MasqueradeMasksAndUnspokenWords
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Do you
believe in God?
Written on the bullet.
Say yes to pull the
trigger.
How many will
die?
I WILL SAY
YES
AND PULL
THE
TRIGGER
You make it so hard on yourself. But there’s nobody else that could ever understand the feelings that you felt. I could hear you think about, all the times I was around. If you could only see me now, I'm right here, looking down. So next time that you feel like crying, next time you don't feel like trying. Just remember I'll be right there, smiling down on you. In the morning you don't feel like rising, next time you feel like compromising. Just remember, I'll be right there, smiling down on you.
I
fear the sauntering sin of slumber ever pulls me closer to
what one might call a field of nightmares. Although, I
personally haven't had a nightmare in quite some time..
Not since the days of my infinite youth, when the care free
summers of the year ever brought me closer to the heavens. I
really must sleep. When I start talking in poetry I know
it's time. Was rather quite nice meeting you, and with
this bit of excellent technology we may remain in touch, and
while it is not physical, it most certainly will do, for
there is only a planet between us. But, for seriously,
goodnight.
*A poem Dave had written for me. ♥
In another world
Somewhere far, far away from
here
where the lions roar with
might
and trees dance with the
zephyrs
with silvers and precious paragons
angels sing and rejoice to
beautiful
trumpets and holy
horns
Had I consigned you to
oblivion
Here I stand, empty hands.
RED SAM - FLYLEAF♥
I
want to find that book,
dust it of, and read it again.
There was hope in the end.
Have We Lost -
Flyleaf
You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist.
- Indira Gandhi
Lies, lies, lies.
She carves on her wrists, what she calls art.
With her intricate designs and careful lines,
the pain is of no matter to her, nor the
waste of red. She does it every night,
feeling 'proud' of herself. Her masterpiece
is still incomplete and never to be.
For now she's gone.
And won't have another chance again.
You can't end anything this way.
There is a way. There always is.
We're all just taking a so called
"short cut" that leads us all astray.
And being human, we're all just
too stubborn to admit these facts.
Just hold on, think for a moment.
Think about where we're headed.
Is the rightway? Are we going in
the right directions? Are we
making the right decisions? Is this
what we really want? Even if its
hard, its all worthwhile in the end.
Sounds cliché right? But you can't
deny the truth it speaks. Like that
quote we all know,
"When there's a will,
there is a way."
Have that little faith in yourself,
take risks, but be careful. Don't
let anyone stop you from finding
yourself and what you believe.