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Fri, Jan. 20th, 2006, 04:56 pm
*Missing something vital*
I see you everyday and all I can do is stare. I miss you. But you dont care. seeing you makes my heart do funny things, I cant even begin to explain it. do you miss me? I doubt it!! You dont care. My heart wants to have you. But that spot in your heart, that was supposed to be for me, is black, and dead, but still, I want to be with you. dont hate me. Tue, Oct. 18th, 2005, 03:30 pm
killing this lj....new on is Son_of_Krypton_ Mon, Oct. 3rd, 2005, 05:47 pm
NEW ICON! Mon, Oct. 3rd, 2005, 07:50 am I AM FIRE!!!!
| Your Element is Fire |  Your power color: red
Your energy: hot
Your season: spring
Like a fire, you are full of power and light. A born leader, you easily draw people toward you. You are full of courage and usually up for anything dangerous. You have a huge ego and love to be the center of attention. |
Sat, Sep. 24th, 2005, 03:59 pm
"I don't know that atheists should be considered citizens, nor should they be considered patriots. This is one nation under God."-- George Bush
as much as I hate him he's right. Thu, Sep. 22nd, 2005, 07:48 pm
It's every little kids dream growing up, to go to his/her high school prom/homecoming...at least for me and my friends it was. and now were there, and im not going. seems stupid, huh? i know. I mean... I could go, if i got the job.not nessicarily with a girl, I mean, im a loser, i have loser friends, they dont have g/f and neither do, so they asked if I'd go with them. And there have been a few girls to. I'm a dreamer, and i like to live out my dreams, so....why aren't i going to homecoming on October 8TH 2005...........I don't know!!!!! I'd be nice, a chance to hang with my homies like the old days. something I've been neglecting latly and i feel really bad. I don't know maybe i should just chill at home...or go. I'd be with my friends, ryan, kenyen, JJ, alishia, and tyler, like old times. I miss me some old times....well, most of my old times...I don't know. Whatever. Things to do: 1. JOB!!!!! 2. decide if I'm going. 3. I can count to 3!!! 4. I guess chill out and do whatever I decide.
the first person to reply, was anonomouse, but a challenge is a challenge. their sentence was "screaming in agony"
Screaming in Agony
A pain most unbearable, Unlike anything anyone has ever experienced on earth. Not a mental pain, Despite what experts may say.
The pain of having every demon of Hell tearing at every fiber of your being, Clawing and gnashing at your skin. As you burn alive, In the unbearable place.
Just like every other person around you, You pray for death. You pray to the one true God to deliver you out of this horrible place, But he never knew you.
You hear the screams, The horrible sound piercing screams. All around you, People wanting ever so badly to just die.
Then as you yourself let out a scream, Your eyes open. And you realize were your Sin is taking you, And the only thing you can think of is the millions of people…Screaming in Agony.
-chris-
I want to issue a challenge. I want any one out there to give me one line, and ill write a full poem about it, just something cool id like to try. its open to any one who reads this. just leave the line in my comment, and ill post the poem in my journal. thanks.
Allie's Poem in the creases of time we sit and hold hands watching each other's eyes speak and the world seems to shimmer and shape fade and grow more vivid in one face each sentence is finished by another mouth through silent thoughts it is complete the circle is full our bags unpacked no matter the storms that linger in the horizon of our woes we forget time and space but this moment this precious fragment of truth and the crease keeps us warm and does not fold us in two we breathe and can taste the air with our mind
ripped away oh God, she did it. i don't know how - didn't think it was possible - but she did it again. without the blink of an eye, she ripped out yet another chunk of my battle worn heart, beating and bloody from my chest. that single malicious act - an act destroying perfect innocence - killed that last part of me holding out hope... holding out hope for reconciliation - a future with warmth and understanding flowing down the river styx like the blood trickling from his lip.
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