Heres yet another forlorn piece of verse for the ones with a broken or breaking heart. Read it and weep you poor poor souls. Love is not peace but an endless war, One must fall while the other shall endure. The say love heals, all pains can it vanquish, But loving you is no joy, just infinite anguish. Tis your face that I seek when morn bids me awake, your mischevious smile, your head's tiny shake. As you glance up at me, the moments ever so rare, But precious no doubt, for they make my breast flare. Soon enough though,you'l make my heart shudder, when I see so blissfull with some nameless other. As unworthy as me, yet somehow in your favor, Silently, I walk on, tis true loves labour. To watch but not have, To give but not get. To hurt and not show it, But one thing you forget. My love I am mortal,a man made of flesh, Desire has its limits, tis not an infinite plesh. Thy actions do cut me, if these games you must play, I'll up with another and be off on my way !!!
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Too Lazy to care
As a perfunctory symbol of my gratitude to anyone who bothers to read this blog, I salute you for beijng able to willingly digest the absolute drivel I hurl at you endlessly. Furthermore, let it be known that at some point during your sentence in hell, you will be lavished with whipped cream and dollops of strawberry ice cream for not going criminally insane while doing so. It has come to my attention, that off late I have had neither the time nor patience to do anything other than lie on my bed al day either playijng a terribly addictive game on a terribly addictive social networking site. I do however still manage to weasel out a minute or two to get some food. So my resolution for the week ? Don't have one.Im going home so yippie ka yay m****f***er. Toodles. and dont fall down on your way out...
Laugh it Off and Keep Walking..the story of my (XD)
Its strange how I have to deal with labels like "emo" or "dark". Its really amusing to see people in their happy bubbles and padded lives not having to go through the realities of what life truely is at its very core. Life IS a beautiful thing no question, but sometimes the ugliness that marrs its beauty can be so infuriating it leaves one hollow and quite disillusioned with the whole thing altogether. Thats not to say I despise my life. Far from it. Its just that I dont understand why some people fail to see that living in the pain of loss is my way. Why do you grimace ? Wherefore do you wretch at my agony, when all that aches is my being, my soul. It is my pain and I wish not to share. Why then must you take from me, the one thing I still hold dear. The signs are as clear as day, if you would but clear your eyes. So blurry from the waking sleep you have enforced, upon yourself. These balms you lay upon my wounds, are worthless as your words. Which you hurl at me,