Look into those eyes
Look into those lonely eyes
The eyes that have seen
What no words can express
The eyes that are bottomless pits
Filled with fear and horror
But also with strength and courage
Dear Jakob, you wonder why men must suffer
You wonder why it had to be you
Your cry out to Yahweh with tears in those eyes
But you're too beaten to even weep
You lie in the death filled stillness of the night
With the stench of pain looming all around you
And you wonder why men must suffer
When the sun wakes
You must be strong for Chiam
You are all he has left
And he gives you one reason to keep living
You long for the day when you
a thick scarlet flood, pouring from his veins
only his blade tastes the crimson stream
red... such a beautiful color, expressing love, passion, anger, pain, and even death
can there exist a more appropriate color for blood?
how exquisite and graceful when blood dances to the ground
how simple and pure a single drop
how much must be shed before we realize just how precious it really is?
I want...
...to be a legend
...to be a hero
...to be remembered
...to achieve greatness
...to love and be loved
...to give what I can
...to help those who need it
...to gain wisdom
...to be strong for the weak
...to be the eyes for the blind
...to be the voice for the oppressed
...to lift up others
I want to live...
Soft tension, tranquility;
Grace and beauty suspended
They fall and drift withouth care
Unaffected by earthly limitations.
Sailing on the wind, softly, gently,
Movement without effort.
Yearning and longing fill the air
Grace and beauty suspended.
A crimson drop... and the end.
The contemplation of the meaning of existence, the thought of why,
The realization of solitude and aloneness, the understanding of people and their different ways,
The dusty dirt-road, where boys in torn jeans walked with their fishing poles,
The little community of houses on the cul-de-sac, shaped alike and symmetrical,
The crimson lined sky, fading to a silver studded blackness,
The soft, soothing night, cradling all and holding life there in sill, motionless bliss,
The hands of the Master keeping and protecting the earth, sustaining peace and comfort in the child's place in the universe,
These became part of that child who went fort
All the Letters I could write
Would never bring Her back again.
I Loved Her and She left me --
Had She not stolen my Heart,
She would have broken it.
But I've forgotten Her now…
I will not pick up the Shards --
Glue them back together,
And be forced to look at the Broken Places.
I'd rather remember Us as we once were…
When we were Whole.
I now see with New Eyes -- who She was --
She was a Viper, Enchanting and Alluring.
She would draw me in, Her lips dripping with Venom--
Ready to Bite…
She had beauty, like a Solitary Rose
But I forgot Roses have Thorns.
Current Residence: Somewhere in Lansdale, PA Favourite genre of music: Any kind of rock, Emo, Screamo, Jazz, Oldies, any style really, 'cept Country and Techno, sorry! Favourite cartoon character: Stewie and Quagmire
Favourite Visual Artist
God
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
mewithoutYou, FSF, Killers, Jet, Haste The Day, Zao, Ray Charles, As I Lay Dying, and so many more!!
Other Interests
Photography, drawing, music, death, judo, sports in general, and God.
wow... school is raping me... so much freaking work to do... i hate it. i want to freak out, just scream and rave about wildly. this site used to be my home, something i took pleasure in, now, i just don't have time for it. i have a three page paper to write, then an eleven page paper, and i have SAT's to worry about along with the whole college thing. ::sigh::
I know i'm gonna love college when i get there, but i don't want to do all this crap beforehand, i don't want to fill out applications, visit colleges, or write essays. i mean it's my senior year and i want to enjoy it! I thought this was going to be the happiest year of my life, and
Hello everyone!
At the moment, i am in london, i like it here, lots of things to take pictures of, but unfortunately, my mother didn't bring my camera over when she came to join my dad and i. i was unable to bring it over myself (long story), so i asked my mother if she would kindly bring it with her, and of course she didn't...... but it's ok i guess... i've got SOME cool pictures with a throw away camera, but it's not the same... oh well, things happen...
i'll talk to y'all when i get back!! later