Sunday, June 14, 2009

Pain and Sadness
Everyone can write about it because its natural for everyone to feel. The problem is that there's not an exact measure except that for some a little is too much and that for the rest its and overdose. Death is a pleasant thing but not special in any way everything alive dies someday. I've come to realize that there's things the world never runs out of. Most of these things that are always there are nothing like happiness. As our world falls on the shoulders of the young we watch them break their backs and cripple the future of a better working world. We will be plagued by conflict within our hearts luckily only the patient survive. With patience comes knowledge and we can cease the plague that turns our worlds black.
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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Dear
Oh how happier things can be when we do the breaking and when we're not the broken. Quite deliberately we let them fall and shatter. We smile and only understand one side of the conflict. Your heart is shattered but now mine is too. I like the feeling though like the one you get when you go too far underwater. The pressure hurts your chest. I remember now back when I didn't understand how I broke you into a mess. You cleaned up the pieces off the ground though all by yourself you fixed your own heart.


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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Words
I feel in my mind so many words flowing down beating my thoughts in a waterfall. Each word creates water with pressure all inside hurting a concentrated area. I feel sick of this life. When every word flows inside and I find all of its different meanings but I can't stop... I get birthday cards from people that took my money but none from any friends of mine. Everything burns up and becomes nothing. Versions of my words will die anywhere and everywhere they stay. I'm sick of people telling me that they think the reason they're in this world is to take people's problems away but they're completely incorrect. The reason they came is to even out the problems that already exist. I can't wait until the day the population suffers a great decline I really can't. I hope I survive and if I don't after death I will still come back to take you with me.
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I slowly realize that you're gone...
I wake up after a tough day it was yesterday. Only then I find out that your gone without a doubt I feel like you're gone forever. It turns out I fell in love, I fell in love with everything that you do. Now you're gone and I have nothing to see or read or wonder of because you're gone. And now I slowly realize that you're gone... oh and I slowly wish that you were back to fill this greedy void in my heart. I don't want to keep thinking this... I don't want people to see me sad because I'm happy I'm dying fast. I'm happy I realize that I am to die happy. Smile. Lead goes to my head.
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Friday, June 5, 2009

Tranquility
Oh how pleasant is this silence inside my mind. Laughter fills my thoughts and eventually comes to life. All my evil deeds make me laugh and I find that it has now become a hobby. I feel the nice warm drops in my face sometimes and I know its not sweat. It colors my lenses red and its hard to wash out of my clothes. Maroon againts my dark clothes and sometimes black when I get too much. I smile. I know the gray sky looks for me every morning before it rains it lies there in the sky waiting. I realize I'm not afraid of making people unhappy coloring their skin with hits and leaving them colors like blue and black. Slashes are my favorite thing because it makes it rain but I love the drip the most. I use so many different types of instruments I feel like an expert. 48 hours later if they're still hiding I'm safe. Cases close and I'm always free. Freedom is my life.


To Shippou123: I wish I could read your words whenever I wanted. But sometimes the browser can't do much haha I'm too unequiped to use the computer all I use is my phone.

But I found a way I can't leave my comments though so Ill do it this way.
I read your post a few days old of course and I'm late to be the first to see. But ill keep your words close they inspire me. I'm still made of trash though and I have to wash my corruption off.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

nausea
Whenever I wake up I'm sleepy, sick and lost. Where am I? Sometimes I ask as I notice strangers being my company. I don't remember what I did the memory of yesterday is no longer a crystalized picture in my memory that crystal is now shattered into an image unrecognizable. I'm lost in my mind and the thoughts won't let me do things straight. I feel like I've been dead and I came back in one night. I feel like I'm not me anymore. I'm under the possesion of my good friend addiction. He takes care of me and makes me happy. Or at least that's what he tells me.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

friendship
A piece of trash in the working class of humanity. A waste of time is giving a chance to everyone. Prepared to find justice on the innocent, hungry for pure souls. This is what humans have become with every finger pointed at their victims death has arrived. Lets all meet together and find the peace in our eternal sleep. Good night.
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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

what?
Let me tell you what I think of what to say. When do we know what to say when there's no more breaths in our lungs? Can we even say or to say the least have a final thought? I doubt the fact that we know we're real. To me I just think our mind is a tricky thing because it can actually crash on us. Burned alive from the inside of our human skulls. Humans... such foolish things are called the perfect creation but this filth is nowhere close to the perfect perfection. Light at its full shine kills the life out of death and the cold light burns and only destroys tearing everything into pieces. Oh such inferior light the one so cold and bright. Let me live bright cold light let me drink the souls of the dead.
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Friday, May 1, 2009

If you were rain.
If you were rain there would probably be thunder and lighting keeping me away. If you were rain the glass windows you tap would symbolyze how close yet far you are from me. Sealed shut the windows would be and me just wondering what to do on the inside. I'd break them without anything but my bare hands just so that with force I can reach out to try to catch you in my arms and in my hands. Clear liquid crystals cool and calm would land. I would wish it was more like ice so that I could actually hold on to what I felt. I would wish the moment would last so that you would never slip away from me. The first thing I would envy if you were rain would be nature because with your product you would help the land grow but you would only leave me wishing you were only mine. I would try but my attempts wouldn't be good enough to get you to me from every leaf that catches you and every root that takes you and absorbs you into other blooming interests. If you were rain I would wish I was a lake or ocean so that you could always come back to me.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Long...
IT's been so long now... so much to say so much time lost. A demon's symbol on the bleeding veins and arteries I summon you.
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