that which i must doTHAT WHICH I MUST DO-that which i must do
an end to all; a begining for me.
a last wish. just one kiss.
future thoughts of you. terrifying, and comsuming.
i can't sleep or hardly breath with you on my mind.
tossing and turning, tumbling and falling.
a tornado in my mind, sweeping all away.
the pure agony of it all.
and yet the bliss of such a beautifull image.
a picture in my mind, moving me towards the goal.
the goal i have set against my will.
i will persevere against all odds.
for you. only for you. &nbs
a heaven foundIgnorance is a disease upon the planet.a heaven found
It sucks all life out of the good, and leaves them drained... or dead.
Mindless followers of a hopeless cause,
only following due to a need for an enemy, a purpose.
And they give it to them; the tyrants and the gangs.
The crime bosses.
Those that prey upon the weak.
We must know ourselves;
because if we are so willing to hate how will we ever love?
How will we ever live?
We wont, we will all be slaves to ignorance, to fear, to death.
A world of leache
a questionWhy must the good always be beaten into submission by the damned?a question
Those who soled their souls for a cause worth nothing.
No happiness can come from such a conscious exchange.
There life will always be contorted by their own ambitions.
And so they take those with a will unmoving
And torture them to the brink of insanity.
To the point at which their morals become meaningless
In a torrent of there own uncontrollable thoughts.
This poem is a question,
Not an answer.
Why do their gods desert them? &nb
an antagonist to sanityThese walls close in around me.an antagonist to sanity
An abyss so devoid of life it seems to suck even my thoughts from me.
A creepy anxiety.
The slow;
Yet undeniable,
Cementing of my senses.
And fixation of my mind.
Bent to their will.
A see-saw of torment,
A marry go-round of pain.
Which side to get off at;
The true question?
No.
Such selfish thoughts.
The psychotic seeping through.
An undeniable truth.
Yet, deny it, she does.
A permanent fixati
Subjected lifeCrumpled letters.Subjected life
Words from not to long ago.
All those pictursque moments.
Everything has changed but one factor. Fuck factors. Math makes no sense to me anyhow.
If one plus one equals two, I don't see it.
Everything just equals one. Unlike math,
life cannot be calculated. There are no specific answers.
We cannot go back to check our problems. There's no erasing mistakes.
For life is written in ink.
No amount of white-out, can cover what has been done. Staring blankly at this test,
there is no A. B, C, D.
There are no questi
BUT! there is still hope.
on october 27th from 1-5 there is gonna be face painting, scavenger hunts, pumpkin painting, movies, story hour etc.
and at 2:00 there's a tell-tale heart hunt!
at 3:00 there's a production of Berenice.
and at 4:00 there are ghost stories in the garden.
and also his birthday is january 20th and from 11-5 there is a whole bunch of free stuff and at 4:00 there's cake and it sounds like fun.
let me know if you're interested in any or all of the above.
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No one I think is in my tree
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Holy rising hemlines, Batman!
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fav at your own discretion.
if you've read hamlet, think of it while you read this poem.
it's one of my favs.
ian's deviantart if you didn't have it already.
i didn't get em today. message me the codes, kay?
thanks man.
later.
And now I'm leaving. Tell you what, -I'll- call -you- when I get home and we'll hang out. Okay? Cool.
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Holy rising hemlines, Batman!
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-mo
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