#20

Whenever somebody writes a comment on here...if i think it should be...i will put it up as a post and give whoever wrote it the credit they deserve.

You deserve the credit
More than I deserve
it
Myself.

This would be nothing
Without someone to write
Along
Beside me.

#19

How This Sounds:::



a synonym for not caring


...

#18

and for all those that were in the 9/11 crash ... pray

for all those who were touched
pray

we all were

i was.....

even if you weren't alive then, you will be.

and just a moment of silence


........


and on a nicer note...just remember...that not all bad came from the date 9/11

millions of people were born!
(i guess millions.... ^_^)

INCLUDING MY SISSY!!!! (i don't have a biological sissy...nor an adopted sissy)

#17

AND ABOVE ALL....


DO I HAVE TO REALLY KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I WANT???


EVEN IN THE SLIGHTEST BIT???

#16

And you might think to ask...

"Where is your heart now?"

"You said it was gone."

"Where is it now?"

...

I don't know.

I don't know where my heart is.

But even though my heart was gone,

my love was all around...


that picture...in my head...wait...

I said:

my love was all around...

and I was walking down the sidewalk past the trees...past the clocktower...by myself...sun shining...but no one around...towards the central building...and my love was all around.

I think...my heart is not in me.

My love has replaced my heart.

He must have taken my heart.

But it's not his responsibility to put it back...

And it's not like he totally left me...

Who says you need a heart inside you to love?

I know it doesn't make much sense.

And goes against everything...ever said about a heart's love.

But maybe I'm just abnormal.

But maybe I'm just different.

But maybe I'm just myself.

My love has replaced my heart.

And my heart is all around me.

It's outside in the nature-filled air...it's somewhere without icy cold stares.

 It may be in the cold.

I wouldn't know.

But my heart is somewhere out there..

I don't know where it is.

Don't ask me.

Well, you can.

But expect a well-thought-out answer.

A teaser.

A thinker.

Not a slap-happy, quick word.

But something to lay your life on.

I don't know where my heart is ... ... ... But I can always give you my love.

3/19/10

#15

Have you ever...?

Have you not...?

Have you wanted to die...?

Just lay down and rot...?

But not wanting to die...?

Just wanting to freeze...?

Just wanting to not have to be...?

...

I know it's not creative.

I know you might think it's lame.

And my attitude really and truly was.

But I was in a phase...

And I called it:

The Great Depression.

Ha.

Not funny.

Not funny at all.

My world became dark.

My soul's light became small.

My heart had escaped.

And it had torn me in two.

In millions and billions and gazillions of two.

And I said that he had it.

But he just didn't know.

I said that he had it.

And, boy, was I in woe.

My heart belongs to what's-his-face.

I try to begin again and again.

I didn't know what to know.

I turned around and everything was broken piece by piece.

I'm not sure what all it was.

It was my light that had escaped.

My heart was gone.

My life run wrong.

A wave refusing to lap upon the shore.

Sure, I still smiled.

And had great fun.

And some days were better than other ones.

But no one knew,

How I cried when I was alone.

I cried at home.

I cried at school.

I wished someone would see me.

But my aloneness always prevailed.

The wind dried my tears as friends did.

I wanted to run crying to the library one day,

But that surging wind just got in my way.

As I ran so as not to be late to lunch,

God above must've had some sort of hunch.

Because that wind dried my tears in my eyes.

And that wind I did start to despise.

I want you to see me cry.

Because then I will have nothing to hide.

I want to stand behind a glass door.

I want you all to see me there.

I want to see who turns away first.

I want to see who turns away eventually.

I want to see who calls for help,

although no one could help me.

I want to see who tries to break down that great big glass door,

although it could not be broken.

And I want to see who stays forever.

And I want to see who asks if I'm okay,

although I really wasn't, but wouldn't tell you that.

And I want to see how long it would take me to be all alone.

I want to go behind that glass door and close my eyes and open them and see how the numbers have dwindled.

and see how my fire has been kindled.

It wouldn't be.

I want to stand behind that glass door.

And I want you to see me cry.

3/19/10

#14

AND ABOVE ALL I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHAT I WANT ANYMORE!


i just want my brothers...back... :________( ....all my brothers... and i want them to stay... how they were forever...forever... :__________(