Blind...

Category: Life


If you wanted to make a friend you'd close one eye...
If you wanted to keep a friend you'd close both....

Love doesn't blind, love just doesn't care what it's looking at. Hate blinds people.

Hate definately blinds people. When you're angry, you're blind to reason, and logic, and there is very little chance that you can look past your hate and see what you're missing. But love does blind. It blinds you to the faults of those you love. This includes friends, family, etc. I mean, look at families, for instance. They're annoying and loud and pushy and alawys get in the way. But you love them nonetheless right? Its because love blinds you, allows you to ignore their faults, allows you to love them despit their faults.... Or should I say in spite of their faults...?

Weed.... WTF

Alright so you can't get addicted.

You can convince yourself psychologically that you're addicted though. IT's mental not physical like cigarettes.

You can also go overkill with the OMG smoking omg omg love it

Maybe a bit but don't obsess it makes it seem like an over reaction just to look cool... basically it's like this.

So you bought an Ounce this week? It's a new accomplishment for you huh?

Great.. You've accomplished a new low that will get you way high.
You'll probably lose a few brain cells and gain a few potsmokers points or something.
You're pretty much wasting money... Perservng idiocracy...

What's that you say? You wish you could buy more things like New CDs, T-Shirts, Things you want? Oh, but you spent all your cash on You Know What.

Well, I'm sure you could buy all those things with the cash you wasted on that stuff, but most of the time you're either too drunk to care, or so high you think you baught the new CD when it's really just your thoughts playing out loud even though you're still the only one who can hear them.

Yup, and if you read this and thought "Yeah that's about right... that's how I am" Then please... go hit yourself with a hammer a few times. You'll be killing brain cells either way.

Even though I now smoke weed I still stand by this. I have never paid for it, not even helped someone pay for it. I smoke it only when it's offered, and I don't go looking for it. There are times when I just feel like smoking, but it's unavailable, but it doesn't wreck my day.

That's how it was for the potheads in High School. They did it everyday as often as possible because they wanted to and they could, and when tey couldn't they were totally bummed out about it.

Sure it's disappointing at some times, but it's more like if you want to have steak for dinner but your mom says "We're having gumbo" Well ok... Gumbo is good too. You would kinda prefer steak since you've got the taste for it, but oh well.

Weed is all fine and dandy. Just don't get weird with it. (August 7th, 2009 @ 4:49 PM)

When you lose a loved one (Furry Friends or Human Form)

I'm sure that if there is a heaven or some sort of afterlife, then I'd think he... or she... knows what your thinking and sees how you miss them and how much you care and I bet they're smiling. They may shed a tea,r but they'll smile. And when you close your eyes you'll see them. When you dream they'll be right there with you watching you and keeping you safe. When you cry it will be on their shoulder and in everystep you take through life they will always be beside you. They are never gone. Even when you cannot see it... it is always there.

Alright... here's an edit for you

In response to the "Huron was gay...least i got f***ed up doin' it like a pimp." Group...

I like my school. Yeah classes can get boring sometimes and some teachers arn't exactly cool in any way.... but it was my highschool. Huron was the shit. I made so many friends and have so many great memories there. You don't fucking like my school? GET THE FUCK OUT

You don't pimp shit. You avoid classes and scream fuck school because you're too weak to suck that shit up and handle it.

When you can look back and say you graduated proudly NOT "Man I barely made it through" If you can find enough things you'll miss to the point where you soooorta wanna go back maybe a tiiiiiny teeeeny bit. If you can look ahead and realize It's all gonna suck from here on... THAT is when you know.... YOU PIMPED THAT SHIT

Congratulations graduates (especially 2007!) Huron won't be the same without you.

So get ready to bitch slap the rest of your life into order because after Huron... after HIGH SCHOOL... When this is over... You'll never have it that good AGAIN.

So pretty much... anyone who joined that group... in about a week or so (since I want to give you time to read this so you'llknow why... if you don't read it too bad I guess you weren't a great friend anyway) say goodbye 'cause you're way not a friend to me not even close to kin to me. You're just a wannabe who thinks its cool to diss and maybe now you fit right in, but I know one day what you'll miss.


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Brittany Davenport
Well, let me start by saying I didn't even remember I was a part of this group. I don't even remember half the groups I'm in, quite honestly.

Secondly, highschool in general was not a good experience for everyone. I hated highschool. I say, good for the people who thought it was a wonderful, memorable experience...but personally, for me, the only good thing about it that I find myself missing daily is choir. Besides that, there wasn't much 'good' in it. I don't think huron is a terrible school, but in the end, it just wasn't for me.

Sorry if the group offended you but ...not everyone had good experiences like you. Every day of my life I wish I did.
June 28, 2007 at 9:39pm

I never got the chance to say how little I cared for your comment Brittany. Everyone knows that you can either wallow in your self pity or try to find the good in what you're getting. You had a choice and you made it. You didn't have to do the things you did and not do the things you didn't. You had the opportunity to change your outcome and you didn't. I can always look back and remember the shitty parts of high school. I can just as easily recall all the good things as well as seek out the good hidden within the bad. If you're having that hard of a time think of it this way. Even with the bad things in your past you wouldn't be the same today. So when you get to that part in life where you say you're happy you made it remember that without Huron High School there is absolutely no guarantee that you would be where yo are today. And even if you stil made it you wouldn't be the same. Things wouldn't be the same. (August 7th, 2009 @ 4:36 PM)

P.S. I also don't think most of the people in that group look at it the way you did. "It just wasn't for me" No. They look at it as school sucks I don't wanna do this so I won't Instead I'm going to skip classes, smoke, chill with friends, and ignore my responsability entirely and then scrap up some work at the last second because my teacher cut me a deal to graduate with a shit GPA. (August 7th, 2009 @ 4:38PM)

I've decided

People don't know how great you are. They're blind. One day they'll open their eyes and you'll be too far away for them to see. They'll never know what they're missing...

Understand

Feeling something real or something no one can imagine...
Unless you tell them in a fairytale manner....

Apparently no one gets this...
Here's the deal. It's a complicated way of saying I want to be in a relationship. I'm tired of being single. I semi enjoy it because I'm free to mess around or flirt or what have you with whomever I so please, but it's that feeling inside that's almost too good to be true that I miss. You feel like you're high on morphine or tripping on acid or something. It's just extreme happiness. Intense pleasure. You belong. Someone cares for you. I love that. That feeling IS something you feel that's real. It IS something no one can truly imagine unless you tell them in a fairytale manner. Sometimes you wonder if it could really exist. Is it just something people hope for? One of those empty wishes people waste away upon? One of those out of reach dreams people chase until they come to realization and finally give up wallowing in their sorrow and despair because they have nothing left to live for knowing that they will never achieve their greatest desires? No. It's real. I'm just waiting to feel it.


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Craig Ransom
you know, the last time you described it wasn't quite like that.. in your now simplified version i understand perfectly, and wish you luck with that.. sorry to have been a bother.
clarity is good you know..
May 28, 2007 at 1:40am

Passion

Category: Writing and Poetry


A window creaks as she enters.
All calls are put on hold for this moment
as tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
A mother lays unaware,
and siblings stir in slumber.
Tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
Is love enough to keep him near?
How much can one give before the guilt sets in?
And until then tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
© 2007

I just realised the flaw in what I've stated.

It's hard to be yourself when you're insecure huh?

Don't get me wrong I still do it. I just regret it sometimes...

So let's see... We're all insecure to some extent correct? I think we shoud work on that. It's hard to be yourself when you're not happy with who you are. We lack confidence sometimes.

For example:
I feel that I constantly surround myself with people hat I consider to be more attractive than me. That's not good. Because it is making me look around and wish I could amount to the same which puts me down. I need to be more confident in general. Confident people are more attractive in general because people don't want to deal with others who are constantly putting themselves down and worriying and feeling bad about themselves. You have to feel beautifu and now you are and believe you are before you can convice someone else of the same. Remember that.


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Mana Perry
you look better than me. and you are very hot. and confident. and if you arent you hide it very well.
April 23, 2007 at 7:50pm

Sai Pavani मारतामबाढि
amen to that... and yes u are beautiful... i can relate cuz i find myself feeling that way too
April 24, 2007 at 11:45pm

Is it dangerous or are we just paranoid and weak minded?

To be open leave your vulerable I suppose. However, honestly would you rather hide? Possibly even lie to yourself nd the people around you so that you're not "Over exposed?"

We hide things that we can't even help.
"I sleep with a night light because I'm really afraid of the dark"

Things that we can't control that are WAY embarassing.
"I pee'd in the bed even all through college"

Even things we're ashamed of that arn't at all our faults...
"I was raped..."

Why are we so afraid? Why? I mean really if you want to know it's our fault people are afraind.. Why can't we except people? It's not their fault. If something happened to them or if they have a problem... we should help.

Don't point a finger.
Don't laugh.
Don't blame them.
Don't spread rumors.
Don't ridicul them.
Don't make it worse....

STOP BEING AFRAID

I understand there will always be someone out there to point and laugh at you, but who cares about them? Be YOURSELF. Stop pretending, and hiding, and covering up, and lying, and cheating, and scheming, and falsy presenting yorself to the world. I bet the people closest to you don't even know the real you. OR at least not all of you. Why keep a dirty little secret when you can be free from worrying who will find out. No one can have anything to hold against you if every knows it all. It's YOU. So stop being ashamed and be just that.


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Hope Kim
amen!!!!!!!
April 20, 2007 at 3:16pm

Mike Beech
This is how I live my life. Thank you very much.
April 21, 2007 at 1:41am

She's not that pretty....

She's not..
She's not that pretty...
When did you first look in the mirror and all you could see were your flaws?
I fucking hate growing up. You learn to care about unimportant bullshit. People judge you on that bullshit. This is the part where you really died. When you fucking grew up. We fucking opened our eyes and by then though we realized it was better living blindly... it was far too late to close them shut.

What do you do to hide?
Where do you go? What do you say?
I like to look at the people... those people that I feel are getting what I want... Those that I consider to be thieves... taking that which I feel belongs to me and making it their own.... I look at them... I look at everything that I think makes them somehow better than me.... I try to figure out what it is they have that I don't... I try to understand and I just fucking can't. They're not better than me. YOU are NOT fucking better than ME!

So then why?
What the hell makes them so damn special?
Nothing... I see nothing.... Which only angers me more. So instead I point out any flaw of theirs I can find. I think it to myself often feeling rather pathetic. Why am I insecure? I have to end this ridiculous feeling. So maybe in order to revert... I should gouge my eyes out and be blind once more.

Not a lot of people can say theyre happy... Whats your secret?

I live out my emotions. I get over it. You know how a kid can be pissed at you one second and then say you're their "bestest" friend ever the next? Yeah. It's like that. I mean I'm not Bipolar. I just... Move fast I guess. I don't ever wanna forget the past, but I sure as hell don't wanna live there. Iguess it'll all work out how it's supposed to in the end right? If it's supposed to happen it will. Just because it's not happening when you want doesn't mean it won't and if it doesn't it wasn't supposed to. You have to get over it. Just get over it. Be happy. Life is too short to be much else and besides... Why waste this moment? Why waste all of it? You'll never get another chance and you'll never make it out alive.

"What if all this is a dream and when you die... you wake up?"
"If this is a dream... I want to sleep for the rest of my life"

Free Me - Where's Your Head At?

Well, I guess that I forgot to think, to look before I blink 'cause now my mind is racin'. I have to face my fears quit shedding tears and take the blows to the face and STOP to think about what's really real and how I really feel. Should I just be a stereotype or fight the urge to fit in, be fake, be tight, and let the masses win. So do I put on my make-up and stuff past my A cup? What if this all was a dream and when we die we wake up?

© 2007


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Sai Pavani मारतामबाढि
some deep shit mannn
March 26, 2007 at 6:19pm

To answer your question... it's a race.

Basically I am attracted to... a few different people.

I like to keep my options open. What I mean by that is I am afraid... Focusing on one person runs a risk that they may not like me, and I'll lose time I could have been focusing on someone who does. This situation has occurred many times. Not only does it suck... I feel like shit every time if happens. Now I can't exactly tell who likes me and who doesn't. Therefore I pretty much ask wassup with anyone I might be interested in. I make friends. I am very flirtatious. I know what I want. I know what I'm doing. I'm just afraid. If you wanna grow a plant you can't only plant one seed because if that seed doesn't make it you're fucked.

It pisses me off when people interfere with what I'm doing. You know what the fuck I'm doing and I don't need you to point it out. Just leave me the hell alone. Honestly I dunno what your problem is. Is it that I don't do it to you? Is it that I'm hogging attention? What? Just go the fuck away. Don't bug me when I'm chillin'.

This is how I do things. This is how I operate. Everyone knows this. It's not a secret. Get over it. It's my way of getting through this part of life. Whoever decides they wanna take a chance... whoever is the first one to speak up gets the gold. This is a race. I'm just cheering for everyone.


PAST COMMENTS
Mana Perry
you do know your last statement makes it so that "he" still has a chance in a way.
March 23, 2007 at 7:45am

Mike Beech
Reading this note is making me hungry...then again, what doesn't?Anyways, that's pretty open. Most people would just keeep their feelings to themselves. Good job.
March 23, 2007 at 8:07am

Aaron G
Yeah so I was tagged in this note......why
March 24, 2007 at 6:28pm

Diane Behnke
♥
March 25, 2007 at 4:43pm

Tell Me [Inspired by Jon J.D.]

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry


Oh look at you my friend. Now tell me where it all went wrong.
You're trying way too hard to hide the melodie of your lifes final song.
The hidden track that no one has the patience left to wait to hear.
The screaming silence that you whisper in their ears.

And if the eyes are the windows to the soul then look into me.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
I see emptiness. Your eyes are frozen ice cold my dear.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.

Oh look at us again and tell me where we fell apart.
We're trying not to die out. They say "Loves the funeral of hearts",
but loves the slowest form of suicide and we can't hide our feelings.
We can't rely on breathing. Help me friend I need your healing.

And if my mind is an open book to read then lay me out please.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
Tales of hell on earth and heaven's burning, but we stay near.
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.

It's in you within you I've seen it before.
Maybe baracaded locked inside.
I can't find what you're trying to hide.
Look through you right through you revert to the past.
It may be all that lasts it's all I have.
The present comes on far too fast.

And if my heart is an open wound well then watch me let it bleed.
Tell me, what do you see? Tell me, what could it be?
There's a note inside that says "You'll live for every last tear"
Tell me, what happened here? Tell me, what do you fear?

What happened is we've changed
Or could it be that we have stayed the same?

Or maybe there's just too much of our lives left to live
and we never thought we'd get this far so in the past we gave it all
and now we're here with nothing left to give.
We'll never make it 'cause we've built it up and now we're left to fall.

The fire has burnt out
and I know not the man
I see before me.
He is not the man
you used to be.
© 2007

Quite the Tragedy... It is our Curse...

Current mood: gloomy
Category: Life

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and planned to have a medical procedure.

Common Sense lost the will to live as churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.

If not, join the majority and do nothing

Oh How Beautiful You Are...

Current mood: rejected
Category: Writing and Poetry


Oh how beautiful you are...
From the outside to the in
all my thoughts are wearing thin,
but oh how beautiful you are...
From the inside pouring out
all my feelings screaming now.
Oh how beautiful you are...

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
I saw a smile upon your face
behind the tears you can't erase
but oh how beautiful you are...
You're wishing you could take her place.
Wonder if you could win this race.
Oh how beautiful you are...

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
You are the shadow walking by.
You are the glimmer in his eye,
and oh how beautiful you are!
He'll never notice that it's you!
He's just too blind to see it through!
But I am telling you it's true!

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
(So beautiful!)
Oh how beautiful you are...
So beautiful!
You make the stars burst into flames!
He'll never have to take the blame!
You are the black sheep his escape!
He'll never see you're empty shape!

Know how beautiful!
(Oh how beautiful you are!)
Never have to look too far!
To see how beautiful you are!
Oh how beautiful you are!
(How beautiful!)
It shows in each and every scar!
Just how beautiful you are!
With every tear you shed!
Every night you lay in bed alone!
You're so beautiful!
You stare outside of your window!
Gazing at the stares!
Looking out so far!
Can't you see you're beautiful?!
Don't compair yourself to her!
One night is all she's worth!
I'm telling you you're beautiful!
I see that you're beautiful...
I'm not the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful....
© 2007

So I Wanted More

Current mood:Battered and Broken
Category: Writing and Poetry


So I wanted more...
So I wanted you...
So I wanted everything...

I tried to be your superwoman.
I tried to be your everything.
But I can't be your hero baby.
I just can't see your future for you.

So I wanted more than you could ever give.
So you want to score, but that's no way for me to live.
So I wanted you to be my hero.
So I wanted everything.

I tried so hard to make you see me.
I tired so hard, and you walked right through.
My heart is yours, and it knows no boundries.
My hearts is yours, and you'll walk right through.

So I wanted more than you could ever give.
So you want to score, but that's no way for me to live.
So I wanted you to be my hero.
So I wanted everything.
© 2007

Introduction to Poetry

Category: Writing and Poetry


I wrote this for My Creative writing class.....

Lost in the world he walks alone
and I beside him walk this road.
So unaware and our of touch.
His own shadow he's never known.

Into an empty room he strays.
The walls reflect his better days.
With every step a tile there fades
and emptiness then washed away.

Upon a shelf there he would see
a book now filled with poetry,
and as he reads he'llcome to know
of I beside him. His shadow.
© 2007

How Poetry Comes to Me

Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry


I wrote this for English Class... Creative Writing: Poetry actually.

In a dream world I call life
when my mind is blank.
If i'm feeling desolate
in my heart, cold and dank.
Poetry wil come to me
when I need it most.
It comforts every pain inside.
Dearly, I hold it close.
© 2007

Destruct

Current mood: depressed
Category: Writing and Poetry


I moved forward. You stepped back.
Just to be friendly I stole your hat.
You made me a promise. The one your shirt kept.
So in it I felt you and everynight slept,
but I never thought it would end up like this.
How could I shoot so straight and still miss?

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I was nieve. I didn't know.
I walked with someoe else, and so
your eyes went green. I became rude.
You made it through my attitude,
and yet there in lies your mistake.
So next time just don't hesitate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I waited just to hear your song.
Tell me. What made you wait so long?
I thought there was no melodie,
so I began to walk with he's
not you, oh god I knew that.
I had a hard time getting through that.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

So now I don't know where we stand
because I'm trying to hold your hand,
but I keep finding something else.
I'd like to keep this to myself;
however, there is not a chance
that you would share a glance.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I'm cornered! I'm cornered!
I don't know where to go.
Come closer! Come closer!
You'll never tell me so.
Please save me! My baby!
Don't ever let me go.
Don't leave me! Please baby!
Please don't go!

This game is ripping me apart.
(This game is ripping me apart.)
What are you doing with my heart?
(I should have know this from the start.)
Oh baby, please, just one more date.
(Give me another chance.)
How long do I still have to wait?!
(I just wanted to hold your hand!)

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart!
I'm dying now!
This game is ripping me apart!
Who's crying now?!
You're slowly tearing out my heart!
Stop lying now!
This game is gouging out my heart!
© 2007



PAST COMMENTS

Oh Kiara, I truly wish you never had to go through that. No one deserves those feelings.
Posted by @~@ K @~@ on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 1:55 AM

Psycho Valentine

Current mood: weird
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse1:
Well you're all that I've wanted,
and you're all that I'll need.
If I could just endure the pain,
then your name would bleed
from my heart.
Oh, it was love at first sight.
(Bum bum bum)
Yeah, since I got in a fight
with your mom.
I knocked her ass flat out
on her front lawn.
But hey, I got your attention,
and our lives have been pure heaven since.
I said pure heaven since!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
forever and ever you know.
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever!

Verse 2:
So I've appointed myself
to help you change your life.
Who knew I could be so persuasive
when holding a knife?
Now, I think
that we're perfect for eachother.
(Bum bum bum)
I don't think both of us should
be alone.
One can't live without the other,
(Bum bum bum)
and I know one day together
we can surely build a happy home.
I said a happy home!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
forever and ever you know.
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever!
Forever and ever and ever, Yeah!

(Instrumental break)

Bridge:
I heard you're trying your best
to break away from me lately.
My dear, now, I do suggest
you don't try to complicate things.
You know I'll beat all the rest to the punch.
Knuckles crunch when you hear my name.
Don't play this game.

You know you're mine for the rest of your life.
You can't escape so don't even try.
(Bum bum bum)
Oh Baby, please understand
that I can't let you be
anyone elses man!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
You're mine
You're mine
YOU'RE MINE!!!!!!!
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever and ever
and ever and ever, Yeah!
© 2007

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this has to be one of my favorites
Posted by Kesdio on Sunday, February 18, 2007 - 9:46 PM

Jealous

Current mood: silly
Category: Writing and Poetry


So I turned on the TV and what do I see?
A whole bunch a people and one's talkin' ta me
"From west philidelphia born and raised"
Man I'm sick of this shit dude re-runs are gay.
Then It dawned on me that I could play with my Wii
Pull it out an start the wackin' I'm attackin these monsters
and my friends say they hate it "You're ignorin' us fellas",
but the truth of the matter is I think you're all jealous.

Yeah, you're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.

Now I'm chillin' with my friends just to prove that I care
Mandy and me look at the underwear in hot topic
I want it all got the cash so I drop it and cop that shit
She couldn't handle it. So then she starts havin' a fit
freaked out so bad it made her sick.
And I guess she's recovered as far as she'll tell us,
but I think she's lyin though and she's still jealous.

Yeah, you're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.

Now I'm feelin' kinda down 'cause they won't come around.
My friends are all trippin' 'cause I wouldn't take them downtown.
It's my car, my gas, my time to waste.
It's not yours. You don't pay so get off my case.
You're all fake. Wake up. Stop askin' "Tell us!"
Damn guys why must you be so jealous?

You're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.
© 2007

Mature Eyes Only

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Well honestly you didn't think I was gonna repost that whole thing did you? I only repost those lovey doevy ones when I'm feeling REALLY down. I've been really good at ignoring chainletters lately.

However I have something to say. The devine one is great but we've soiled it's name. So don't ask why these things are happening but instead ask why you don't care. Ask why we use religion to justify our wrong doings. Ask why we try to play it's role. We cannot judge only the devine one can judge yet we do it everyday. You can't rule someones like. Let them run their own and if the way the run it does not please that which is of a higer power then let them know it wen they do not pass it's judgement. However here on earth let us live our lives the way we feel is right and let those that we disagree with live theirs as well.

Subject: War and Peace

Current mood: blah
Category: Writing and Poetry


My mind is a battle ground of thoughts that never end.
Everytime I make excuses it's just my way to defend
myself from everything that goes on in this cold, ignorant world.
Corruption of a country can't control this little girl
as the bombs fly over baghdad. Listen. Screams from long lost souls.
Can we ever stop the maddness? How much hate can one heart hold?
Just how many bodies do you think will fit into one grave?
Terrorism. Bush decision. We can't find Osama's cave.
"Send more troops in!" We're not winning. "This'll help!" I'm sure it will.
So we're sitting on our asses while our soldiers all stand still.
Who elected such intelligence to run our lovely country.
"Yeah I got a great idea. Let's send them on a killing spree,
but what we'll never tell them is that they're the ones to die."
Yeah, soil the point of living "free". "Great life" why even try
to make a difference in the world that you all claim our "fathers" built?
With every hate we have inside our scale is on a constant tilt.
© 2007

Untitled

Current mood: frustrated
Category: Writing and Poetry


So, I was left thinkin' of how you're always there for me, and
I know you think you really mean it when you say that you care,
but all I hear is how you think it's ok to say the things that are on your mind.
So, tell me really do you think that you care? Really? Well then allow me to share.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

You said you loved me, but just what does that love mean?
'Cause I don't want the love they say you should have in magazines.
That doesn't mean that I don't want it to be perfect.
All it means is that I want it to be worth it,
and maybe mix in a few arguments
because it only makes the lovin' extra passionate.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

But when I say I want to argue that doesn't mean you tear me down. No.
Don't you lie to my face, then degrade my whole race.
How could let all this hate escape past your lips?
Why would you even think it's ok for a second to say I can't pave my own way?
No, I don't need your help I'm fine all by myself.

Yet again I turn to you, and I don't know what to do.

I just don't understand how you
could say the things you say to me the way you do.
I just don't know the reason why,
but I already can tell that I should just say goodbye.
I really want to work this out,
but you don't seem to know just what I'm talkin' about.
I want to let you know right now,
but I just don't know quite how.

So this is it. It's over now. This whole thing buried in the ground.
I'm not here to change you. It's time for me to rearrange my life,
and you can't be a part. Though you're still dear to my heart.
I just can't take much more of this. I just can't play this part.
© 2007

Untitled (Rap)

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry


Don't try to discuss religion with me.
I don't wanna hear it.
I don't know if I believe in God
or Jesus' holy spirit.
I don't really know if they exsist,
but then neither do you.
Though I guess that's why they call it faith,
but I can't see that through.
It's too hard for me to say that they
exsist if I can't see them.
I don't need a book to tell how to live.
My mind is free. Besides too many things
are done in name of Gods all holy will.
People killin' blood is spillin'
and yet you believe him still?
I doubt Jesus told you in your dreams
someone deserves to die
for not believing he's the son of God,
our savior, our mesiah.
People constantly run faith
into a deeper pile of shit.
I don't want to be a part of this,
your "Willful testament"
and if your kid decides to shoot someone
don't think it could be me.
Blame the lyrics? Blame the parents!
Look at mommy and daddy!
Where were you when they came to you
said that they had had a problem?
Why weren't you there to solve it?
How did I get so involved?
Why is there a gun within' their reach?
I didn't hand it to them.
Think it's my fault? Take me to court then.
Go ahead now, prove it.

Mommy there's a problem that I have.
This bully took my lunch today.
The way he treats me hurts real bad.
He pushed me down and called me gay.

Now don't you worry mommy's here,
though you do act a little queer...
It's no big deal. I'm sure it's not.
Here have some soup. Careful it's hot.

But mommy I don't have the time for soup
I need your help before I go to school
tomorrow morning and that bully takes my
lunch again. He's gonna make me look
retarded and the other kids all laugh.
Mommy please I need your help.
Maybe I need both you AND dad.

God damnit I don't have the time
now billy. I don't give a shit.
Take your ass back to school
and mother fuckin handle it.
Mommies tired of you nagging her
the second you get home.
You know, daddy's got a gun.
Here. Run along now. Have some fun.

:: Three gun shots ::

So now a tragedy occurs
down at billy's middle school.
Billy shot the bully down.
His mentality was cruel.
See Billy's parents didn't listen to him.
Mommy didn't care.
Daddy was an officer, but
daddy wasn't there.
Daddy worked his hours late
so mommy slept around.
Mommy was neglectful.
Daddy's out of town.
Billy was a good kid.
Billy was abused.
One day Billy had enough,
then a gun was used.
Parents are the answer.
Parents have to care.
Parents need to listen.
Parents should be there.
© 2007

New Beginnings

Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse 1:
He wants it to be perfect.
He wants everything in place.
His heart is overflowing and
it's showing on his face.
He wants it to be more than this.
He has so much to share.
I looked deep into his eyes,
but all I saw was despair
as he searched inside so hard
to find the right words to explain.

Bridge:
Your image is a cancer that is living in my brain,
and I cannot erase. It's slowly driving me insane.
I wanted you to know that I can't get you out my head,
and the more I think about it I realize that I would
never be caught dead without you. Can't breathe without you.
Close my eyes and dream about you. Scream your name.
It's not the same, and I'm letting go.

Chorus:
I can't forget the past. Won't regret the last time.
It's the last time that I'll see your face.
I won't remember when. Can't remember then.
Don't you tell me it's not the end.
Is it really your decision? If I wanted you to know
I'd never have let you go.
But I want it, and it's not the same.

Verse 2:
She knows I want to show her
everything I feel inside.
She's not sure if she's ready,
and she's got something to hide.
She never told me how she felt
about this situation, but she
doesn't want to ruin this moment
or my anticipation.
I think she's got it all quite wrong
and I just don't know how I can explain.

Bridge:
I want to show you how, but I don't know right now.
It's burning at my fingertips. Just one more taste of your sweet lips,
and... but I can't get this out. No I can't figure out...
just what am I to say to you? I thought I thought this whole thing through...
Now everthing escapes me... They've raped me with their eyes...
They never look inside... I want to see inside...
I want to make you understand. I love you now, I loved you then.
I'll always love my summerset horizon...

Chorus:
I can't forget the past. Won't regret the last time.
It's the last time that I'll see your face.
I won't remember when. Can't remember then.
Don't you tell me it's not the end.
Is it really your decision? If I wanted you to know
I'd never have let you go.
But I want it, and it's not the same.

Bridge:
There's only one thing left to say you.
(I just can't find the words.)
There's one more thing now that I have to do.
(Right now I need you here.)
There's got to be a way, a sign, a clue.
(But I can't seem to find it.)
There's one thing blocking this amazing view before me.
(I just cannot see past the fear.)
I know there's one more road to travel,
and I can't do this on my own.

Chorus:
I can't forget the past. Won't regret the last time.
It's the last time that I'll see your face.
I won't remember when. Can't remember then.
Don't you tell me it's not the end.
Is it really your decision? If I wanted you to know
I'd never have let you go.
But I want it, and it's not the same.

Verse 3:
I turned around,
(She turned around.)
and saw his face.
(She looked my way.)
I tried to smile.
(She came to me,)
I felt the same,
(and her eyes rained.)
and I left. Never looking back now
at what I was leaving.
Took a breathe. Slowly in and out
as hell was over freezing.
The old and new was all in you.
I saw the view. You saw it too.
Begin a new. Begin a new.
Begin a new. Begin a new...
© 2007

Over

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry


I knew
from the beginning we were in too deep to drown.
I see you
can't say a thing right so please just don't make a sound.
Look, look, look right through me
See, see, see into my heart and soul,
then let me go.

Bend me, break me, bury me alive.
Love to hate me. Leave me here to die.
Can't you see how it's all crashing down on me?
Push me, shove me, just another lie.
Care for nothing. Don't apologize.
Could it be that's over? It's done you and me.

Do you
understand why I think you're shitting out your mouth?
How could you
not care enough for me to leave all those things out?
Puff, puff, pass your life away.
Drown your sorrows in a bottle,
and wash me down the drain.

Bend me, break me, bury me alive.
Love to hate me. Leave me here to die.
Can't you see how it's all crashing down on me?
Push me, shove me, just another lie.
Care for nothing. Don't apologize.
Could it be that it's over? It's done you and me.

You're just another statistic
Just another drop to fill the cup
(It's over flown)
Don't be so pessamistic.
What'll it take to cheer you up?
Out of reality. You seem so far from me,
and will it ever be enough.

Can't you see your life is killing me?

Bend me, break me, bury me alive.
Love to hate me. Leave me here to die.
Can't you see how it's all crashing down on me?
Push me, shove me, just another lie.
Care for nothing. Don't apologize.
Could it be that it's over? It's done you and me.

Bend me, break me, bury me alive.
Love to hate me. Leave me here to die.
Can't you see how it's all crashing down on me?
Push me, shove me, just another lie.
Care for nothing. Don't apologize.
Could it be that it's over? It's done you and me.
© 2007