Friday, June 23, 2006

bunchles of stuff
1A
Set off by happiness or hopeembraced by many sins are cherisheddeeply by whomelse.Myself.Sorry for the excuses,
Sorry for the pain,
sorry for those lost, confused, startled eyes staring, almost hypnotically, into your own

1
Fight the power of love, fight it's might, I would rather be alone, hten to be shamed, adn cowardice is my only fear. I'm so alons, but im happy. Just a bit, let it go. Dont be afraid. Just let it all go.....

2
I have no time for you.
Nor the time for me.
If I had some sense I would be smarterm But im not as good as you.
And I never shall be. so I say goodbye once again.

3
As the battle ceases and enemies scurry to where they came, two men, no two gods, stand their ground a foot aways from eachother, waiting to see who make sthe first mistake. Minutes pass by, one of the gods finger twitches just slighty upwards, the other sees the movement immedietly. He draws his sword, as so the other takes out his axe, again they are still... The God with the sword finally loses his patience and and screams and charges at the other god, but he is too late, he did not realize there was an enemy approaching from behind who had just shot him in the back with a bow&arrow. As the god fell to the ground, he glanced upwards to see who had gotten the better of him. It was his own son, !Brutus! With his last ounce of energy he spurted from his cracking lips "Et tu Brute!?!"

hhahahh. such a ripoff of Julius Caeser haha when i wrote this i couldnt stop laughing, and now ive started laughing at it again

4
Love makes me depressed, love makes me obsessed, It somehow makes me emotional to an extent... on a specific level of untrust with my own will to feel. I thought love was complicated.... and it is. It is very complicated. You can laugh at it, make fun of it, mock it when you have never had it, but when you do experience it. It is a very different story. a story that cannot be told by just one person. It is basically a whole enveloped sotryline unraveling into our minds, which never ends.

5
The day has passed and all have gone, see the moment where I cry. Not a moment too late to see you walk in holding your own hands together,smiling. As you walk in two steps into the room thenyou turn around and run out the room. As I run to the door and look to where you ran I see a man in white is chasing you...... I realize..... you have betrayed me... you have let me believe every word spurted from yoiur lips... I walk to the bed...reach under the pillow to find...what else but love... I open this love and let my own flow of love inside. Drops flourish only if you let them.


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