Just listen.

To what I have to say because just maybe, it might be important to someone out there.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Ok riddler.

Ok riddler.


I have another riddle,
similiar to the old one.

A lonely girl sits alone in a room.
6 walls, 4 surrounding, 2 above and below.
All is black,
and only a spec of white exists which is,
above her, middle of the ceiling.

SO riddler.
Where is she?

Riddle me this.

Riddle me this.


Your riddles are beyond solving.
I can't decifer if it's a joke or a quiz.

Stop riddling me with your riddles.
Ha.
So riddle me this riddler.

A lonely girl sits alone in a almost white room with 6 walls.
White padding is on 5 of the 6 walls.
So, the 6th wall is all black, and that's the only "color",
She can see when she looks up.

So riddle me this.
What does she see, when she looks up, riddler?

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Psstt.

Psstt.


long live no one.
ass fuck everyone.

"live" your life,
like,
your on steroids
& drugs.

trust me,
it will make it that much better.

because.
NEWS FLASH EVERYONE
LIFE SUCKS!

have a good night.!
.period.

Can you tell me?

Can you tell me?


What am I to do?

With a half torn heart.
An empty soul.
The loneliness, what always gets the best of me.
People with their broken promises,
and,
a decision based on wit not will.

A basic path with a needle.

A basic path with a needle.


Ever here that,
"It's like finding a needle in a haystack."?

Well kids, let me tell you.
It's true.

How about?
"In life you never know what path to go down.
Which one is the right one?".
I'm here to tell you.
There is no "right one,"
and there is no "wrong one,".
They both have their pros and cons.

That needle, and that path.
Reflect a bit of life.
Finding a person,
to give your trust to is outrageously insane.
Finding a man or woman to spend the rest of your life with,
is one of the harder things in life.
Deciphering to stay or leave,
is just... PLAIN AND SIMPLY PUT.
stupid.

For the roads while have bumps,
and the needle still has a point.

Friday, March 23, 2007

A familiar tale.

A familiar tale.


A bit of irony,
The pinch of agony.

The bite of idiocy,
A swallow of lies.

A touch of sorrow,
The face of emptiness.

It reminds me of a story, I’ve lived though before.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Symphony.

Symphony.


Your symphony of harmony,
was almost two much to handle.

We've initiated the beginning of something,
something that can either,

make us,
or break us.