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I am cool, smooth, but not to much else. (except modest)

Wise words: A wound to the heart may never heal, but love covers all adversity.
"A kind hearted woman gains respect,
but ruthless men gain only wealth."
"A kind man benefits himself,
But a cruel man bring trouble on himself."

Love isn't just something that you fall into
It's a deep relationship, forever through and through
But we still don't understand its true meaning
On this false knowledge we are all leaning
Until we experience it, we'll never understand
Yet hollow truths tell us it's always great and grand
So don't mistake genuine love with hormones
We need to search until our heart aches and moans.

NEW POEM: PLEASE COMMENT (I need to know how good it is) =D

I can feel blood flowing out from my crying heart
But can not feel any sort of augmentation
Yet the warmth of blood was felt from the start
Continuing on until His glory's inauguration
Alone in my own box, my inferiority complex
Hoping to one day touch the sky, to be free
Even with these dreams, they've taken my reflex
My beating heart pierced and blood flow like the sea
Until His return I'm trapped in this state of mind
Waiting for Him to free me, leaving the worries behind.

These are some of my favorite songs (I know it's kinda long but please try and read all of the songs, there is only four songs)

Your Friends Are Fake by Showbread (they're all by Showbread)
People are afraid to say what they mean,
or keep on talking if it's not about them
I don't say I hate them before they hate me
I've just shut down cause I know what we're all thinking
we're just going by the numbers,
dragging along were just clinging on to someone,
anyone suck the blood and leave the carcass, now we're full.
lie to not disrupt the balance, it balances

We're all fake

We want to understand the point,
let us drive it through your naive head
murdered by self-righteous,
we've killed humility dead

So is the flesh weak and the spirit willing?
Or is Jesus inside a building?
the rituals, rules and things we make up,
it takes so much to wake us up to trade the funding and turn the cheek,
to exchange the proud in for the meek to say to our reflections
"I deny you"
feel the splintering wood on my back and follow

You love the men who drove nails through your wrists
I know enough to know that love does exist
if you bled for the fakes that are just like me
why do I want to make all the fakes bleed?

Jesus, forgive us...
we know not what we do
Jesus have mercy on us,
I am what I hate, but I want to be just like you

Killing Myself by Showbread
Murder, seizing my arm,
to puppeteer direction to kiss these sweet sinful lips of my demise
I want to drive nails into the hands of my will,
and trade it in for yours

Falling in love with a fantasy
to watch my life slip slowly out of me
to bathe in the crimson that forgives me for being me
Father teach me to care,
guide your hands over these pale stitches in my heart
the evasions of death impaling me like a bleeding lover that is calling after dark

Twisting this dagger of shame further into my chest
these tears turn to scarlet,
I haven't given him my best sobbing over scalpels,
invite this slow blood letting for a way to think of what I've been forgetting,
is goodbye all there ever is to say?

I am tired of picking up the pieces.
and dragging this glass across my throat
will you hold me after I have let you down so much?

They want to peel the spine up from my back
and this is the culture that wants me to forget how to care,
or feel, or bleed, or die
they don't want to believe in love, they're ashamed of the truth
they don't want to believe in hope, they're ashamed of the truth
but I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe
twisting my head around backwards and breaking the vertebrae all apart
I want to take my own life so that you can give yours to me
Father, kill me, rebuild me

I Am A Machine Gun by Showbread
It turns my stomach every night
like scattering bats in disrupted flight
the idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skin
little children lining up and losing all of their time

Losing all their time

I don't have the time for my own lifetime
when you blink my stay here is over
batting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the trouble

And separate from this strangling cable
I have won victory over death
won like an automatic weapon
fingers itching, itching for my trigger

I am a firearm, a machine gun

Walk this tired planet, make sand castles in the tide
I am not my own, so I will not call this place my home
I do not belong to me, and I do not have a care to see
my hands reaching out for wind,
like you're reaching out for wind

Counting the days, counting the scars
counting the miles to get this far
and looking back at nothing, looking back at nothing
and I turn to look up at your flags laughing
thinking of how sad it is to see you capture butterflies in mason jars

I rip my rib cage open and proclaim, I belong to Christ

Mouth Like A Magazine by Showbread
Turning over and interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with the forked tongue-tied

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Now constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal, Your veins are bound in electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
You cough up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop,
As your brain is cauterized

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Within the walls I hear all of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething and unsettled and oh such a letdown,
And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound

Your legacy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

Your eulogy is like poetry, But your mouth is like a magazine

If you have any questions on the meanings of the songs, just ask me and I'll try my best to explain.


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NightsDarkestFall Report | 09/24/2010 7:16 pm
Hey dude whats up? Its a freaking long time!! blaugh blaugh
no username_05 Report | 01/03/2010 1:18 pm
no username_05
your little bubble of the "why is it hard" was very true,did you come up with it yourself?
Edocsil244 Report | 09/23/2009 5:14 pm
do i know you? or did one of my friends just hack into my account?
keysh735 Report | 08/19/2009 5:54 am
hey whats up I haven't talked to you in a while
Aika Kida Report | 07/20/2009 10:03 am
Aika Kida
Hello! Haven't talked to you for a long time! How ya been?
Emo_chick_713 Report | 05/06/2009 3:09 pm
im so glad you have come to Christ! where do u go to church? I go to seventh day adventist in rochester nh!!
Only A Nobody Report | 03/06/2009 12:19 pm
Only A Nobody
I couldn't agree more! Haha, thanks~ Happy Friday to you too!!! ^^ How have you been?
PrickkPuhh Report | 03/05/2009 3:21 pm
Sup dude
Only A Nobody Report | 03/04/2009 6:08 pm
Only A Nobody
Ah, Josia! Heya~ long time no speak! ^^ Thanks a bunch, Happy [belated] Valentine's Day to you too!!!
citrusgirl2010 Report | 02/15/2009 11:50 am
hey can u donate some gold?



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