I'm listenign to Maya Angelou read her poem Still I Rise if that counts o-o
Why? Spoiler Why? In my life of hatred and lies. I found the One who seemed for me. when it seemed that I was a mistake I saw you there. WhY? have you done this to me? Leading me into the wreck I've become Making life unbearable torturing hatred Why? have you done this to me? When life started looking to the better 'cause of you You left me in my life leaving me with the pain and lies. Hating and consuming in my own loss. WhY? have you done this to me? Leading me into the wreck I've become Making life unbearable torturing hatred Why? have you done this to me? I thought you were the one for me. But now I know it was a mistake. You were my mistake. I was my own mistake. Now I lie here in this pool of blood thinking. Is life worth its pain? Why? Why does it aways lead to pain? When things start to get better I'm always knocked down. And in my sorrow I turn to my last friend It never says no. It helps you deal with your pain. It lies there, wating for you. I lie in this pool of my blood. Turned to the last resort. As my friend, covered in blood, falls to the ground. I feel the last inch of life slipping away. Why? Have you done this to me? Always leading me away. In to my pool of pain. So I found my way to a new pool. And I sleep forever, knowing that, life always leads to my pain. My Abyss Spoiler I hear you calling. I hear them crying. I want to help but. I need to help but. I hear myself calling out. They hear me cry in the darkness. They dont understand. Alone in the abyss of my life. I hear your pain. I know your loneliness. I want to help. I need to help. They dont know me. They dont understand the way I feel. They think they can help but they just make it worse. I live and am alone. The swirling abyss of my life drags on bringing naught but pain. And I cant find a way out of the abyss. I need to help. They cant help me. All alone bearing the pain. You cant live like this, let me help. You're alone I'm alone In the abyss. Alone. Fear Spoiler we feel its power seeping into us holding us back like a leech it stops us and ruins us causing us pain and misery We try to overpower it, but it never leaves us Eating away delving deep into our soul it brings out the worst in us. People say it isn't there but how can we feel it eating away if truly it was not there we would be complete. But remember. It is not the true us it is a mere thorn on the rose of our lives we must overcome it throw it away. It drives us insane It hates us Sometimes it seems like it is us. But I'm here telling you. It's not you, its me. The pit of rage Spoiler Blinded by hatred. friendless and alone. Falling and hating. Into the pit of rage. But know this. Dont fall. Grab my hand. Dont be blinded. See the light. Dont go falling into the pit of rage. Deceitful Lies. Spoiler From a rumour. It spreads like fire. The fire inside burns. pain unleashed. Seemingly trapped with no way out. Yet dont give up. There is a way up. My hand is there to pull you out. These deceitful lies will vanish. For there is true power in love. Life Spoiler It passes by slowly. Is there an end? Is there a point? Why does it just pass by? Like wind in the branches, It comes and goes. But dont lose hope. Theres something at the end. Just give time. We'll go together. Alone. Spoiler I stand in the crossroad. Watching the clouds pass by. Where do I belong. REJECTED BY LIFE. REJECTED BY DEATH. I stand alone. at my crossrroads between joy and pain heaven and hell. Life and death in an endless stream alone. The grass sways peacefully. In the field of my crossroad. In an endless stream of the now. With nowhere to go. Nothing to see. No future, no past Just me. All alone. In my crossroad. Remorseful escape Spoiler Slowly look up at the mirror Viewing a despicable stranger How could something so pure Become something so shameful? Feel the surges of regret Shame, hate and disgust Where did it all go wrong? Surely this isn't me. Look down at the blood stained sink View the cleansing crimson regret Washing your sins away Making you whole again Slowly peek into your eyes See a cold, remote soul staring back at you anhedonically How can something so beautiful Turn so dark and loathesome? Stare back down at the cleansing filth Maybe if you could spill it all Everything would be alright Pull the blade up to your throat Atone for the failures you called your life. Hope? Spoiler Looking back at past successes Victories of a person long gone How could we sink so low? That we cannot even, with a passing shrug do that which before was easy? Looking back at past friendships Bonds which seemed as strong as diamond Viewing the rise and surely the fall even diamond has its breaking point Looking back at old ambitions dreams which seems so easy to reach Watch them all crumble away That human will was easy to breach. Watch the children running by Each a vessel of hope and life How many of these will achieve their dreams? You suppose that only one should suffice Turn around to face your future What things lay await in there? Perhaps riches, fortune, fame and glory Run forwards gladly, the future is waiting The sombre call of forlornness Spoiler If I could find a way to thank you For all the things that you have said The time you wasted so I wont lose The things that we have shared I'd write a million lines for you If only to glimpse this spectrum of emotion I'd sleep on broken glass for you Just not to lose your laugh. I feel I must apologize For not valuing and utilizing The time which you have given to me Now it is up I feel so ashamed so guilt ridden and disdainful That I used it so unwisely. Let go of my hand my friend You have already shut me off If I am truly a boulder on your back Then I would rather I was dead. Forgive me for the failures the shortcomings and the let downs. But remember those memories those perfect memories you confessed we had made. And with a tear in my eye I bid you farewell My friend, my love and my dear, dear saviour. I wish you well for your future endeavours And I thank you for what you have done for me. So go, friend, I will hold you back no longer Au Revoir my dear maki. Au revoir. Why do I love you? Spoiler Why do I love you? Of the many things that elude me This seems the most evasive But suffice it to say That try as I may The answer always escapes me. Is it your changing personality? That in a single moment, The passing of one fateful tide Might suddenly be raised aloft And in the next, might be stricken down. Is it your voice? An odd choice, you might say But one which I choose no less To others it may seem That your voice has no gleam Though to me it raises the heart on high An odd choice to make As it changes oft times But nay, I say that not to its discredit For t'would seem that with each change At the risk of sounding cliché My heart flutters yet more. Is it the power? Though this claim may sound selfish And in a way, it is. Though I speak not of influence, or not of a sort. I speak not of the power to move men and kill hearts Perhaps, in part, but not in whole. The power I speak of is one I well know That with a single glance might reduce me to nothing Yet with another raises me to strengths I have never yet known. One which, when exercised, has taught me to fear But also to love And to cherish, to adore and to trust. But enough of that, at the risk of sounding like this love is vain, for it assuredly is not. I doubt this contributes much yet I feel I must comment On those drawings which never cease to amaze To amuse and to charm Which, though they are but drawings, bring me such joy Which I could view for hours and still never grow tired I am a well known fan Of the works of Michelangelo Yet for a single one of your drawings I would forsake his whole library. Is it the way in which you react to Chris? Both jealous, annoyed and hateful That in a whirl of merriment He and I ignite in an instant Which in others sight Might seem out of spite But is in fact a show of affection. For we know you enjoy it Though you'd never admit it And it makes you seem So cute how you steam. I'm not sure why I love you It's all this and more I can't help but love you And so I implore That it will last forevermore And if I am held to account All this I will shout. So forgive me. I don't know why I love you. I just know that I do. It goes against everything I've known All that I've learned Yet I love you more Than I ever knew I could So believe me when I tell you that I Love You. I'm still pure... Spoiler Knocking at the door again Like a frightened child I hide When will you stop bringing my pain? I suppose I can only hope in time Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors They never took my innocence I'm still pure as rain Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors I'm not going mad I'm just losing my mind. I obey and let them have their way Is my existence merely for others pleasure I wish I could just break away But fear is an effective means of control Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors They never took my innocence I'm still pure as rain Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors I'm not going mad I'm just losing my mind. I wait up at night, cold and frustrated Fleeting desires and needs most ignominious Did they think it was fun, to embed these needs within me To make me need to satisfy their desires And with a laugh of malice, whisk themselves away? Leaving me waiting up at night, cold and frustrated Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors They never took my innocence I'm still pure as rain Lie to the friends, lie to the counsellors I'm not going mad I'm just losing my mind Fear is an effective means of control But need is a more effective one I cry out at night, bring my innocence back End this self torturous nightmare Wipe these desires clean. Give me my innocence back Make me pure as rain Give me my dignity back Make me pure again Voices Spoiler I hear her voice, I hear her voice Make it stop, Make it stop. I see her stare, I see her stare Make it stop, Make it stop. I saw you watching me today Judging, despising, condemning I saw your brain turning today All those words you were slowly planning. And I know you see how it breaks me apart As I tear at my ears and pray to be deaf Your constant arrows leaft me with no heart I swear this war will end with death. Today I tried to tear my throat out To spare me from your cursed voice. you should know I'd care to rip your heart out If only I could take that choice... So tell me, mother, do you like mind games? I'll take you on in your own field A battle of mind, of hate, and insanity And whoever dies last, will be the winner. I hear your voice, I hear your voice I'll shut you up, I'll shut you up I see you stare, I see you stare I'll **** you up, I'll **** you up. Funny, how a knife should sing I daresay its a beautiful thing To see the bane of my own life ending with the singing of my knife. Words Spoiler What is a word? A wise word, aptly spoken is like a shining angel reaching out A harsh word, cruelly spoken is like a wretched ant, scratching at the mind A bitter word, hatefully spoken, is like a cancer, eating away at the speaker A loving word, tenderly spoken, is like a refreshing waterfall welling up from within A word is a thing, intangible, invisible. It enters our core and it works away. A word is a tool, a powerful one at that, which can sway armies and conquer hearts. A word is a word and should be used with caution for with one misused word a great many undesired things may happen like the shifting of a single piece of snow causing an avalanche. Therefore, let us think, and use words wisely or we may find ourselves caught in our own avalanche and dragging many others into it also. Through the Valley of Death Spoiler Walking down the path of life Thorns, chains and rocks abound An angel stopped me for a while To ask me why I tried "You're a masochistic, insecure, self doubting little man, why carry on this wretched road, why even give a damn?" I looked the angel in the eyes and asked him why he cared "Tell me, friend, why does this bother you? Does it upset you that I walk along like my path is gold and my gate is pearl. Does it confuse you how I still love others even if they have more than me? I may have little to my name I may be a broken wretch of a man But as long as there's a person I can help A stranger I can love, and a journey I can make I'll walk this wretched road of mine If only for their sake" The angel looked at me a while and bowed his head down low his shoulders dropped as he realized, he was not as great as he thought. "I see now how it comes to be that the wretched are often filled with glee They come to learn the truth of life That with love and selflessness, they find their purpose I thank you friend, you have opened my eyes How could I repay you?" I answered this easily, for I had always known and planned for a question such as this I looked at the angel, and softened my voice "walk your path, and look upon others, with gladness, love and compassion instead that in the breaking of your own prideful chains you might break the chains of others." Untitled Spoiler With the simple movement of one grain of sand, a dune can collapse. With the beat of a butterflies wing, with time, a tornado can form. From one pebble, a multitude of waves can sprout forth. In everything we do we have a profound effect on the world around us, whether we notice it or not, and therefore each and everyone of us are important. In doing good things, in succeeding, and in acting with love, we free those around us to do the same, in breaking our own chains, we also break the chains of those around us. If the snow at the top of a mountain is impure, then so is the stream that will run to the sea, therefore we should purify that very snow, before looking to the sea for the problem. After all, in order for evil to succeed all is required is that good men do nothing. But without first looking to ourselves for that which is not good, how can we then see it accurately within others?
boo! its makaze who we dislike in this time period apparently. boo!
Christhor: risk tell wolfie you hate bacon DP I HATE BACON also, sup? havent talked widjoo in a while o-o
He's being very serioucastic.
... No.
you spoil them like you sexually harrass cats c:
You are a princess m'dear
politics: the ultimate theme for a cloud based level for a super mario world hack
*slap* Stop that.
I heard someone was trying to steal my awesomeness. Allow me to assist in intervening.
..Makes sense to me.
o-o I feel old ad I dont even have it
Why is that?
its like final grades.
I am so confused Elton John ish gay so ART THOU CALLING ME ELTON JOHN? IS THIS MESSAGE GOOD OR BAD? WHAT IS THIS I DONT EVEN?
How splendid.
>walk in >see talk about lazy doctors. >leave the thread raging.
"Spikes are bad, they will make you eat soup." -Samuel Tanguay
poor demo ;-; I DEMAND DEMO DANCE. From now on I shall call you sarah.