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To be great is to be misunderstood. - Ralph Waldo Emerson If you die you’re completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I’m not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I’ve got. - Kurt Cobain Written 2 March 2006 And if this ship goes down I’m riding it to the ocean [ READ MORE ]
His eyes rapidly scanned the black and white checkered board behind the safety of the dark colored sun glasses. “Check mate” he said coolly with a faint smirk, “good game.” His opponent looking rather defeated held out his hand in approval of his defeat, quietly rose to his feet and gave pause for only a [ READ MORE ]
thus my life rose and fell before i could even realize what was happening, any greatness ever held by me for even a milisecond has evaporated into nothingness leaving not a single remnant of it ever existing. my mind is decaying and no longer is so maliable, nor capable of the things it once was. [ READ MORE ]
It’s just another ordinary hot July night as just another ordinary twenty something year old young man sits beneath the artificial glow of lights far above him, brooding over the things he’s done and left undone. He sits deeply entranced as one sometimes will when they reach some sort of epiphany or greater level [ READ MORE ]
sound off the sirens, calling all guards an analog compendium of unabridged white noise fade out, fade out – hear the quiet shout dastardly catastrophe bringing down the walls see it crumble, see it crash and look the other way monotone, monotonous, weary winded requiem ignoble recluse’ introspective monologue falling rain – mind numbing pain, quiet demise come smile and turn away, smile [ READ MORE ]
I woke up and was in a bit of a bad mood so I went for I walked, as I walked the mood passed and now I feel wonderful. Today will be a fantastic day. It is everything I could have asked for. It is a beautiful day, I’ve found a [ READ MORE ]
I’ve seen the hatred spawned from lies I’ve seen the evil glowing within their wicked eyes I’ve watched them choose who dies They don’t care as long as someone else buys Tomorrow Will Be Different I’ve seen the evil grins and wicked crooked sneers I’ve witnessed even the best believe what he or she hears For goodness sake, I’ve seen the lies [ READ MORE ]
Here I am suffocating on the ocean floor with no hope anymore. My lungs begin to burn and I feel my stomach churn. The last ray of hope has vanished and I’m stuck here with no rope. The chaotic cluster of continuous looping thoughts, constantly and consistently destroys me in my sleep. Waking without you [ READ MORE ]
It dawned on him just how small he really was as he gazed upwards at the man made marvels glistening in the sky. The darkness could not seem to find its place in the mass of lights and billboards, so it settled just above the bright glow of the skyline. The night air [ READ MORE ]
Marching footsteps approach with great thunder Both sides nervous and beginning to wonder To each side they’re right Fire in their eyes and victory in sight Smoke billows and noise ensues People wonder if this was a wise war to choose A bullet to the heart and life flows out A young boy runs over to shout The man speaks softly and says [ READ MORE ]