Would anyone like to take thy honour
rarghrargh-brownstar
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of writing a few lines of anger and aggression for moi
on this day of valentines.
Thank ju!
stuff to write about:
people who dont deal with issues
but love creating thier own fantasy world of
sorrow......and having people pity them, but really
they are the biggest controlling jerks, but not
around their supporting "alliance" of worship and and pity.
No comments or questions
thanks!
love u too!
( i love my bf btw its not about him lol)
on this day of valentines.
Thank ju!
stuff to write about:
people who dont deal with issues
but love creating thier own fantasy world of
sorrow......and having people pity them, but really
they are the biggest controlling jerks, but not
around their supporting "alliance" of worship and and pity.
No comments or questions
thanks!love u too!
( i love my bf btw its not about him lol)
Rarghstarfarian.
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what tooq u so long?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~>to somebody elz - hony, i think u pizd some 1 off.
heeheehee!!!
u devil.
arousement
Maybe sometimes a shooting star
And everyone 'oo's and 'ah's.
Because nothing inspires
Like tragedy.
And the stargazers watch
The graceful decent,
The fireball and the trail of sparks
As the star evaporates
Like a ghost.
And the star was only a rock,
And the dust is only rock-dust.
But it commands reverence,
Devotion, attention:
"This is my moment!"
And we pause, and watch
That dying rock die
As it meets the scathing atmosphere
That commands it's fate.
Friction, from air?
What drama caused us all
To watch the night sky
As a little dying rock died,
From something as small as
Friction from air?
And a dying rock doesn't change much
We pause for the sparks, but then:
We move on to things that are beautiful.
Not just pretty, in a dying-rock way.
Oh, look! A star...
beaty iz in the eye of the beholdr/
wnkr.
we'r all starz = non beter than the rezt.
that i know fsure now.
peopl should just laf.
xept the asholz.
Please Understand
That i hate you
Please understand
You are an horrid person
Please understand
I never want to see you again
Please understand
I can't love you anymore.
Good Woman - Cat Power
I want to be a good woman
And I want, for you to be a good man.
This is why I will be leaving
And this is why, I can?t see you no more.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
I don?t want be a bad woman
And I can?t stand to see you be a bad man
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love
This love forever
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can?t see you no more
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don?t love you no more
Cause I want to be a good woman
And I want for to be a good man
let sum 1 elz hav the air
u shold hav bin dead
a long tym ago
ur sick
an pervartd
an a totely uzeles
selfceturd idiat
y fuk w/peoplz hedz lik that?
an uze ther bodyz 2?
u shold die
cuz u nevr lovd n e 1
rigt
it's easy to lie
it's easy to point the finger high
it's easy to write
malice and snigger
I once was a black
now I'm a nigger
I hate those who gather in flocks
throwing stones
Jesus was right
we're all fukkin morons
we're not stars
we're full of hate and ire
we think we're great
and inspire others
to hate
writing verses and peoms
to villify others
I'd rather vacate the planet
than live with such mindless stupidity
booh hoo I don't like your malicious verses....
and I'm not scared to say it......
one hole a dime
one hole a nickel
one hole a quarter
I was born willing to take some men on
those with the needle
those with the thread
those called "surgeon"
Valentines Day is a day of hearts
some eat chocolate
some send cards
Valentines Day is an IV drip
tube in my throat
bars frame my bed so I don't fall off
it's 30 years this day since they stitched me up-
they push for tests to find more wrong,
but there's no need for me to go back
30 years Valentines Day since my last stay in ICU yippee yippee yippee!!!
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
aimed precisely in circular directions by an archer
whose solitary loneliness protests -
scissors would slice nicely,
daggers should splice twice,
long stabs into the metaphorical heart of the detestable soul
who torments another's peace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I'll see if I can come up with something... I'm late if it was meant for Valentine's day though....