him, and approached valorously over the silver pavement of the castle to where the shield was upon the wall; which in sooth tarried not for his full coming, but fell down at his feet upon the silver floor, with a mighty great and terrible ringing sound."
No sooner had these syllables passed my lips, than --as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a floor of silver became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic, and clangorous, yet apparently muffled reverberation. Completely unnerved, I leaped to my feet; but the measured rocking movement of Usher was undisturbed. I rushed to the chair in which he sat. His eyes were bent fixedly before him, and throughout his whole countenance there reigned a stony rigidity. But, as I placed my hand upon his shoulder, there came a strong shudder over his whole person; a sickly smile quivered about his lips; and I saw that he spoke in a low, hurried, and gibbering murmur, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words.
"Not hear it? --yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long --long --long --many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it --yet I dared not --oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am! --I dared not --I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin. I heard them --many, many days ago --yet I dared not --I dared not speak! And now --to-night --Ethelred --ha! ha! --the breaking of the hermit's door, and the death-cry of the dragon, and the clangour of the shield! --say, rather, the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh whither shall I fly? Will she not be here anon? Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste? Have I not heard her footstep on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? MADMAN!" here he sprang furiously to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul --"MADMAN! I TELL YOU THAT SHE NOW STANDS WITHOUT THE DOOR!"
As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell --the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust --but then without those doors there DID stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold, then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.
From that chamber, and from that mansion, I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could wi have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon which now shone vividly through that once barely-discernible fissure of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened --there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind --the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight --my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder --there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters --and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "HOUSE OF USHER."



-- THE END --

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Friday, November 19, 2004

the grave yard/777666777
All my friends
all my loves
no one left
I vist them every day
ther tomb stons are all same
At the grave yard
I whrite about death in poem form
never knowing I was being wached from a far
she wached me every so closely
tell one day she came to me and talked she talked about
poe and lenor and how the raven is a insperashion to this genarashion
of yore we resited poe acked out shakespear and quited the dead till we were no more
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