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I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my dreams to be horrors. I prefer my friends to be drifters and my lovers to be liars. I prefer to be right about the world being hopeless and my life being a tragedy. This way I don’t have to try to get help or believe in anything. This way I don’t have to try. This way I don’t have to live. I can just be; without guilt. After all, without guilt there is no reason.
It gets easier. I promise.It gets easier. I can promise you that. I can tell you that even while looking at your contorted face that have more tears than clouds have raindrops. I promise things will get better. Somewhere along the road of life your heart will pick up a few tricks from who knows where and breakups and death will hurt less and less.
But some nights are longer than others. And on those nights where all you can see is ?????? and you no matter what logic cards you have, you can beat doubt on those nights. He has lady luck on his side sometimes too. And on those nights where you curl up in a ball and see all your demons laughing and pointing their finger at you, remember, things will get better. Let them have their laugh, in the morning your heart will roar like the lion you are again and tear them to pieces. Just plug in your favorite song and try and think of other things. Things like how beautiful the world is, how many people care to try and make it better. You can think about the bad things too
The Rose Not TakenThe Rose Not Taken
I fear my heart is wilting
I think I soon may quit
These dreams that used to fill my head
Now don’t seem to fit
I can’t believe in love forever
If I can’t even make it stay for a night
I can’t keep pretending
That everything’s going to be alright
If there was a rose bush
In which every other bud had been picked
Could the rose not taken
Not feel tricked
Tricked by the words
That told her that alone she’s complete
And that she’s too beautiful
For any other to compete?
I look at my pillow now
And realize I’m not
And there’s nothing that can help
Until all this life stops.
Reaching EnlightenmentReaching Enlightenment
She likes to play her favorite song so quietly that she has to be conscious of how loud her breaths can be to hear it. She does this because she knows that the loud part is coming up and to turn it down while it’s playing require effort and she likes to float in her serenity cloud to enlightenment while this song plays. It’s like the song is the only road she knows that can take her there. She’s never showed it to anyone else because still in her 21 year old head she believes in the same magic as wishes in this song in that if she tells anyone else the power will be lost. She ignores the fact that the song has over 31 thousand views on youtube. She pretends they’re all from her and the dislikes are from her demons. She smiles seeing the bar like that; the likes outnumber the dislikes by the hundred. Looking at that she imagines that somehow she’ll get out of this world, her world, alive and b
The Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines DayThe Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines Day
Every what down in Whatville liked Valentines Day a lot but the Cat Lady who lived just north of Whatville did not. The reasons were obvious to anyone who lived outside Whatville, the whats were just plain obnoscious about their holiday. They’d buy everyone in town a valentine, the more expensive and the bigger the better. Every year the heart shaped animals in their stores would get bigger and bigger until finally they could only fit one in the window of the store and the whats would have to preorder them to have them shipped to the recipient’s house. The candy of this day would stock their cabinets for months or even until the next Valentines Day. The cards they would give and receive would only have the latest music when they opened and have something fuzzy or cute on the inside. They would be signed with long sentences and large hand-drawn hearts and some kind of swirly signature at the end. As anyone outside of Whatville could see,
CollegeI wish I had come into this world as something other than a human. If I had come into the world as a flower I’d know exactly what I want to be. A flower. No questions asked. But I came into this world as a human. So I have to choose what I want to be. Do I want to be a tree and help shade the world from evil? Or do I want to be a rock and possibly become a building, part of something bigger than myself. Or do I want to be a raindrop? A piece of plastic? And whatever I choose I feel like it has to be forever. A rock does not change into rain. A flower cannot be tree or do what a tree does. I wish I was something other than a human.
Fallen AngelsAre angels still falling?
And if so should that mean something
Who are on the edge?
Could it be that beyond either abyss
Awaits an unsatisfying end
If the angels
Who've seen everything
And know everything about the good side
Then why are they still leaving
Unless there's a reason
But then I think
There are those moments
When you feel only good
Even if for the briefest seconds
And that's how I imagine
That heaven must be like
The angels must just curious
But I know the other side too
So there's no need for humans to be curious
We know hell all too well
Stupid PoemsPoems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Cus if you look into
A good enough poem
For the briefest moment
All of creation
All the answers
You'll understand all of life
But then life will happen again
And you'll forget
And the poem will not
Reveal the answers again
Thus I say
Poems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Because out of life
Is the way you can see the answer
And out of life
is a poem
Sometimes I get madSometimes people saying things out of context even when they have the best intentions can really hurt someone. In my case, almost kill me. There is no verse in the bible that says the lord will not give you more than you can bear. It says "he will not let you be tempted more than you can bear". That is not the same thing. He will not lead you on more than you can handle, like if He knows you can't handle a really hot girl coming on to you or something then He won't let that happen. But that doesn't mean He won't let anything too horrible happen to you.
It doesn't seem like being broken up with is too horrible but mix that with a needy personality and about 100 pounds of messed up adolescent hormones and you've got enough to break down the walls of Jericho. Now I could probably handle it but back then I remember shaking in my class, crying in my seat, and not talking to anyone because I wasn't sure if my boyfriend was going to leave me or not. I told myself he wouldn't and that God woul
Top 20 things Optimus Prime would NEVER say!20.) "This cat is delicious!"
19.) "Do these flames make me look fat?"
18.) "You know you're just stumped from my imminent beauty!"
17.) "I like a cheeseburger, with no onions, no lettuce, and extra pickles. If I don't see any pickles, I will sit on top of this fast food restaurant and everyone in it as well!..............may I have some fries as well?"
16.) "I don't care if I am the designated driver, YOU'RE NOT DRINKING INSIDE ME!"
15.) "There are just some days, you can't get rid of Rodimus."
14.) *sings* "I got the touch! I got the POWEEEEERRRRRR! DUN DUNDUNDUNDUNDUN! YEAH!"
13.) "In all these centuries of fighting, I've come to ask you the one question, I dared not ask Megatron.............................Is that a helmet? Or a bucket on your head? I never could tell?
12.) "We will protect mankind and all of there, waitaminute!..............$4.99 for re
Clumsy UndressingMy body is an earthquake
Whilst in the throes of laughter.
First I begin to smile goofy
Before succumbing to amusement.
My boyfriend fails to see
The funny side of the story;
Last night when stripping his
Zipper couldn't be dragged down.
I couldn't help it, not when
I howled like a crazed hyena
The moment his stunned handsome
Face collided with the floor.
Revisioning DarwinSometimes I'm jealous of pandas
because they are the most retarded animals
that I know of, but still
They take a leak on Darwin
And prove that PR has it's use
in the animal kingdom as well
Maybe they can give a seminar to slugs?
The Death of McGirdleMyrtle McGirdle, was a frightful old bat,
She had hunched up shoulders,
And wore a fur hat,
She always smelled,
Of cigarettes and cheap wines,
Her house was decorated,
With cheetah print and fake vines.
Her voice was coarse, like a sandpaper sheet,
Her hands were cold and gnarled,
and smelled like feet,
She was unpleasantly crass, and prejudice by nature,
Towards young children and teenagers and those nasty tax takers,
(And twenty-plus other things, but we will get to them later.)
But one day, Miss Myrtle, at a quarter to four,
Heard a rather raspy knock on the front of her door,
She grumbled and huffed, for she knew the sound well,
bone knuckles on wood, it was easy to tell.
She shuffled over from her chair, into the halls,
Past all the self-portraits lining the walls,
Her old hands gripped the doorknob to check that it was locked,
as she peeked through the keyhole to see who had knocked.
"Hello again, Rico," she opened the door with an exasperated sigh,
"Hello, McGirdle," he said wit
Positively PuppyMaturely I do say icky--
but for being rather sticky;
I would like--
to be the merrier and
say I'd like that it is dread--
ful to think of its odor---
a pugilist-like motor.
A repulsive, feeble callus
I can't cut off the foot of malice,
I swear I'll grit my teeth
and strangle it 'till it dies.
And many other adj-
ectives to describe---
why I hate you.
It's not that I'm pessimistic,
depressed or criminally a best
At the sight; oh what a sight
Just don’t expect me running
when a messy mishap's coming.
Because there is no point
running when you fate is coming,
since I'll be the one standing overflowing,
with a joy of overcoming the
Absolutely adorable, fluffy--
because I will hold the axe when you die.
Now don't cry your children's eyes out.
There much better pets out there for a child, my love.
The creature, or an octopus, Aristotle's faithful cous-
There is no need to cry--
Oh it only deserved to die---
My Weird Desire...Right by the fire,
I try to seal away my desire...
But late at night,
I try with all my might...
My desire to make...
The Horror of Gimme-er!I’m a Gallumphing Gimme-er
And I’d like a word?
Did you know that what’s yours is mine?
And what’s mine is mine?
More, more, more!
I want what I want
So take it!
Not caring who made it!
What does it matter?
I want, I want, I want!
I’m blind so I can’t see you
And I don’t care to hear you!
A splash of color here, a splash there
So it’s all okay right?
Oh, well it’s mine, mine, and mine!
I can grab and grip
So what I take won’t slip!
It’s not mine you say?
Humph, I don’t care anyway!
Nope, nope, nope!
Can I have this?
Could I use that?
Is it free?
See I sometimes ask!
So please, please, please!
What do you mean ‘no’?
I asked didn’t I?
I like it so I’ll have it!
Gimme, gimme, gimme!
He Remembered the PieWarm air and magic
Melted a moist glass manchild
That devoured my caramel ghost sister
Growling at a sacred fat prisoner crap
As a delicious candy fish kisses a young concrete blue window
And as a haunted dazzle boy said
"She the dark angel father put night salt morning fever poison in a green baby woman"
At a steel broken ice tree home
He remembered the pie.
Don't worry about PlutoThe sun is just a big bully anyway
A bit inconsiderate wet baby
That everyone oh's and ah's at
Because it's the only one
That lights up their sky.
Venus is like the neglected child,
The baby's older sister
But nobody cares about her
She can't be measured by innocence anymore
When compared to her younger sister
Mercury is the bully brother
He pretends not to care
That nobody cares about him
But he does, and it's obvious
Earth is the talented kid
But he has no control over his life
His talents control him
Sometimes he just wants to hide
Mars is the freak of the family
Always being watched
Because nobody trusts
What they don't really know
Jupiter is just the big rich one
He has a scar, sure
But it's a small price to pay
He's really just hot gas
Saturn is only known by connection
The crowd she surrounds herself with
The center of the crowd
But nobody really understands her
Neptune thinks he's all cool
But he's not so much
Nobody really cares about him
But he still tries
Uranus. No words to
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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