It is late at night on a warm summer eve,
A girl sits in her room not wanting to leave.
She cherishes each moment, each intracate beat,
Of the music playing as she sits in her seat.
The soft music plays inside her head,
All her dreams come back no longer dead.
She closes her eyes and she begins to dance,
Dreaming of that moment of true romance.
She is light on the ground, her feet full of grace,
The moonlight glowing on her proud face.
She continues to dance around and round,
Humming softly to each note that sounds.
But then the music stops and she opens her eyes,
She is not alone, someone is at her side.
It is finally that mome
Stick and stones will break my bones
But names will never hurt me
What a silly saying
Names do hurt
I would know
In my life I've been called everything
Devil and even some names I won't repeat
So even if you try and think of one
I've been called worse
But that still won't stop the pain
All my life I have been treated like a freak
Been riduculed on how I look
But what's to say you don't look funny
Do I call you names?
No.
I have enough respect not to
But that doesn't change the way you may feel
I probably can't change your minds anyway
You are all too caughts with your own lives
To notice that I have been crying
To notice t
There he sat, as usual. Surrounded by his friends, leaning casually against his tan locker door. Oh how I had wished I was leaning next to him. But I knew it would never happen, so I never made the attmept to do anything about it. The first time I saw him, we were in freshman year of high school in Spanish class. At that time, I only knew him by the short little kid who happened to sit near me. Didn't think much of it, until later on. I started to get to know him alittle better and figured out that we had a lot of things in common. Soccer for one. It was fun just talking to him about games we had played the stupid ass refs who never called an
Down the lonely streets of doom,
Lurks a teenage boy in the gloom,
His head is buzzing,his eyes with tears,
His face reflects all forgotten fears.
His mind is racing at the speed of light,
He can not win, not in this fight.
No chance to say final goodbyes,
He only wished he had the wings to fly,
To just watch the people like multi-colored ants,
But he's earthbound, so he can't.
His world is spinning 'round and 'round,
His feels sick to his stomache as he hits the ground,
He can feel hte blood run down his head,
Now he wonders what to do instead.
He moans softly as he can feel the pain,
And as he thinks that it's his fault, that
Sitting in her grandmother's old rocking chair,
Staring out the window, though nobody's there.
She's wiping her eyes on her already drenched sleeve,
Waiting for someone in her head who just won't leave.
She sobs harder as she remembers his face,
She wants to get up, to leave this place.
But as she rocks foreward, her face shadowed in black,
There's someone or something that's holding her back.
She dreams of him night in and night out,
She loved him so much without a doubt.
But he didn't see her, he didn't feel the same,
She thinks there's something wrong with her, she put's herself to blame.
She wanted to be with him more than an
I'm so alone in this dark and cold room,
Rocking back and forth in the gloom.
I can't look out at photos or the computer screen,
Because everything brings back tears of what I have seen.
And yet as the tears run down my face,
I wonder why did god put me in this place.
I'm not perfect and certaintly not pretty,
I'm not that smart or even that witty.
And yet he had picked me over any other girl,
Which at one time made me the happiest in the world.
Then all of a sudden I was alone again with tears in my eyes,
And this time I didn't even have to ask why.
He cheated on me and now he's feeling that very same pain,
Because it's his faul
If you ever thought that being perfect was good you are very, very wrong,
So you better listen up, while I'm singing you this song.
It's about a girl and her parents, who whipped her everyday,
And what they told her when she got home is still the very same.
At school she seemed so perfect and flawless in every way,
But the on inside she was crying from that pains that would always stay.
On the bus she always seemed so happy just to be chatting with her friends,
But even they didn't know what was happening in the end.
And even on her way home she seemed to hold her head up high,
And little did people know she didn't have a reason why.
I knew a friend who threw her life away,
She would hide in the darkness from the day.
She would always write poems about death and suicide,
And for aehile I thought it was normal and never asked why.
But then she came to school, with cuts everywhere,
I tried to question her but all I could do was stare.
She said she had fallen off her bike,
But it looked as though she had fallen off a cliff during a hike.
I took her home and put her to bed,
Telling her tell the truth, not lies instead.
She told me her life was a living hell and there was nothing she could do,
Than cut herself and lie saying it wasn't true.
When she finally fell as
His name is Chaos and he lives to destruct,
When people disobey him he gives the upper cut.
He has no emotions but misery and pain,
His lives life of horror and in complete utter vain.
His name is Chaos and he's undescribable,
He controls gravity and it's undeniable.
He has minions and treats them with hate,
Destruction of the world is our fate.
His name is Chaos and it's his call,
He'll cause you pain then watch you fall.
Chaos's call destroys human life,
The very sound of his voice cuts like a knife.
His name is Chaos and he's a nightmare,
He was put on Earth to cause misery and despair.
Chaos is a man that causes everyone gre
When the world is coming to the end I won't wait,
When it is crumbling into pieces I will not hesitate.
I will write on paper all the things I wish I could do,
All the dreams, hopes and wishes that will never come true.
But to the ends of the earth I will survive,
And forever to the end I will continue to strive.
And to the ends of the earth I will not fall,
I will hold my head up high and say I've seen it all.
And when a book is written about the end of the earth,
I can say I've seen it all, ending at death, starting at birth.
And when people say it just isn't true.
I will show them the letter that I was writing to you.
And in t
If you ever thought that being perfect was good you are very, very wrong,
So you better listen up, while I'm singing you this song.
It's about a girl and her parents, who whipped her everyday,
And what they told her when she got home is still the very same.
At school she seemed so perfect and flawless in every way,
But the on inside she was crying from that pains that would always stay.
On the bus she always seemed so happy just to be chatting with her friends,
But even they didn't know what was happening in the end.
And even on her way home she seemed to hold her head up high,
And little did people know she didn't have a reason why.
I'm so alone in this dark and cold room,
Rocking back and forth in the gloom.
I can't look out at photos or the computer screen,
Because everything brings back tears of what I have seen.
And yet as the tears run down my face,
I wonder why did god put me in this place.
I'm not perfect and certaintly not pretty,
I'm not that smart or even that witty.
And yet he had picked me over any other girl,
Which at one time made me the happiest in the world.
Then all of a sudden I was alone again with tears in my eyes,
And this time I didn't even have to ask why.
He cheated on me and now he's feeling that very same pain,
Because it's his faul
Sitting in her grandmother's old rocking chair,
Staring out the window, though nobody's there.
She's wiping her eyes on her already drenched sleeve,
Waiting for someone in her head who just won't leave.
She sobs harder as she remembers his face,
She wants to get up, to leave this place.
But as she rocks foreward, her face shadowed in black,
There's someone or something that's holding her back.
She dreams of him night in and night out,
She loved him so much without a doubt.
But he didn't see her, he didn't feel the same,
She thinks there's something wrong with her, she put's herself to blame.
She wanted to be with him more than an
Down the lonely streets of doom,
Lurks a teenage boy in the gloom,
His head is buzzing,his eyes with tears,
His face reflects all forgotten fears.
His mind is racing at the speed of light,
He can not win, not in this fight.
No chance to say final goodbyes,
He only wished he had the wings to fly,
To just watch the people like multi-colored ants,
But he's earthbound, so he can't.
His world is spinning 'round and 'round,
His feels sick to his stomache as he hits the ground,
He can feel hte blood run down his head,
Now he wonders what to do instead.
He moans softly as he can feel the pain,
And as he thinks that it's his fault, that
There he sat, as usual. Surrounded by his friends, leaning casually against his tan locker door. Oh how I had wished I was leaning next to him. But I knew it would never happen, so I never made the attmept to do anything about it. The first time I saw him, we were in freshman year of high school in Spanish class. At that time, I only knew him by the short little kid who happened to sit near me. Didn't think much of it, until later on. I started to get to know him alittle better and figured out that we had a lot of things in common. Soccer for one. It was fun just talking to him about games we had played the stupid ass refs who never called an
Stick and stones will break my bones
But names will never hurt me
What a silly saying
Names do hurt
I would know
In my life I've been called everything
Devil and even some names I won't repeat
So even if you try and think of one
I've been called worse
But that still won't stop the pain
All my life I have been treated like a freak
Been riduculed on how I look
But what's to say you don't look funny
Do I call you names?
No.
I have enough respect not to
But that doesn't change the way you may feel
I probably can't change your minds anyway
You are all too caughts with your own lives
To notice that I have been crying
To notice t
It is late at night on a warm summer eve,
A girl sits in her room not wanting to leave.
She cherishes each moment, each intracate beat,
Of the music playing as she sits in her seat.
The soft music plays inside her head,
All her dreams come back no longer dead.
She closes her eyes and she begins to dance,
Dreaming of that moment of true romance.
She is light on the ground, her feet full of grace,
The moonlight glowing on her proud face.
She continues to dance around and round,
Humming softly to each note that sounds.
But then the music stops and she opens her eyes,
She is not alone, someone is at her side.
It is finally that mome
Down the lonely streets of doom,
Lurks a teenage boy in the gloom,
His head is buzzing,his eyes with tears,
His face reflects all forgotten fears.
His mind is racing at the speed of light,
He can not win, not in this fight.
No chance to say final goodbyes,
He only wished he had the wings to fly,
To just watch the people like multi-colored ants,
But he's earthbound, so he can't.
His world is spinning 'round and 'round,
His feels sick to his stomache as he hits the ground,
He can feel hte blood run down his head,
Now he wonders what to do instead.
He moans softly as he can feel the pain,
And as he thinks that it's his fault, that
Current Residence: Normal Favourite genre of music: punk christian, rock, some emo, country,japanese Favourite photographer: uh.... Favourite style of art: Photoshop7 Operating System: WindowsXP MP3 player of choice: IPOD Favourite cartoon character: Joey Wheeler-YuGiOh Personal Quote: "I'm almost perfect...almost.."
Okay, so I am always forgetting to check up on this but now, well it's the first of the year and I feel it is time to update this journal. So I am a second semester freshman now, just got back to school. I turned 19 on December 20th so I officially am one year away from being out of the teen years. Everyone is talking about New Year resolutions for 2009 and although I do not always believe in them, I am going to try and keep a few in my mind. They are for my well-being, and as long as I try I will be satisfied.
I want to work out more, I want to get back in my soccer shape. I loved it. I feel lazy and I hate it. I sleep too much and on faceb
So, well I think I should have updated with AGES ago but well, it can't always be done when I'd like it to be. So here I am. I'm in college now. Whoot! I'm studying to be an interior designer and although I haven't started any main major classes yet, I am still stoked! Homecoming for our college just ended, we lost the football game. Damn. But, alas it can't be helped. Otherwise, college has been treating me quite decently. I am currently involved in Capture the Flag, yes it is a group and a team that plays on a regular basis. It has ridiculous hours from 10-midnight on Monday and Wednesdays but ever since I have been attending, I haven't mis
So, once again I have been lazy. No new real news anyway on my end. So instead I will give you the play by play.
College:I got accepted to college! I am going for Interior and Environmental Design at Illinois State University! Joy! I have been training my butt off for innermural soccer for college, dying no less.
Home:I switched rooms with my sister, how lovely of course. It's not so bad. Smaller but not as much to clean. It's been three days and I can still see the floor. A new record.
Love: Love? Love isn't going my way. I like a guy. Known him for ages. He's not smart enough to figure that out yet. Shame. He's everything I want and yet