Thursday, February 05, 2004
Babble... the same day.. just read the fuking shit all ready!!!
jennie??? hehe. go find annonymous and XOXOXOXOXO... cuz I SAID SO YOU LITTLE LOVE SICK KITTEN YOU!!!! NO MORE BEING A BAKKA!!! XOXOXOX .... OR I GIVE HIM THIS EMAIL ADDRESS... AND YOURS.... AND TELL HIM TO LOOK FOR ANNONYMOUS!!! SO GET TO YOU X'ing AND YOUR O'ing. GOT IT!!!????? rwar. he he. you know i love you and that that threat was enterly empty... ^_~
jennie??? hehe. go find annonymous and XOXOXOXOXO... cuz I SAID SO YOU LITTLE LOVE SICK KITTEN YOU!!!! NO MORE BEING A BAKKA!!! XOXOXOX .... OR I GIVE HIM THIS EMAIL ADDRESS... AND YOURS.... AND TELL HIM TO LOOK FOR ANNONYMOUS!!! SO GET TO YOU X'ing AND YOUR O'ing. GOT IT!!!????? rwar. he he. you know i love you and that that threat was enterly empty... ^_~
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
breathtakingly beautiful.
*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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my fucking babble 2/5/04
not happy
soooooo not happy. i'm really not happy. and not in a mad sense. i write a poem
lost alone inside my room
my heart chips away as i cry frozen tears
no one hears me as i lie in silence
as my chest goes numb
the tears can't fall
and if i move this knife will sever my heart
if only i could rip out my heart
as i lie in my room
upon the red stained floor it'd fall
and end my streaming tears
the pain would make emotions numb
and i would lie in silence
upon my mind a wave of silence
but there is screaming in my heart
i'd cause more wounds to make it numb
though blood flows steady in my room
from my eyes these reddened tears
into my hands they fall
if i don't stand i'll surely fall
but this time not in silence
all that'd be left is hate and tears
unhealing wounds upon my heart
kept alone inside a room
sedated to keep numb
the pain at times, it feels numb
but even so, the crystals fall
and shatter on the cold floor of my room
the shards they sit in silence
but no one sees my heart
as it lies scattered in the form of tears
sometimes i watch my tears
as they freeze and splinter numb
and puncture wounds into my heart
through tender flesh as they fall
and they pour on the floor in silence
in the solace of my room
and should forever end inside my room
while my face is still stained red with tears
and washing over me is silence
to finely make the anguish numb
no longer on a cliff, no more chance to fall
as i watch the blood weep from my heart
not happy
soooooo not happy. i'm really not happy. and not in a mad sense. i write a poem
lost alone inside my room
my heart chips away as i cry frozen tears
no one hears me as i lie in silence
as my chest goes numb
the tears can't fall
and if i move this knife will sever my heart
if only i could rip out my heart
as i lie in my room
upon the red stained floor it'd fall
and end my streaming tears
the pain would make emotions numb
and i would lie in silence
upon my mind a wave of silence
but there is screaming in my heart
i'd cause more wounds to make it numb
though blood flows steady in my room
from my eyes these reddened tears
into my hands they fall
if i don't stand i'll surely fall
but this time not in silence
all that'd be left is hate and tears
unhealing wounds upon my heart
kept alone inside a room
sedated to keep numb
the pain at times, it feels numb
but even so, the crystals fall
and shatter on the cold floor of my room
the shards they sit in silence
but no one sees my heart
as it lies scattered in the form of tears
sometimes i watch my tears
as they freeze and splinter numb
and puncture wounds into my heart
through tender flesh as they fall
and they pour on the floor in silence
in the solace of my room
and should forever end inside my room
while my face is still stained red with tears
and washing over me is silence
to finely make the anguish numb
no longer on a cliff, no more chance to fall
as i watch the blood weep from my heart
