He plays a dangerous game with love,
One believes him, and the other is dumb.
And both give him the benefit, I'm sure,
As long as they believe him and follow his lure.
Feed them a "baby" or possibly "I'm yours",
"Don't worry baby, my words are pure."
Call after call they plead for his cock,
He figures "Why not, I've no reason to stop."
Lies and stories have become their only truths,
He offers them sex, how could they refuse?
Take my advice; soon you will say,
"C'mon baby, stop acting that way,"
They'll see through your lies
And kill the romance passed,
Don't be surprised
When you're told, "Kiss my ass."
Another dream becomes a story,
One with odd things to say,
What would seem to be annoying
Tells me more than yesterday,
Last night I dreamed to discover
The lover I once knew,
It became askew and boring
Once I saw you,
Once I crept away,
It became disarray and confusing
The love I had decayed
The day you chose who you were losing.
So this dream loses it's story
As I decide not to stay,
Instead I chose to be ignoring
What I had learned from yesterday.
Current Residence: USA Favourite genre of music: Rock, classical Favourite photographer: A ton Favourite style of art: A ton Operating System: Windows? MP3 player of choice: A cheap one Shell of choice: I turtle I suppose Wallpaper of choice: Nice solid black Skin of choice: The kind I\'m in? o.O Favourite cartoon character: A ton Personal Quote: Wisdom is the answer to the meaning of life.
Favourite Visual Artist
Me. ^-^
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A ton
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A ton
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Chess
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RPG
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Anything I know how to use well.
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Percussion, writing and poetry, and of course, art.
It seems like we, as humans, will very quickly become attached to something that gives us even a slight hint of satisfaction or joy.
Sometimes, we derive odd thoughts about those things or even convince ourselves into believing weird stories or fantasies rolling around in our minds.
In short, we fall in love too quickly with things or people.
Maybe it's our nature to think that we must have these attachments towards these things or people. Maybe we grow so attached to the raw emotion that occurs with the item, person, or action and completely wrap our lives around it so we can feel gratification all the time.
But, when the happiness does
A gathered mass of intricate vines delicately grasped upward on the wired fence's post. The fence itself enclosed a pen large enough to hold two dogs and a pig with room to spare. Soft lavenders and brushed roses brightened the darkened horizon as Jake, Jennifer, and Roger watched the pen with interest.
Roger, their big-nosed, red headed fifteen year old friend had previously asked them earlier that day if they wanted to watch something cool.
Even though Roger was older, Jake was far bigger than him, but still looked at him as an older brother. Of course, Jake being only eleven and his sister thirteen years old, took his younger sister Jenn
If you think it's real, then it just might be. Believe in it hard enough, you know to yourself it must be, cause you believe in it so much it'd tear apart your feelings just to know you tricked yourself so willingly to something that wasn't true.
Perhaps, by the time someone figures out the things we have thought, why we belong, why we continue to thrive as individuals and find a way to preserve our understanding on this world, it'll be too late.
Some people think that Jesus will be resurected from the all mighty heaven's and bring with him the glory and serenity everyone longs to have, everyone that begs for a lost hope, for a miracle to
hey that blog that is on my myspace, well i have it on da here and its more detailed on my part heh [yea i actually put what i thought >_>] but hey steve let me know everything was fine, just be careful, i guess it will be something later you could look back on and write on, thats what i do *hugs*