Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Suicide or Sacrifice?

Hey thanks for all the comments guys!  I really appreciate it.  Again, sorry I haven't been on much.  Can't help it, I'm broke :]  Don't worry though, I'm going back and commenting to all of you that show me love :)

Here's a short one or two for the moment.

The opposite of Suicide is Sacrifice.
And the Truest Side of sacrifice is Acting Nice.
Living a Happy Life Dedicated to the ones you Love.
Instead of getting Seperated to live a lonely life Above.

The opposite of Sacrifice is Suicide.
And the Fact in Life's that suicide's and Act of Pride.
Thinking that they would Mind that you're Dead and forever Gone.
But the truth, Instead, is they'll cry once, and then Move On.

I'm not suicidal~~~
Love you~ <3<3<3

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Hey sorry I haven't posted anything in a while.  My internet's been hating me.  Here's a story i wrote for you ;)


There once lived a blind princess in a silent castle.  None of the servants were allowed to speak, but they tended to her needs every day.

They dressed her in the finest dresses, shined her crystal slippers and always made sure her crown was straight.

She had everything she could ask for.  The finest toys.  Necklaces made out of huge diamonds.  Exotic songbirds.  She even had a pet Tiger that her father had brought home from India.

Her father was always away on business.  He told her he was working hard to earn a lot of money, so that he could pay a wizard to heal her eyes. 

One day, after a long trip, he spoke to her.

"My little princess.  I finally have enough to buy you sight.  But I have to warn you, it will cost us everything we have.  All of your toys and diamonds and fine dresses will have to be sold.  Even your crown will be sold and we will have to live as peasants.  I want you to think long and hard before you decide."

The little princess didn't need time to decide.

She shouted, "NO!  No Father.  I would never want that.  You can't sell everything.  Please don't, I would rather be blind."

The King was surprised at her pleas.  He told her not to worry and to sleep on her decision.

The next day, he asked the princess if her mind was the same.

"Yes," she said, "my mind will never change."

The king was silent for a moment.  More than anything,he wanted to give his daughter sight, but he also wanted her to be happy.

Finally, he asked her why her mind was so set this way.

"Because I love you, Father!" she cried.

"You work so hard every day for me!  I have everything I could ever ask for because of you.  How can I make you sell all your treasures!  I could never be so selfish.  It's okay if I'm blind, Father.  You're the best dad in the world!"

The King's eyes welled with tears at his daughter's words and he said nothing for the rest of the day

The next morning, he carried his daughter into town and found the wizard.  The wizard put paste over the girl's eyes and told the king to  remove it in an hour.

They thanked him and returned home.

Later that day, the princess opened her eyes and saw the world for the first time.

Her castle was gone, they were in a mud hut.  Her servants had left, only her grandmother was there.  The diamond necklaces had been replaced with rocks and her pet tiger had been replaced with a shaggy dog.

But she could finally see.

Her vision got blurry as tears filled her eyes. 

"I'm sorry Father!" she cried.  "I'm sorry you gave up everything for me."

"No my little princess," he replied.  "This is how it has always been.  But even if I really had a castle, I'd still give it up for you."

Saturday, March 12, 2011

You could never tell her real smiles from the fake ones.  From years of pretending, she had perfected the art.
Some people just wouldn't leave her alone until they saw it.  So she smiled, just to make them go away.  It was all they wanted; validation of their own efforts. they'd move on with their day, not minding if they had really helped or not.

She walked serenely through the world; body buried in eclectic garb.
Like a blind princess in a silent castle, she didn't mind the stares.
Nobody saw the tears that she cried.  Nobody heard her unmuttered words.
It was they who were blind and she who was silent.

The days passed, but the sun never rose.  They didn't mind; all staring at the ground.
Soon even the moon and the stars disappeared, and the girl barely even cared.
She stared at a river that ran into an ocean and wished it would all wash away.

Sometimes in life, nothing ever changes except for the ticks of time.
A constant reminder that she would always be alone.
The pain never ended, the sun never came, those people never saw her, her smile never mattered.
But all day long, they demanded it; validating their own efforts.
They'll move on with their lives.

Thursday, March 10, 2011


He was missing a Piece to my Puzzle,
I told him not to Fuss Though.

He worried so he searched his Mind,
I said he was being too Kind.

The Pieces he finds do not Fit,
The effort is making me Sick.

So He Stops and I am Happy.
The Piece was Confidence, he was lacking.

Time Slows

Time slows because I know you're mine forever, So we'll never grow old, but if we do, let's die together.

A floating feather falls from the pillows of our fight, A busted lip and a broken nose, but I know we'll be alright.

All night I cry in his embrace from things that aren't his fault, He holds me tight and kisses my face til the tears come to a halt.

I say he's safe, and in that case, is where I'll keep my heart, He makes me strong as tie goes on and soon our life will start.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Thanks forr reading everything!

I started a Cover Band, for a Kiss Cover Band, because I thought they sounded Great And,
I wanted to Emulate their Emulation, but it was a Disgrace And,
We ended up sounding to much like the original Kiss.
And I don't know what went Amiss, But it Pretty much Sucked.

I didn't say you can't say it. But you must admit that it is.

If a Wise Man tells you the Correct Path in life...

Would you believe him because he is Wise...

Or because you are just a Fool...?

I taste the Fruit bled from your Tree,
And Die to see Eternity.
Don't Condescend with Simple Thoughts,
The  Tainted Path your Savior Walks,
Guilty Pride soaked with Desire,
Baptize Children in Righteous Fire.
Admire You for what you Could be,
but we shouldn't Dream Too much now, Should we?

I think it's pretentious to call anything pretentious

I wanted to sue the tobacco company for giving me Cancer, so I called up a Lawyer, and He Said to to find a lot of Other cancer patients that aren't Dead, so I Did.
But then he told us we would all have to Quit, and a lot of people Didn't Stay.  Plus I don't even have cancer Anyway, so I'll have to put it on hold for a Bit, Which is fine with Me because I Really didn't Even want to Quit Yet.
Thank you! xoxo,
Your Responses were,
Funny and
Ironic and
Offhandish- If a schizophrenic gets killed off in our reality,  What happens to theirs?
Confusing, but thank you. Pura Vida!!...  whatever that... meanah
Half Full,
It's Cool,
And now I'm thinking too... :)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Ring That More Baby, House Like Another Cash Gone Child

Haha Omg!  Thanks so much for the responses :)  You're all so kind, lol.
So I was reading today out of Stephen Hawking's, The Grand Design, and I'm only on chapter 3 but it started like this:

"A few years ago the city of Monza, Italy, barred pet owners from keeping goldfrish in curved goldfrish bowls.  The measure's sponsor explained the measure in part by saying that it is cruel to keep a frish in a bowl with curved sides because, gazing out, the frish would have a distorted view of reality.  But how do we know we have the true, undistorted picture or reality?  Might not we ourselves also be inside some big goldfrish bowl and have our vision distorted by an enormous lens?  The goldfrish's picture of reality is different from ours, but can we be sure it's less real?"

And it got me thinking... but I want to hear what you think.  Because everybody's views are different, and that's sort of the whole point.  Are we personal realities?  Or are we subject to Objective Reality.  Could they CoExist?  Anywho.  That's what I love about Stephen Hawking, because I open his book and only get one paragraph in :]

So I was thinking about that instead of writing a poem~  But here's one I wrote a long time ago, for my dad <3<3<3

A Ring, a ring, the song that she sings, but the tune turns into demands,
Not That, not that, can't run from the fact, that it's time to become a man.

Some More, some more, it's becoming a chore, and now she wants no protection,
A Baby, a baby, or Lord can you save me?  My choices could use some correction.

A House, a house, for me and my spouse, and also our brand new daughter,
I Like, I like, a family's alright, and I'm making a decent father.

Another, another, she finds a new lover, and leaves me for a prettier man,
My Cash, my cash, judge says she gets half.  Was this all just her master plan?

She's Gone, she's gone, took my ring to the pawn, forget all the times that we had,
My Child, my child, haven't seen in awhile, and she's calling another man dad.


Hey thanks for all the comments guys!  It makes me glad to have written it.  Your responses inspire me to write more :)

Your head hangs low from the choking noose of shame,

You feel smaller in this darkness than a single Candle's flame.

You played your heart out but it was all just a game.

Your soul is smashed, through shattered glass, and only shreds remain.
Go insane.
Lose your pain,
Release your doubts and go without a body, soul, or heart.

Burn through the cold and even though your life is torn apart,

Get smart.

And turn your grief, into art.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Lakes and ditches.
Lakes and ditches.
These are the places that we toss the snitches.

Sunday, March 6, 2011


I started Swallowing Swords for a Living, but it ended up Giving me Stomach Problems because I would swallow them Whole and not pull them Out.
And something About having a bunch of Swords in your Belly turns your guts into Jelly.  So they tried to Sell me on this Operation, but they'll have to be Patient, cuz it costs a lot of Money, so I'll need to Swallow more Swords.

I Cut

I cut off my nose, and gave it to him.  He said it didn't smell right.
I cut out my eyes, and gave them to him.  He said he didn't see the point.
I cut off my ears, and gave them to him.  He said I wasn't listening.
I cut out my tongue, and gave it to him.  He said there's no point in talking.
I cut out my heart, and gave it to him.  He said, "I'd love to stay."
But then he went away.
Just like my face...  Blah.  Lol.


You kill me with the slightest touch,
I know I over think too much,
As we converse 'bout such and such,
Dying for a truth to clutch,
Such banter keeps the tides at bay,
But sunsets always fade to gray,
My begging eyes cry out, "please stay,"
Never will I forget that day.

Bitter Butterfly

The searing resonations, of your thoughtless words,
Condemn the sharpest Nations, to ignorance deferred.
Prefer to heed the calling, of the bitter butterfly,
In my dreams I'm falling, to a vicious lullaby.
Crying scarlet rivers, for all the choking memories,
Our love's become misfigured, from these force-fed pleasantries.
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