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(no subject) [Jun. 9th, 2007|03:24 am]
things move at a crawl
while the air smells stale
emotions are less
in a world where pride and ego rules all
in the half world covered by darkness
only the sleepless stir

wandering through void
wondering, asking, searching.

Is anybody out there?
What are you thinking?
Where are you going?

What is it, that you are looking for?

Is anybody out there?







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Life = Frustration

Damned TV cable Box = Rage

Thought of someone taking away the world and all I love,
Genocide.


Sleep
Sleep is good
Sleep brings solace
Hope
of a new day.
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Home [May. 24th, 2007|11:58 pm]
He crawls back
Again and again
back to the home
that rejected him

It didnt want him
It couldnt want him
But he didnt listen
he didnt care
So He kept going back..
and back...

He tried to find a new home
A replacement
somewhere he could be safe
somewhere he could live
somewhere he could love

The search was hard
Rejection was tough

the Fresh homes werent ripe for the picking
To boring
To different
And time grew short

A replacement becomes impossible

So he keeps going back
and going back

the boy is to picky
to stubborn
to jealous

He cant move on


So now he looks through the glass

Doomed to be alone
shaking in the cold
without a home
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(no subject) [May. 13th, 2007|08:22 pm]
*sigh*













.....Bored
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2007|09:32 pm]
"No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these god dam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pheiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between bein a father and a pre-madonna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not"



Fuckin straight....
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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2007|12:31 pm]
Take all of my Hate,
My Love,
My Anger,
And all of My Sorrow






KillSwitch 
Fucking
Engage


threw one hell of a concert.


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(no subject) [Jan. 21st, 2007|06:20 pm]
Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die

Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die

Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die

Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die

Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die
Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die
Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die
Kill.Fuck.Burn.Destroy.Die



KILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIE
KILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIE
KILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIEKILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIE










KILL.FUCK.BURN.DESTROY.DIE








Rage.
Hatred.
Anger.
Red....

IT has consumed me..........................







Its All red........ 

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Endless Waltz [Jan. 10th, 2007|10:35 pm]
[music |laughing in the face of dispair]

Time seems to flow in a circle

History repeats itself..

Again....

And Again.......

And Again...........



Sometimes its elusive... I go on to something knew but in reallity its the same thing.. same bad habbits.... I trade one addictoin for another..... Solving nothing............

Why does this keep reacurring? Why cant YoU leave my brain?





On my last breathe,
The Final dash to the finish line,
With all that I am,

I will end this
I will end YoU
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Time rolls on [Oct. 29th, 2006|11:17 pm]
Yeah
I am the beast that feeds the feast
I am the blood
I am release

Come make me pure
Bleed me a cure
I'm caught, I'm caught, I'm caught under

Caught under wheels' roll
I take that leech, I'm bleeding me
Can't stop to save my soul
I take the leash that's leading me
I'm bleeding me
Oh, I can't take it
I can't take it
I can't take it
O-ooh, oh, the bleeding of me

Oh, come on, bleeding me

Mmmm-yeah
I'm digging my way
I'm digging my way to something
I'm digging my way to something better

I'm pushing to stay
I'm pushing to stay with something
I'm pushing to stay with something better
With something better
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Never Forget
Never Regret




Live.Love.Laugh.








Long Live
The good ole days
Long Live
Everyday
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(no subject) [Sep. 25th, 2006|10:21 pm]
I feel so empty

so uncomplete

I have no motivation..
No enthusasim

just blah

At school today... I was just falling apart on the inside.... I kept starting my sentences backwards and merging my words together..making complete and utter babble de gook.... If someone with a 4.0 like andrew michelle makes a gramatical error like that.. people think nothing of it...... but when I do it Im labeled Retard...........
Im sick of carrying that weight.... knowing that just one mistake will bring me down so far.........


I look around me and see people breezing through life.... breezing through school... Their hardest decision in life is what to whare for school...or who their going to homecoming with.....


Reminds me of my cousins...
everything comes easy to them......
My grandfather say's their lucky... and I was lucky to be born

Ive always been the one who had the bad cards dealt to... ive always been the underdog....
but I dont care.... I dont want luck...
Having to do things the hard way has made me strong
I just wish you could see that


Im really not crazy..
If you stay a little while.. maybe youll see a different side of me
See things through my eyes..
walk a mile in my shoes...
then maybe.. youll know what its like
to have to choose..
to have to lose..
to have to sing the blues.....
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(no subject) [Sep. 4th, 2006|02:08 pm]
In a Past Life...

You Were: An Evil Dancer.

Where You Lived: North Canada.

How You Died: Natural causes.


Your Passion is Brown

You are both a sensitive and sensual lover.
Warm and deep, you are tuned into the needs of your lover.
Verbal foreplay is crucial to you. Words can make or break your mood.
For you, sex is a 24 hour a day thing - you can't separate it from love.


Your Hidden Talent

You have the power to persuade and influence others.
You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.
The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.
Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!


You Are a Chimera

You are very outgoing and well connected to many people.
Incredibly devoted to your family and friends, you find purpose in nurturing others.
You are rarely alone, and you do best in the company of others.
You are incredibly expressive, and people are sometimes overwhelmed by your strong emotions.


yeah I got bored...
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