Saturday, November 18, 2006

The smell of death surrounds you-Lynryd Skynyrd

blah blah blah ok so wanted to stay home last night but wasnt able to had to do something with my youth group but the reason i wanted to say home was because i got hit physically by my depression i started to have pain all over my body and my sis pushed me by taking forever to leave home so i snapped punched my truck twice and my mirror once so know my knucle hurts i think its bruised oh well i feel better though wont be on after 6:30 i'm going to spend time with a friends youth group going to eat, and watch a movie...cant wait! well anyway guess thats it so ttyl Poem of the day Cant put my new one up till i'm alone cuz I hate when my family reads my poetry. Song of the day Gimme Back My Bullets-Lynyrd Skynyrd (yes i am spelling that right if you think i'm not!) Qoute of the day "Dont let theses spiders crawl up beside us they want to bite us inject the virus"-Thousand Foot Krutch

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Friday, November 17, 2006

you've never been to the place where i face my fears-Thousand Foot Krutch

ok doing a little better ttyl Poem of the day had one but dont have time to post it song of the day (again) Move-Thousand Foot Krutch Qoute of the day "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and i will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and lean from me, for i am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."-Matthew 11: 28-30

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Thursday, November 16, 2006

scream or rejoice-Thousand foot Krutch

MOVE WHEN YOU JUST CANT TAKE IT!...yeah new song if you couldnt tell...well nothing much going on....been kinda bored....havent slept well past couple of days....havent eaten well either....in fact i've eaten maybe three meals in the past three days...and i'm not really hungry....getting to a point where i just want to cut myself...but being me i just cant....my parents and sister are starting to tell that i'm getting affected physically by my depression it doesnt bother me....let them see me for a change...oh well guess thats it ttyl.... Poem of the day until the storys over, takening me away, will you notice if i leave?, this chapter will close and the sun fades away. This fiction of a life, A T.V. Drama i cant escape and cant avoid, crashing to the floor, along with whats left of my heart when you finished playing with it like a toy! Song of the day Move-Thousand Foot Krutch Qoute of the day "You can't have this kind of war. There just aren't enough bulldozers to scrape the bodies off the streets."Dwight D. EisenHower....that rings accord with my soul

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

well i tell you my friend one day this world has to end-The Red Jumpsuit apparatus

...blah...still not feeling well....but i might be going insane....or just confused....idk...oh well thats it i guess....yeah i think so... Poem of the day The Raven-Edgar Allen Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating `'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is, and nothing more,' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. `Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'Tis the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, `Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as `Nevermore.' But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only, That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before - On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, `Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, `Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never-nevermore."' But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. `Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore - Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' `Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting - `Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.' And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! Song of the day Hate Me-Blue October Qoute of the day "I was never really insane, except for when my heart was touched!"-Edgar Allen Poe

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

   I would have walked a million miles just to see you look at me and smile!

*sigh*yeah....nothing much....thinking...hate when i think...its bad......so i guess i'm depressed now....oh well....so not much ttyl... Poem of the day none Song of the day You are Loved- Building 429 Qoute of the day "Father Please forgive me for i can not compose the fear that lives within me or the rate at which it grows."-DC Talk

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Monday, November 13, 2006

   I'm not o-fucking-k-MCR

do you have the keys to the hotel? probably not anyway i'm pissed and i get everytime i think about something that happend recently but thats beside the point got final fantasy 12 and it rocks majorly but yeah thats about it so ttyl Poem of the day after all thats said and done, U never did a dam thing for me, No one cared enough for this lost son, I've cried my tears and i can still see, I've come to dispise you, So i'll sing my reprise, and I'll continue to be victimized, Maybe my skies will turn from gray to blue, If not then i'll continue to not smypathize! Song of the day A Boy Brushed Red...Living In Black and White-Underoath *just my fav part* Well look whos dying now Slitwristless sleeping with the girl next door i always knew you where such a fool... Qoute of the day "Would you Kill me in my sleep?"-MCR

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Wednesday, November 8, 2006

   if i come across distance its just because i am!-MercyMe

yo whats up peeps (not sure but apperently in my last post it seemed like stuff was bad it wasnt o.O)well anyway i'm doing good nothing bad so far except i cant find a cd that i need o.o its bad veally veally bad!but anyway got some new songs and one of them i'm like trying to nock out of my head needless to say its not working to darn catchy ahhh oh well ^_^ its a good song wooooooooo well anyway guess thats it so ttyl Poem of the day none to lazy Song of the day To lazy Qoute of the day "hey...your fat"-Me to my dad ^_^ its such great fun!

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Tuesday, November 7, 2006

It aint legend of Zelda its about christ who was a space invader-KJ-52

yo yo yo whaz up!! lol ok me bored lol anyway new theme (Legend Of Zelda if you couldnt tell) anyway not much going on just chillin would have been talking to me gf but noooo freakin art hw, family wanting to eat, and my phone being dead(thats the major one -_- it blew majorly cuz my phone is stupid and wont charge while i have it open anymore o.O) well ttyl i guess homie out! Poem of the day Transformations, a Phenomenon, surgeing throughout the nations, It cant be right but who cares if its wrong!, Children smiling, no ones in pain, Spirits and hearts flying, because we finally cast off our shame!. Song of the day Remeber The O.C. Supertones (no lyrics sry but if you really like to read them look them up!) Qoute of the day "I Look up and see blue skys and a shining sun i'm simply reminded how you love!"-The O.C. Supertones

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Thursday, November 2, 2006

   took cutie for a ride in my death cab-Gym Class Heros

yo nothing much today so far its been good no headache and got info on my art trip to NYC woot! got to listen to music 6th period and leave early from seventh woot! one more day and this week is done woot! today is our varsity football game so no ones home woot! well i guess thats it so ttyl Poem of the day Counterculture, essence of refuse, going against you all, sick of taking all your abuse! Not standing still anymore, I'm getting forward motion, and wont be tossed around like a toy, I wont be stuck in this backword notion! Song of the day Taxi Cab-Gym Class Heros Qoute of the day "Hold Up Wait a Min Put A Little Love in it!"-Family Force Five

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Wednesday, November 1, 2006

   so it seems you've got alot of friends-Eleventyseven

headache tired of ppl's shit...in fact i'm tired of my town someone nuke it plz! anyway not much to say ttyl Poem of the day Knife in hand and a sense of rage, no guilt on my mind but a sense of relieve, pour gas on your lifes story and burn the page, drown in liquid till your heart just ceases! song of the day Myspace-EleventySeven Qoute of the day "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"-my sis to me just a second ago

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