now living out of my trunk
god life can suck sometimes


...just bring the matchesscreaming again crying my silent tears when did i become invisible?...just bring the matches
one passionate kiss a loving hug just 5 minutes of your attention what does it take to ignite this flame again?
i ache for you dream of you long for our passion
we say we are married your ring's on my finger yet i feel as if we are roomates
please... kiss me love on me tell me that you long for me touch my body like you hunger for it
please want me again
pounds have been added stress surrounds us fights are so


the strom called lovegray skies black clouds the storm is coming but there is no ground to hold ontothe strom called love
one man sings
and the other marches and the last man is clueless to the beat
the man that sings made music for me to dance to he made the words hold me close and safe but he hasn't sang for years on end until now as he sings the clouds roll in
the man who marches he's a perfect soldier his grace and confidence overflow from within him i tried to march with this strong soldier man but i tripped and fell and hurt him so now he marches on my heart as it bre


family?family...... they are supposed to be the ones that are there for you right? from birth until death?family?
i wonder when exactly my family stopped seeing me as family...
was it the baby? when grandpa, our family untiter, died? when i moved out? the first or 2nd or 3rd or 4th or 5th or 6th time that DEFACS was called?
when did i become a stranger?
its rediculous the way they treat me when my mom was in the hospital no one told me which one or offered to take me to her when my grandpa was dieing.....no one told me the facts or when he went do


FlickerA flicker in the shadows: my wick burns low could it be your light is not reachable for these hands? A movement ever so slight casts my darkness away a dance I wonder where will my path take me as I tread the glass of the ruined happiness I had once held so dear Oh, I pray, do not cut into me I pray, do not cut into me I love those shards, those jagged, bitter pieces these lovely pieces they tear me after shattering; before, they glinted in sunlight, cast prisms of joy and delight upon me and I shined  Flicker


For some strange reasonFor some reason I cannot understand I have always loved the stars whenever I step out into the dark, I always always look up and gaze at the stars It is not the looming night that I admire nor the pale and aloof moon; and the sun I disdain No it is the faraway stars that I love so much They are so truthful, so deceptive like the human heart They all seem cold and tiny, frail and breakable like ice like crystal like fire against glass they seem to dance and glimmer, to flicker and shimmer but they do not it is only when you truly see them withFor some strange reason


wheneverything hurtsWords are crashing against my ear drums with the kind of force only freight trains have [and the words are only communicated through whispers]wheneverything hurts
Letters are cutting me open, a verbal autopsy [and the coroner's got shaky hands]
Soft gazes are burning holes right through my skin, and the light inside is flickering like that jack o'lantern i carved years ago [some kids down the street smashed it to bits]


Household BattlesI believe this to be true. If humanity never faces any time where it must struggle in order to survive, then it will never realize that sanctity of peace. If we do not face our fears, we take what we have for granted.Household Battles
Back when I still attended elementary school, I was a spoiled brat. I had a great family. An adorable younger sister to play with, an awesomely brilliant father who I idolized and a mother that brought cookies and cakes for my friends and me to school. Everything for me was perfect. I never had any troubles which is what brought me down so hard and far in my fifth year of schooling. That was the year m
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Have you not heard of that madman who...cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!...Where has God gone?" he cried. "We have killed him...How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves?" - excerpt from "The Joyous Wisdom"
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Have you not heard of that madman who...cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!...Where has God gone?" he cried. "We have killed him...How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves?" - excerpt from "The Joyous Wisdom"
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Have you not heard of that madman who...cried incessantly: "I am looking for God! I am looking for God!...Where has God gone?" he cried. "We have killed him...How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves?" - excerpt from "The Joyous Wisdom"
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~There are only two tenses: Past and Present. Don't dwell on your past. Remember it, but don't let it effect your Present. Live in the Moment.
CARPE DIEM!
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