-You cry, I cry, You laugh, I laugh, You fall off a cliff... I laugh even harder...


-Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good.


One wise old man once told me that waters are like tears,
And tears, despite their sadness, are nothing you should fear.

The wise old man said to me, they wash away your pain,
And fears, despite your struggling, are going down the drain.

So you as well stop fighting and hold your head up high,
Cause rain is just like teardrops, falling from the sky.


When there's voices that call in the wind And none can answer but me to them What can I do but take my last breath It is waiting for me - the end - the Death. Your Life Element is Death. Your greatest belief is that life is meaningless. In the end, everyone will die, so what's the point of even living? At times, you feel as though something or someone is whispering your name, but you know what it is. Death is calling. But then sometimes you wonder, how do I know that for sure?



Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.


I was surrounded by people that love me,
Yet I was slowly dying inside,
They were smiling, giggling, and laughing,
Not one of them noticed I cried.

The wounds were vast and gaping,
Pouring tears of blood and pain,
My faith in myself had all but eroded,
Leaving my spirit a dark hardened stain.

I hated them all for not noticing,
They had life where I had none,
I was drowning in livid anger,
So consumed that it almost won.

I was drifting on a sea of blackness,
Looking desperately for a guiding light,
Tossing between life and death,
Holding on with all my might.

And then I reached my limit,
I could find no reason to continue the fight,
As I began to send a plea of forgiveness,
You appeared like a beacon in my sight.

You talked to me as if I mattered,
Almost like you understood,
I devoured your attentions,
And prayed you would find me good.

I hoped you could glimpse the real me,
Not heartless hateful and uncaring,
But the person I really am,
Saucy, witty, sarcastic and daring.

I noticed right away how alike we are,
Alone yet bravely forging on,
In that moment I knew deep in my soul,
That my spirit would die with you gone.

I know in my heart we were fated to meet,
It took me but a second to see,
For on that day fate intervened,
And made you part of me.

Even though with them I am unhappy,
I will never again be truly alone,
For you will always be here inside me,
I have finally found my home.


One wise old man once told me that waters are like tears,
And tears, despite their sadness, are nothing you should fear.

The wise old man said to me, they wash away your pain,
And fears, despite your struggling, are going down the drain.

So you as well stop fighting and hold your head up high,
Cause rain is just like teardrops, falling from the sky.



Needing to be with you
Feeling restless.
Never-ending grief without
being by your side.
Hating you for controlling me
Fighting you with all my might.
Craving your attention
Breaking all my walls
Freeing my soul to be.

Withering glares are all you give
Wanting to be loved.
Dreaming of you, I see
Yearning for love, I wait.
Seeing your walls
Falling at my touch.
Crying tears of love
Rejoicing that you are free.
Loving you is hard enough, but
Getting through is worth it.


Tell all the Truth but tell it slant---
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightening to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind---


Forget me not, forget me never, but if you forget me, forget me forever.