I plan on adding some new stuff soon. Hopefully its even better than my old stuff. If not I'm sure it's just as good.
So keep watching and keep looking....
and remember that the world belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams!


If I wake before I dieIf I should wake before I die in your arms Let my last breath be warrant of your grace Let me reminisce of all of your charms Let my eyes fall upon your lovely faceIf I wake before I die
We will recall the summers of the old When flowers bloomed and made me dream of you How easily these days our love is sold I thank God I had you to see me through
Though time will take from me what it wills Although death will separate me from you Through time and space I will long for you still Until the day I can say I love you too
Quietly, I love thee from afar, alas My love merel


Fitting in means standing outScreaming silently,Fitting in means standing out
Struggeling,
Fighting, To have my voice heard.
Walking right, Left, Down the middle.
Jump, Dance, Fall, Laugh, No one sees.
Read,
Write, Speak poetically, No one hears.
Think,
Comprehend, Comprehend too much, STOP!
Cut hair, Dye, Wet, Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
Pale foundation, Coal Black eye liner, My mask.
CHew nails, Don't pop knuckles, Don't wear that shirt with those pants.


SilenceHer body stands tense above the tombstone of her father. The houses on the opposite side of the road seem to almost dance with a glee, as though there were life within them, but their exterior is gray and bleakly stained by the pain that seeps from the head stones. Through all the despair, a sense of peace floats over the ground. As the wind is cold, so are the stones of the mausoleums, a standing testimony to an end of life. The brick pathways leading her are almost like roads of life, paved with lessons that have been learned and dreams that will never be fulfilled. Walking along, the wind echoes out like cries from the other realm: screamiSilence


In His NameSorrow. Anger. Misery. Hurt. Pain. Confusion. I’m lost and I don’t know if I will ever find my way out. Its like a dark tunnel that I keep throwing myself into to see if he will try and pull me out. Then when he gives me his hand I take it but then let go. Maybe I want him to become my light in the dark place instead of rescuing me from the dark place? Is that even possible? To live a life of darkness with only one source of light? I guess it is, that’s what I am doing…not very fun though.In His Name
I’m mad a person that I’m not even truly mad at. I don’t know her so then I can’t rightfully be mad at her. I know this, so then is he ri


Why?Why does everything in my life go wrong? Why is every bone in my body numb? Why do I always have to learn the hard way? Why does everyone put me to shame?Why?
Why can't I live with humanity? Why must I dwell in a world of abnormality? Why can't you all be more open-minded? Why won't you stand undivided?
When I have the answers to these questions Then I'll let you know Because the world without these answers Is the one you think you own


myselfTrying to keep my sanity during this catastrophe i wnat to scream i hate to dream bc i awake in a terrible fright i wonder in the depths of the night to finda place somewhere out there a place out there were someone cares a place out there where i can share i want to tell my feelings now for if i dont, i might break down screaming inside wondering wild if your wonderingmyself
im freeing myself of my inner child.
&nb


glimer of hopeDear friend, May I hold you hand? And stand with you as Triton blows his wreathed horn so that you may not be so forlorn And let my love for you adorn Is the world really too much with us Or too much with us who stand alone have hope that together we can see what in nature is our own In that discovery is hopes ture glow Is the world too much with usglimer of hope
Maybe so but together we can changet that
this much I know
by ~yamiza
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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I've Learned You Can't Make Someone Love You...
You Just Have To Stalk Them And Hope That They Give In Eventually.
New account, new start, new everything!!!!!!!
THIS IS WHERE IT'S @!!
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Much love,
Laura
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...angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night...
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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam - I have a catapult. Give me all your money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head
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Sometimes I don't think you exist. Sometimes I don't believe I do. But in the end, we both exist to eachother. What else matters? -- Pixiefish
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