There's medication there,
Sitting in your smile.
I'm trying to be fair.
So just hold me for awhile.
The feelings you provoke,
Bring tears to my eyes.
So on those tears I choke,
Until this aching subsides.
But this may never cease,
May never go away.
So in this hidden crease,
I may die today.
So better watch your back.
I am warning you.
I am ready to attack,
And I will see it through.
Until death do us part,
And so then we will see,
Who has the broken heart?
Is it you, or is it me?
She felt the coolness of the metal as she turned the lock on the doorknob. Her heart beat throughout her body, and without realizing it, she held her breath. She knelt down where she had laid the blanket and tried to steady her shaking hands. Feathers of doubt brushed across the back of her mind. The blades on the floor began to shine as the sun appeared over the clouds outside the window. She took the first blade roughly into her hands and bit her lip as the sides slit her fingers. Blood trickled onto the white blanket and quickly spread into a small puddle. She put the mirror to her face with one hand. With the other she carefully slit piec
may you always walk in sunshine
and God's love around you flow,
for the happiness you gave us,
no one will ever know.
it broke our hearts to lose you,
but you did not go alone.
a part of us went with you,
the day God called you home.
a million times we've needed you.
a million times we've cried.
if love could only have saved you,
you never would have died
Bruce's Philosophers Song by WenYorStrange, literature
Literature
Bruce's Philosophers Song
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable,
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy begger
Who could think you under the table,
David Hume could out-consume,
Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say could stick it away,
Half a crate of whiskey everyday.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And René DesCa
She felt the coolness of the metal as she turned the lock on the doorknob. Her heart beat throughout her body, and without realizing it, she held her breath. She knelt down where she had laid the blanket and tried to steady her shaking hands. Feathers of doubt brushed across the back of her mind. The blades on the floor began to shine as the sun appeared over the clouds outside the window. She took the first blade roughly into her hands and bit her lip as the sides slit her fingers. Blood trickled onto the white blanket and quickly spread into a small puddle. She put the mirror to her face with one hand. With the other she carefully slit piec
There's medication there,
Sitting in your smile.
I'm trying to be fair.
So just hold me for awhile.
The feelings you provoke,
Bring tears to my eyes.
So on those tears I choke,
Until this aching subsides.
But this may never cease,
May never go away.
So in this hidden crease,
I may die today.
So better watch your back.
I am warning you.
I am ready to attack,
And I will see it through.
Until death do us part,
And so then we will see,
Who has the broken heart?
Is it you, or is it me?
Current Residence: Edgewater, FL Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock Favourite photographer: My Father Favourite style of art: Fantasy MP3 player of choice: ipod (if only) Favourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny Personal Quote: Faith is the essence of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen.
i need to get my eyes checked.
my contacts are starting to blur on occation...
meh.
new job, new car, new beau...kinda. we'll see.
new love. new life.
new ambition.
:tux:
i do not feel good right now.
don't know why. i felt great about an hour ago.
i just drove here drunk...and i didn't even really think about it at all.
i'm not like depressed. it's just this weird bad feeling.
kinda like that feeling you get when you're alone.
i just need that chemistry again i guess.
at least the fucker gave me hope.
i do know one thing i'll never lose. one thing that always always makes me feel like me again.
knowing there's no one-and never will be anyone-out there like me.
havign a good time does not depend on who you are with and what you atre doing.
it deopends on what you feel and what stsate of mind you are in.
i cannot do minimal.
it's wither one or the other.
i do everything to the max. that is why its so hard.
i am black and white. other people are grey and colored.
i cannot do things in moderation,
i feel hardcore, i live hardcore, i am hardcore.
and i drink hardcore.
damn:eyepopping:
*You have to hug back the person who hugged you
*You can hug as many friends as you like
*You have to hug at least 5 random people
*You can hug as many people as you like