Pretence is the death of the Truth

Why do we think that we are so wonderful and great and awesome because we have a bigger bank account than everyone else ( Read more... )

What have you done to me?
My heart hangs limply, begging for release...
Your grip has squeezed out the last drop

Then I look down. My hand, my heart, my pain.
All the time it was me,
Forgive me my dear,
I guess I'm not strong enough,
I guess I have no purpose.

Besides you.

I know you think I don't see, or care ( Read more... )

I will remember you for you, Robert Marshall
I will remember that you are the hand of God, but I will remember you for being Robert Marshall

"Moth and fish-eggs in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place..."
-Song of Myself, Walt Whitman

Your Beauty is contageous. It makes me sigh. Everything I hate that you love, is Beautiful through your eyes.

The more I watch, the more it hurts. I see the dullness leaking out. But I see it come in the form of Soma. I see inteligence faling as far as it can go. and then I see the desire rising. Its more addictive than anything else. How many times have you caught yourself? How many people has this monster eaten? How many lives has it taken away? How many ( Read more... )

I wish that I could find myself. I'm so torn. I'm going to fall apart ( Read more... )

Cant you see that I'm doing this for you ( Read more... )

Ok, what the hell is up with new video games? They just don't have as much substance as older games. It doesnt make any sense. Oh wait, yet is does ( Read more... )