Besides change, the only thing that is constant is the fact that none of us will make it out of here alive

A traveler walked down a long, dark road. Trees rustled in the wind, and the night was wet and dreary. Rain fell in unpredictable spurts, chasing the poor people indoors and then discontinuing the chase. The man wore a large, wide brimmed, black felt hat, covering his entire face in shadow, and making it impossible to distinguish facial features ( Read more... )

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I know, I have more ramblings than writings on here, but that'll change soon(hopefully). It's well past five now, and I justhad an Idea. We should have a discussion on writing, you know, ideas, pointers, things of the like. Is this gonna last? Maybe, who knows. If someone else has a discussion topic, just tell me, and I'll put it up. And if ( Read more... )

I can't sleep. It's almost fucking five. Look, sorry to bother you, but this is just one of those wierd paranoid things that haunt people when they're tired. so just add a comment on here if you know who I am ( Read more... )

Once there was a brave warrior who would fight and win any battle. Hoping for death himself, and unafraid of death or pain, he would help others as best he could, asking little in return, but always finding a way for personal gain. One day he met a beautiful young girl, and after saving her many times, for she was very unlucky, she fell in love ( Read more... )

Wow, I just realized how disappointed I am in myself for doing this. It's just about 4 o'clock in the morning and I guess it's because I'm sick. This was originally just going to be for myself, but I broke again. So from time to time I'm going to put a little piece or two in here from just for you guys. Joe, if you don't know who this is, I'm ( Read more... )

the guitar wants me,
the guitar needs me,
the guitar loves me,
and it feeds me,
the guitar holds me through the beating,
as I lose control and hope is fleeting,
and were there none else to sustain me,
the guitar is able to keep me alive,
and were there none else to contain me,
it wouldn't let me break in the strife.