it is now wednesday....i think. since i left i've kind of stip keeping track of time...and space. i come back to my grandparents' and it's just like i'm 10....all over again...i feel so............SREWED! i don't mind my grandfather so much, until he remembers why i'm here and then i get an attitude. but of course he's not as bad as my grandmother ( Read more... )

can't take it...feel so bad ( Read more... )

is it right that such pain should exist in this heart, that meant so well ( Read more... )

so.....i lost my bloody talon. i lost the damn thing. i don't even remember if i threw it or put it in my poket. i went back to look for it myself but i couldn't find it, b/c i couldn't remeber where i had gone. in the heat of the moment in the dark i lost it. bloody hell!

since i'm so disorganized i've decided to get a live journal. but...only for the purpose of organizing my poems. if you like them please feel free to comment on them. if you don't like them, then you can go fuck yourself. *lol* j/k

I cry the cry of a love once lost,
the tossing and turning of a soul is the cost.
To follow the mind
leave heart behind
Screw up the life
Soon cut with that sacred knife
That chooses your worth
Damn this whole fuckin' earth
To be left like this
To be tossed into the dark abyss
Falling into that deep nothingness
called life.

he packs his soul into an empty box, away from time, torture and pain. he tucks it way up high, behind his broken dreams ( Read more... )

i wish the world could only see,
what it is you mean to me.
you heal my heart on days it can not sing,
you create in me a hopeful thing,
that i believe dreams are made of.

As I pondered in silence the depths of my soul Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long the meanings that I sowed A phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect Careful in movement, curious in manner, yet terrible in beauty, age, and power I was moved in my spirit, rejoiced in my heart The genius of poets of old lands How amazing to ( Read more... )

every word that you say brings a pain to my heart. and it stings me so bad that i can't feel a thing. and these tears in my eyes burn like fire, so he cries in the dark all alone by himself. and he likes it this way, all the chaos it feeds on his heart and his soul. so he cuts up his arms and he slices his wrists to the joy of the ones that ( Read more... )