

the act of livingliving lifethe act of living
every day being watched, watched closely in this life there are many things that i would like i would like to be the watcher and hit rewind on this life, and live some things differently. then theres the times i would just like to skip right over and continue in another place. being the watcher, the maker, the creator...must feel good skipping from one life to another, making descions that path out my life. path...the meaning of death..disease...interesting when death comes about, there will be no more no rewind....just another beginning. room for improvement, if i


waking up into realizationWaking up in the hours that may be considered day or night. Slowly walking to the shower to be by yourself with your thoughts. The hot water beating against your cool skin, washing away the night before, awakening you and new thoughts. Washing away the yesterdays and could have beens, becasue there is no room for those words any longer in my vocabulary Feeling the water taping and dancing all over my skin. As if to let me know something, something I dont even know yet. Taking my thoughts of negatively for from here, where only free thoughts, thoughts that are welcomed. As i get out and thewaking up into realization


don't take anything lightlylearning about life sometimes isnt welcomed when needed. i think most can relate.don't take anything lightly


goodbyeThe Earth weeps for me, for I no longer can shed my own tears. Tears that display several emotions, but most famously recognized for sadness and grief. That part of my life is no more, non-existent, extinct. As the last teardrop falls from my face all I can do is remember. The past is gone, the present will be gone soon and the future leaves hope, and disappointment in my mind. The future will soon be here and gone, no tears left for it. To many tears. I cannot let that happen again. Tears are a sign of weakness and that is no longer I. My skin of before is gone, this is ngoodbye
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Invader's blood marches through my veins like giant radioactive rubber pants! The pants command me! Do not ignore my veins!
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I look at the sky where white floats on blue.
I look at the ocean where wave surf on great waters.
I look at where I stand and---
"Am I alone?" The place is empty, no walls, no ceiling and soon my voice is lost, leaving not a reassuring echo.
so..thanks!
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i broke into your house last night
and left a note at your bedside
im far too shy to speak to you at school
you leave me numb and im not sure why
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Macrophoto
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"You left a message on my breath; I'm so alive I'm scared to death...Its nice to be here, Nice to BE" `Shane Nicholson
thanx so much for the visit and the fav
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In hell there's a big hotel
Where the bar just closed
And the windows never open
No phone so you can't call home
And the TV works but the clicker is broken
___Billy Joel, Blonde Over Blue
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