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There isn't much to say, really. If you know me, you know me. If you want to know anything, ask. Really, this is just here to take up some space. Make my page look a little more official, ya know? Anyway, yeah. My Skype# is also 'thisworldbeginswithus'. Don't expect for me to ever be on, but feel free to add me anyway! Maybe I'll log back on one of these days. Also, my Kik is 'Thisworldbegins', so hit me up on that too. Don't ask for my Snapchat, though. I hate Snapchat. If you want my Facebook, PM me. I also have a Wattpad that I'm seriously neglecting at the moment. I really should start on that story. Maybe later. If you have an account yourself, I'd love to read your stuff. But don't expect me to get on it ASAP. I'm a procrastinator. Well, I guess that's really all I have to say right here. Well, here's the rest of my wall, in case you were interested. And don't feel obliged to read this paragraph every time you come to my page, either. Feel free to scroll down whenever. Yup. Seriously, nothing else I'm saying is important. Scroll down. If you haven't yet, I'm just going to stop talking. Well, actually, if you're still here, have you checked out any of my blogs? I'd love to get feedback on those. Okay, now I'm done. Also, don't ask about the rainbow color-scheme. I don't know, either.
The musician plays with no emotioncontent with being contentcontent with never hopingbecause hoping leads to dreamingand dreams never come truethe music for not them nor youand so the music playsthe notes play flat and fingers sore the critics scream that they want morethe critics cannot handle morebut the musician plays the strings some morefingers bled and bled some morea story told yet not by lipsbut playing by near broken stringsstrings frayed from isolationstrings thinned from desperationthe critics still hunger for morethey cannot hear the sounds of painthe pain of the musicianso the musician starts to play much louderif the music is louder stillwill they leave the musician aloneto play as a lone musicianon a lonely throneforever content on just being alone?forever?ever?no?
You say that I'm hideous but yet you love my smile,
so I will give you my teeth so that you can stay a while.
Sure, it's a little bloody, but life is full of pain.
I might lose a little, but your heart is what I'll gain.
See, I'll do anything for you, here-- just hand me this knife.
If you don't want my molars, maybe you can take my life.
See... it's not that much, but it's all that I've got.
And I really really like you a lot.
Dragging on and clawing land.
Inch by inch and hand by hand.
Too strong to stop, too weak to stand.
Still grasping hope; thinning strands.
And out of the shadows, a hand on his wrist.
He shuns her off but she persists.
How smooth the touch, a feel too missed.
But still he knows how fate can twist.
The black of life he always known.
Always known as but his own.
Through dried skin and to the bone.
This path he treads, he treads alone.
Once before he let one in.
He knew this be the gravely sin.
But he had loved, his eyes were dimmed,
And truth be devil, pulled by whim.
And touched his lips, and breath be flame;
His chains were wrapped, she knew her game.
But cut him slow, to bleed and to drain;
And to cry and to scream and to give into pain.
Soon she bored, as she got what she sought.
She bore her fangs and sank his throat.
The blade from the back; the one that dug most.
She carved his heart and claimed her host.
Dragging on and clawing land,
Corpse be wrought, but soul be damned
None can break a broken man.
Nobody raises from their grave.
Nobody takes back what been gave.
Nobody to be the vengeful knave.
But this man is Nobody.
It seems. Like we've. Got all. The time.
My hands. In yours. Your eyes. In mine.
And all of our worries.
They all. Just slip. Away.
It seems. Like we've. Been here. Forever.
Celestial beings. Entwined. Together.
And all of our problems.
Treasure this moment. Breathe in and hold it.
Let. The sands. Drain through. Your fingers.
And scatter in our endless.
of long forgotten
repeating in the solace
singing alone in
in the dark
tears are so bitter
are but sweet
Thy passion; thy soul, thy fruit.
We sew into the world.
As the seeds root in the hopelessness.
And strengthen in the tears.
Rise and bloom in the embers.
The embers of scorn.
Those who try to burn you down;
forgive them, that's the only path they know.
Teach the young that dreams exist.
That hate is not the only way.
When they reach the end, so that they too;
can know of wisdom and virtue.
Everything that comes will pas away,
as all things soon shall do.
But you must live on; to light the way.
The burden rests with you.
Garden of Eden.
POEMS BY OTHERS
Pages of the book
Scream at me
Whisper to me
Books are nourishment
And my brain is starving
On the streets of knowledge
Begging for scraps
I close my eyes and ponder
The pages may be finished,
but the story is just beginning.
One sleepless night
Not like many before
I felt betrayed by the moon
As the night passed by
I kept thinking about it.
Until I could not take it
I looked up to the moon
I asked it the question
"Why do you shine a beautiful white
But you give us this cold black?"
"I give you this black
This cold ugly black
So the Sun can carry your dreams
For those who don't believe in this
Their dreams will be shattered
Until they are dust and nothing more"
I stood there in thought
After much thought I just gave up
I went back to sleep
For I knew that my dreams would be safe
From the merciless claws of the cycle of the moon and the sun.
Even the kindest of hearts have a dark side.
They are the most dangerous.
Masked behind an unbreakable smile.
They are manipulators.
And I heard 'em say, nothin' ever promised tomorrow today.
From the Chi, like Tim it's the Hard-a-way,
So this is in the name of love, like Robert says.
Before you ask me to get a job today, can I at least get a raise on a minimum wage?
And I know the government administered AIDS,
So I guess we just pray like the minister say,
Allah o Akbar and throw em some hot cars,
Things we see on the screen are not ours,
But these n*ggas from the hood so these dreams not far,
Where I'm from, the dope boys is the rock stars,
But they can't cop cars without seein' cop cars,
I guess they want us all behind bars.
I know it.
Kanye West - Heard Em Say
So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose
If you're given the choice, then I beg you to choose
To walk away, walk away, don't let her get you.
I can't bear to see the same happen to you.
Mayday Parade - Terrible Things
Now terror begins inside a bloodless vein.
I was just a product of the street youth rage;
Born in this world without a voice or say.
Caught in the spokes with an abandoned brain.
I know you well but this ain't a game.
Blow the smoke in diamond shape.
Dying is a gift so close your eyes and rest in peace.
Pierce the Veil - King For a Day
Told you why I see no need for the sun.
(I've found a reason to say)
A love you light is a love soon gone.
If this is it;
Don't bother cause this love is a lie.
I'm a chemical kid;
You're a mechanical bride.
Pierce the Veil - Chemical Kids And Mechanical Brides
Southern trees bear a strange fruit.
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root.
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze.
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees.
Billy Holiday - Strange Fruit
I still want to be
In this place beside the sea.
Making up new numbers,
And living so merrily.
All of my affections;
I give them all to you.
I'll be here for you always,
And always be for you.
Ashley Eriksson - Island Song
TW's Tips on How To Stop Getting Rejected and Find a Date:
1. Get off your laptop and visit a park or other local hangout spot.
Facebook can wait. Unless it can't. In which case, there are more tips,
so don't worry. 2. Guys, get off the controller. Girls, transform into a controller. 3. Completely change the way you look, dress, talk, think, and breathe. If you still remember your old name, you aren't doing it right. Change harder. 4. Become asexual. You won't have trouble on the dating scene if you aren't on it in the first place.
5. Nudes. Nudes. Nudes. Send nude pics to everyone you know. Males,
females, it doesn't matter. Reactivate your MySpace, find Tom, and send
him some nudes. Nudes. Nudes. And also nudes. 6. Find some
uranium, jump into your Delorian, drive back, and correct that terrible
joke you made about their grandmother passing away. Also, slap yourself
for wasting time travel for that. Where were you when JFK died?!
7. Visit your crush's house and throw pebbles at their window while
their parents call the police for trespassing and vandalism. Pull out
your boombox and get tackled by oncoming officers. Cry as they taze you
repeatedly. 8. Construct a nuke and send it into the
Friendzone. If your plan works, you may have just saved millions from
this horrific fate. Pat yourself on the back and drink some apple juice,
o' great one. 9. Become a vampire. If media has taught us
anything, it is that nothing is sexier than a blood sucking freak of
nature. Also, you get great hair. 10. Repeat number '5'.
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