Sunday, August 22, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
GREAT rant to a stranger.
jealousy is a crime.
so is doing this > xD <
its not funny.
and tbh, if you pull a face like that, you should have been eaten at birth, probably with a small blunt spoon.
and having a name that sounds like a guys.
thats just unfortunate.
im no expert at foreign languages.
but seriously.
seriously.
do you have like, a beard?
or just a goatee?
and commenting on someone you dont even knows wall post
you clearly need to get laid
or be shot.
there was a reason behind this post but you clearly dont know that because youre below average brain function means you couldnt click 'see wall-to-wall'
And just stop pedostalking people on facebook
OR just try, TRY to be half as cool as me, and im half as cool as everyone else
so youre fucked.
and for your own personal gain, i suggest you never comment on anything i do ever again, or i will verbally rape you so bad you will be holding your butt for a month.
Me 1 - 0 You
now get back in the kitchen and make me some dinner.
bitch.
so is doing this > xD <
its not funny.
and tbh, if you pull a face like that, you should have been eaten at birth, probably with a small blunt spoon.
and having a name that sounds like a guys.
thats just unfortunate.
im no expert at foreign languages.
but seriously.
seriously.
do you have like, a beard?
or just a goatee?
and commenting on someone you dont even knows wall post
you clearly need to get laid
or be shot.
there was a reason behind this post but you clearly dont know that because youre below average brain function means you couldnt click 'see wall-to-wall'
And just stop pedostalking people on facebook
OR just try, TRY to be half as cool as me, and im half as cool as everyone else
so youre fucked.
and for your own personal gain, i suggest you never comment on anything i do ever again, or i will verbally rape you so bad you will be holding your butt for a month.
Me 1 - 0 You
now get back in the kitchen and make me some dinner.
bitch.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
No Man's Land
when people are disgusted they cant help but read, watch, or listen to more.
its what being humans all about.
warfare is the internal combustion of nations and people to achieve victory by murder
sending wave after wave of men and women, trained to kill.
survival is a natural instinct.
procreation, the mother of all instincts.
no religion teaches to mistrust and murder ones own
each life lost to war should be mourned as if he were your very own brother.
we shall one day receive the peace that so few desire
and the peace shall last for moments until fear contains us again
betray our own brothers, vilify our fathers and murder our own sons
for what is war if nothing but a distant struggle between a few irate aliens
who really knows what happens in a war?
nothing more than cheap talk, cheap lives, caustic weapons and worthless victory.
a man weeping for lost land preys for his lifelong wealth
a man weeping for lost sons prays for his lifelong wealth
the measurement of victory never accounts for those who have seen the end of war, giving the ultimate sacrifice for the victory of the pocket.
the wealth of relations shall not triumph over the pocket whilst we watch with apathy the slaughter of our own kin.
When will the realisation occur that victory in war is impossible.
War is Defeat.
Surrender.
Submission is Unacceptable.
Failure.
The only game you can win without competing is war.
its what being humans all about.
warfare is the internal combustion of nations and people to achieve victory by murder
sending wave after wave of men and women, trained to kill.
survival is a natural instinct.
procreation, the mother of all instincts.
no religion teaches to mistrust and murder ones own
each life lost to war should be mourned as if he were your very own brother.
we shall one day receive the peace that so few desire
and the peace shall last for moments until fear contains us again
betray our own brothers, vilify our fathers and murder our own sons
for what is war if nothing but a distant struggle between a few irate aliens
who really knows what happens in a war?
nothing more than cheap talk, cheap lives, caustic weapons and worthless victory.
a man weeping for lost land preys for his lifelong wealth
a man weeping for lost sons prays for his lifelong wealth
the measurement of victory never accounts for those who have seen the end of war, giving the ultimate sacrifice for the victory of the pocket.
the wealth of relations shall not triumph over the pocket whilst we watch with apathy the slaughter of our own kin.
When will the realisation occur that victory in war is impossible.
War is Defeat.
Surrender.
Submission is Unacceptable.
Failure.
The only game you can win without competing is war.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Epitome of our Society
Someone who peroxides their hair
Brown roots still shine through
Like the lies they try to hide from the world
The friendships they create
Part-time best friend
A full time disappointment
Changing the way they speak
Mimic the stars which they idolise
Stars which willingly promote needless expense
Hopeless destruction of society's virtue.
Belief in that they are always right
Yet spreading their own deceit
Living a lie
Make believe friends and half hearted gestures
No time to sympathise
Time spent putting up their display
Trying to appear glossy
Striving for concocted perfection and casting out nature
Beauty is not inside
Dyed hair, push up bras, plastic personalities, unidentifiable faces
These Goddesses of society
Teaching that acceptance is only achievable by fabrication, fashion and shameless deception.
Brown roots still shine through
Like the lies they try to hide from the world
The friendships they create
Part-time best friend
A full time disappointment
Changing the way they speak
Mimic the stars which they idolise
Stars which willingly promote needless expense
Hopeless destruction of society's virtue.
Belief in that they are always right
Yet spreading their own deceit
Living a lie
Make believe friends and half hearted gestures
No time to sympathise
Time spent putting up their display
Trying to appear glossy
Striving for concocted perfection and casting out nature
Beauty is not inside
Dyed hair, push up bras, plastic personalities, unidentifiable faces
These Goddesses of society
Teaching that acceptance is only achievable by fabrication, fashion and shameless deception.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Just a Thought
Perhaps the greatest opportunity in life is to make our own decisions and make our own mistakes. Freedom to think. Because we are remembered not by our words, but by our actions, our flaws, our victories, our finest hours, and our darkest, and when it comes to the moment of judgement, if it comes at all, is it not better to have done what you truely believe to be right rather than what was right for them? For the people who tell you what is right? Fight for what you believe in, even if it turns out to be wrong. All we can do is fight, fight life, fight back, but dont for one second believe that you can beat life, because it will knock you down to your knees and make you stay there, crawling back to where you came from with your tail between your legs and tears in your eyes. Fight to survive, not to win, not for gain. But Fight for Pride, Love, and fight for your Freedom. Because that's all you will ever need.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
a thousand hearts beating at once
when i saw you
it was not
as if we were going to run away together
and live in
happiness
for time nobody has understood
my pain
anguish
there is somethings unspeakable
yet spoken
you try to keep me locked away
hidden from the world
secluded
preference for you or for me?
my safety is it
important for you?
have you ever
did you really ever
care
need me?
i know i could be a little
rude sometimes
harsh
i cannot stand a thousand hours
or years
life
without knowing if it was ever true
the emotions
agony
and you keep me locked away
in your pocket
despair
and now i know
i understand
reborn
i cannot be happy
when i know your name
why?
without you my life
would be empty
i would be alone
left to defend
for myself
not fend
emotions can be scars
never taken
you cannot destroy my feeling
steal my desire
lust
it is has been will be you
forever and a day
love.
desire is just passion, passion is just lust, lust is relentless, so what about trust?
when i saw you
it was not
as if we were going to run away together
and live in
happiness
for time nobody has understood
my pain
anguish
there is somethings unspeakable
yet spoken
you try to keep me locked away
hidden from the world
secluded
preference for you or for me?
my safety is it
important for you?
have you ever
did you really ever
care
need me?
i know i could be a little
rude sometimes
harsh
i cannot stand a thousand hours
or years
life
without knowing if it was ever true
the emotions
agony
and you keep me locked away
in your pocket
despair
and now i know
i understand
reborn
i cannot be happy
when i know your name
why?
without you my life
would be empty
i would be alone
left to defend
for myself
not fend
emotions can be scars
never taken
you cannot destroy my feeling
steal my desire
lust
it is has been will be you
forever and a day
love.
desire is just passion, passion is just lust, lust is relentless, so what about trust?
Epigraph
I miss you...so much....
come back. stop this pain. i cant do this without you anymore. i need you. please... i look into your eyes everyday, i see the past and it breaks me inside. it cant go on like this. no more. something has to break. im breaking. we're broken.
i thought you would never look at me this way.
and now.
nothing.
17 and i feel like life is over. its not you. this seems unfair. its everything. worried now? the few that care, care for themselves. people only care if you dont. i dont care about life. hugs. i dont care about you. tears. i cant go on. kisses. 16 was happiness. 17 and im empty. this is attention seeking. this is me. and how i live.
i hope it kills you inside.
this is not a death note. but sometimes i wonder why. why not. you care now. but what about then. when i swallowed those 30 pills.
dizzy.
not long now. shadow is inside me already. im not going numb. i was numb when you left me. i died when you all forgot. theres no spirit left. no cares or fears. now you care?
the worst part is that you wouldnt care otherwise. you say no.
you say you cant.
why is it that you only care when you think it is you that it will hurt?
you hurt me.
every single day.
and i cant take it.
and i hope it kills you inside.
i hoped it would matter.
it never did.
i never did.
like a flower on a breeze. i floated. you were the wind in my sail. my light to make me grow. you made me soar.
you made me fall.
the fear that consumed me.
does it worry you?
are you afraid for me? are you thinking that it will hurt you?
or me?
when you look back on your life, you want to see happiness.
you broke my happiness.
you destroyed me. you made me hate.
you killed me.
i hope it kills you
come back. stop this pain. i cant do this without you anymore. i need you. please... i look into your eyes everyday, i see the past and it breaks me inside. it cant go on like this. no more. something has to break. im breaking. we're broken.
i thought you would never look at me this way.
and now.
nothing.
17 and i feel like life is over. its not you. this seems unfair. its everything. worried now? the few that care, care for themselves. people only care if you dont. i dont care about life. hugs. i dont care about you. tears. i cant go on. kisses. 16 was happiness. 17 and im empty. this is attention seeking. this is me. and how i live.
i hope it kills you inside.
this is not a death note. but sometimes i wonder why. why not. you care now. but what about then. when i swallowed those 30 pills.
dizzy.
not long now. shadow is inside me already. im not going numb. i was numb when you left me. i died when you all forgot. theres no spirit left. no cares or fears. now you care?
the worst part is that you wouldnt care otherwise. you say no.
you say you cant.
why is it that you only care when you think it is you that it will hurt?
you hurt me.
every single day.
and i cant take it.
and i hope it kills you inside.
i hoped it would matter.
it never did.
i never did.
like a flower on a breeze. i floated. you were the wind in my sail. my light to make me grow. you made me soar.
you made me fall.
the fear that consumed me.
does it worry you?
are you afraid for me? are you thinking that it will hurt you?
or me?
when you look back on your life, you want to see happiness.
you broke my happiness.
you destroyed me. you made me hate.
you killed me.
i hope it kills you
Shadows and Twilight
sat in the corner
alone.
nothing makes me depressed but i simply sit there to make time pass more quickly
have you ever found that?
when you watch time pass in front of your there is some sort of sweet serenity
for the shortest moments you and your memories are timeless, ageless.
the sky has that feeling for me, also
the deep blues and reds bring out the best in most people, the twilight soothes the soul.
in the darkest of day and the earliest of night
where shadow and light dance together in fantastic arrays of green and blue in the north.
it is here where i feel most comfortable.
now the darkness is upon me
it is upon us all.
in times of great treachory and malice
when the lines on the compass of good and evil are redrawn once again.
who is to say that the darkness is better than the light?
i sit in my twilight corner watching the world tear itself apart in its hour of destruction
and i think to myself 'When will i rise again from this shallow grave i have put myself?'
we are all troubled with greed and tyranny and belief,
but to combat the darkness and light, to remove right or wrong, what is there?
there is always two sides to every story
or is there?
is it possible that something can be pure evil?
our beliefs tell us what is right and wrong.
but what is belief if not what we are told
we do not have our own ideas, merely ideas which have been thrust upon us like some almighty light.
the light which was thrust upon me i shelter from
the darkness which engulfs me, i stray from.
do not believe that you are right, that they are wrong,
try to believe that you are always wrong, then maybe, if you believe so, you can be right.
and in this time then only can you also sit in the corner, in the twilight
and truely appreciate your own insignificance.
alone.
nothing makes me depressed but i simply sit there to make time pass more quickly
have you ever found that?
when you watch time pass in front of your there is some sort of sweet serenity
for the shortest moments you and your memories are timeless, ageless.
the sky has that feeling for me, also
the deep blues and reds bring out the best in most people, the twilight soothes the soul.
in the darkest of day and the earliest of night
where shadow and light dance together in fantastic arrays of green and blue in the north.
it is here where i feel most comfortable.
now the darkness is upon me
it is upon us all.
in times of great treachory and malice
when the lines on the compass of good and evil are redrawn once again.
who is to say that the darkness is better than the light?
i sit in my twilight corner watching the world tear itself apart in its hour of destruction
and i think to myself 'When will i rise again from this shallow grave i have put myself?'
we are all troubled with greed and tyranny and belief,
but to combat the darkness and light, to remove right or wrong, what is there?
there is always two sides to every story
or is there?
is it possible that something can be pure evil?
our beliefs tell us what is right and wrong.
but what is belief if not what we are told
we do not have our own ideas, merely ideas which have been thrust upon us like some almighty light.
the light which was thrust upon me i shelter from
the darkness which engulfs me, i stray from.
do not believe that you are right, that they are wrong,
try to believe that you are always wrong, then maybe, if you believe so, you can be right.
and in this time then only can you also sit in the corner, in the twilight
and truely appreciate your own insignificance.
Memoirs
The enmity which we possess chokes the mind,
My mind, slowly suffocating, holding my breath,
Trying to shy away from the agony,
This façade of ignorance is the foundation to a sweet senselessness,
Flying like another plastic bag in the endless metropolis,
Crashing into a torrent of repressed sentiments and futile fears,
The society we live in is cursed by tyranny and anonymous evils,
Our habitat cursed by our selfishness and by our fixation to diminish all other life,
We slowly begin to breathe again,
The lowly high, the buzz, gone until the next pain induced injection,
Morphine, the propaganda to the soul and the mind,
We no longer believe what we feel, but what we see,
If our mind believes what the eyes portray are we not all sightless?
My mind, slowly suffocating, holding my breath,
Trying to shy away from the agony,
This façade of ignorance is the foundation to a sweet senselessness,
Flying like another plastic bag in the endless metropolis,
Crashing into a torrent of repressed sentiments and futile fears,
The society we live in is cursed by tyranny and anonymous evils,
Our habitat cursed by our selfishness and by our fixation to diminish all other life,
We slowly begin to breathe again,
The lowly high, the buzz, gone until the next pain induced injection,
Morphine, the propaganda to the soul and the mind,
We no longer believe what we feel, but what we see,
If our mind believes what the eyes portray are we not all sightless?
Nightmare
when darkness falls and thieves plunder
the fence is raised and all slip under
the nightmares i banished once more return
the family i loved once more shall burn
so when i land in this world once more
i fear my life i fear the poor
afraid of anything that can hurt me
afraid of what i cannot see
i run once more but cannot move
i cannot see what i am to prove
no one is here no one can see me
yet i am scared that all shall feast me
and alas they appear a thousand tortured faces
all like me with different places
they try to scream but cannot breathe
i close my eyes but i cannot leave
and when i lose my mind once more
i travel back to the land i saw
the world where i once believed
that any man was free to leave
but death is not so easily fooled
he travels the streets i hear his call
all which can see cannot utter
all which breath do nout but stutter
i run once more but i cannot hide
for all the love i feel inside
is swallowed up by a fearful sound
a sudden beat and i hit the ground
we all are dying now
the fence is raised and all slip under
the nightmares i banished once more return
the family i loved once more shall burn
so when i land in this world once more
i fear my life i fear the poor
afraid of anything that can hurt me
afraid of what i cannot see
i run once more but cannot move
i cannot see what i am to prove
no one is here no one can see me
yet i am scared that all shall feast me
and alas they appear a thousand tortured faces
all like me with different places
they try to scream but cannot breathe
i close my eyes but i cannot leave
and when i lose my mind once more
i travel back to the land i saw
the world where i once believed
that any man was free to leave
but death is not so easily fooled
he travels the streets i hear his call
all which can see cannot utter
all which breath do nout but stutter
i run once more but i cannot hide
for all the love i feel inside
is swallowed up by a fearful sound
a sudden beat and i hit the ground
we all are dying now
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