Finally finished some work and have al ittle bit of time for a break. Got a chance to add some pictures (beware, most of them were just rendoms pics that I had on my comp). My plan tonight: get a keg, go to my frinds lake house, be content.
hah.. I've seen a bunch of people post poetry. I haven't written any in a long time, so I'll let you laugh at one of my really old ones. If I could go back and talk to my old self, all I'd have to say is one thing, "cheer the fuck up emo kid and stop writing shitty poetry!"
The Child Inside:
There was a child
In a land far, far away
In a time long, long ago
I was a child
Dreaming of fairies and fairytales
Dreaming, dreaming
In a time when hope still had a meaning
When each awe inspiring day had meaning
In a never-never land of dreams
The American dream that never was
Teachings of a false hope
A false world
A world where dreams are fairytales
And hope cant survive
As I tiptoe from the bricks to concrete
I remember that child
That nave, innocent figure of wonder
And wonder myself what happened
Did she get lost amongst the failed trials and failed friends?
Did she die long ago?
She cant change the past,
But is there any place for her in the future?
She must grow up,
And put her thoughts aside.
Kill herself from the inside out just to live,
And live inside a lie that feels like death.
But shes still there, for now.
HAH,,, what a joke. Oh well, I'll post interesting stuffs later. For now I'm off to take a nap.
*smooches*
hah.. I've seen a bunch of people post poetry. I haven't written any in a long time, so I'll let you laugh at one of my really old ones. If I could go back and talk to my old self, all I'd have to say is one thing, "cheer the fuck up emo kid and stop writing shitty poetry!"
The Child Inside:
There was a child
In a land far, far away
In a time long, long ago
I was a child
Dreaming of fairies and fairytales
Dreaming, dreaming
In a time when hope still had a meaning
When each awe inspiring day had meaning
In a never-never land of dreams
The American dream that never was
Teachings of a false hope
A false world
A world where dreams are fairytales
And hope cant survive
As I tiptoe from the bricks to concrete
I remember that child
That nave, innocent figure of wonder
And wonder myself what happened
Did she get lost amongst the failed trials and failed friends?
Did she die long ago?
She cant change the past,
But is there any place for her in the future?
She must grow up,
And put her thoughts aside.
Kill herself from the inside out just to live,
And live inside a lie that feels like death.
But shes still there, for now.
HAH,,, what a joke. Oh well, I'll post interesting stuffs later. For now I'm off to take a nap.
*smooches*
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anger_frog:
Thanks for the advice for the headaches. It's actually a combination of stress, a muscular dysfunction and a hormone imbalance. Hot showers do the trick sometimes, but I really need find someone to rub my neck again, and maybe work off some stress at the gym (my plans for next week). Nuking a pillowcase full of rice is usually good, but my grain sack is awol at the moment. Thanks again though.
thriftx2horatio:
Not sure if your name is supposed to be at all connected with Christopher Marlowe, but if it is... you might be interested <click>