| Forget Me Not |
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| 04:09pm 06/04/2003 |
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Forget Me Not
Forget Me Not Baby Baby As I Rock You Gently Right Here In My Arms I Promise To Always Be Here For You Keep You Safe And Warm
Sometimes In The Middle Of The Night I Wake Up Cryin' When I Think Of How Long It Took To Find You And Now That I Have I Know Where You Belong
All I'm Asking You All I'm Asking Before This Moment Is Gone
Forget Me Not Don't Forget What We Got Everyday Is Surely But A Dream I Found The Sweetest Of All Things For All My Life You'll Be My Light With Every Beat That's In Your Heart Oh Baby Please Remember To Forget Me Not
Time Is Funny Time Can Fly That's One Thing For Sure I'll Wake Tomorrow Blink My Eyes See You Standin' At My Door
And I'll Be Lookin' At You See he Wonder Of What Love Can Be Someday I Might Have To Let You Go And That's Just So Hard To Believe And If I Do You'll Know Just How Much You Mean To Me And All I'll ASk Of You All I'll Ask You Before I Set You Free
Forget Me Not Don't Forget What We Got Everyday Is Surely But A Dream I Found The Sweetest Of All Things For All My Life You'll Be My Light With Every Beat That's In Your Heart Oh Baby Please Remember To Forget Me Not
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) Forget Me Not (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) Forget Me (Forget Me Not For Get Me)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) Don't Forget Me Baby (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Forget Me Not For Get Me)
Before I Set You Free
Forget Me Not (Oh Baby Don't You Dare Forget Me) Don't Forget What We Got (Don't Forget What We Got) Everyday Is Surely But A Dream I Found The Sweetest Of All Things Forever More (Remember Me As A Soul Connection) I'll Thee Adore (Somebody Who Lit Up The Day) With Every Beat That's In Your Heart (Every Beat That's In My Heart) Oh Baby Please Remember To (Baby Please Forget Me Not) Forget Me Not
Don't Forget What We Got With Every Beat That's In Your Heart Oh Baby Please Remember To Forget Me Not
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me Not)
(Just Remem-Remember To Forget Me) (Just Remem-Remember) Forget Me Not...
"For Eric And Brian.... Forget Me Not...." |
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| Between Angels And Innocence |
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| 05:48pm 10/03/2003 |
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What Dreams May Come As I'm Laying Here Half Dead And Lost Within My Own Mind. And Yet Again I Have Realized One More Sick And Twisted, Mind-Numbing Thing About Me, While Searching Through Severed Veins And Lost Memories Of What Could Be Considered " True Happiness "
I Am A Manipulative, Lying, Acid-Tongued Bitch, And I Love Every Waking Second Of It. And Oh God....I Am Anything But My Least Favorite Person.
Ironically, I Wish I Could Say That I'm Heavy On Drugs. Swallowing Mind-Altering Substances...And Smoking Things That Change My Personality...Thus Accounting For My Razor-Sharp Words Flying From My Tongue. However, This Is NOT The Case. My Only Addiction.....Hatred. My Only High.....Inflicting Pain..... |
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| Just A Dreamer |
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| 12:30pm 08/03/2003 |
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So ive realized something. Yes I have I hate reality. I'm a dreamer, nothing more. I'm angry with everything not because I hate it, but because i want it to be something else. I am angry because 2 plus 2 equals 4. I am angry because there in no magic in the world anymore. I am angry because there are no dragons or warewolfs, or angels or elves or anything beautiful and strange left. I am angry because my dreams are worthless and pointless because no one can bring the magic back. I am angry because no one understands what its liek to be lost in day dreams forever and ever, always wanting to be special but never getting to be. I know that i am crazy. SOme people think i am, anyways maybe i am. Maybe im crazy because all i want is for my dreams to be real.You have to fight for what you believe in. But if u believe in never existing then what have you got left? |
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| Through These Eyes |
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| 11:35pm 21/02/2003 |
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I Am Told I Have A Beautiful Mind. But Now That I Stop And Think About It, Parts Of It Are Beautiful, Others Are Not. A Lot Of Things About Me Are Beautiful.....My Scars. My Scars Are Beautiful. Every Engraved Line Into My Flesh That Was Once Flowing With A Vibrant Red Liquid. Scars Of Death, Pain, Longing, Hate, Misery, And Suicide, Anything Disturbing And Mind-Numbing. So Much Hate. So Much Unbearable Hate.
I Base My Life Between These Pale Blue College-Ruled Lines. There Is So Much More To Reveal About Myself....So Much More. I Write And Draw. I Breathe An Swallow. I Scream And Bleed. I Pray And Hope. I Sleep And Cry. I Am Malnourished And Ready To Fall.
And In My Mind I See Myself In A Room Full Of People, Standing Wall To Wall. And As I Bang My Fists An Scream At The Top Of My Lungs I Ask Myself....."Why No One Else Is Trying To Escape???" Except For You.....You're Standing There.....Across From Me.....You're Skin The Color Of Paper......And You're Eyes The Color Of Bruises. I Want You To Help Me. You And Only You. But Then In The Rush Of Screams And Pain I Realize Something....You're An Inspiration For The Way That I Will Never Choose To Be..... |
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| Through These Eyes |
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| 11:35pm 21/02/2003 |
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I Am Told I Have A Beautiful Mind. But Now That I Stop And Think About It, Parts Of It Are Beautiful, Others Are Not. A Lot Of Things About Me Are Beautiful.....My Scars. My Scars Are Beautiful. Every Engraved Line Into My Flesh That Was Once Flowing With A Vibrant Red Liquid. Scars Of Death, Pain, Longing, Hate, Misery, And Suicide, Anything Disturbing And Mind-Numbing. So Much Hate. So Much Unbearable Hate.
I Base My Life Between These Pale Blue College-Ruled Lines. There Is So Much More To Reveal About Myself....So Much More. I Write And Draw. I Breathe An Swallow. I Scream And Bleed. I Pray And Hope. I Sleep And Cry. I Am Malnourished And Ready To Fall.
And In My Mind I See Myself In A Room Full Of People, Standing Wall To Wall. And As I Bang My Fists An Scream At The Top Of My Lungs I Ask Myself....."Why No One Else Is Trying To Escape???" Except For You.....You're Standing There.....Across From Me.....You're Skin The Color Of Paper......And You're Eyes The Color Of Bruises. I Want You To Help Me. You And Only You. But Then In The Rush Of Screams And Pain I Realize Something....You're An Inspiration For The Way That I Will Never Choose To Be..... |
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| To Kill An American |
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| 02:34pm 20/02/2003 |
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To Kill an American
You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.
So an Australian dentist wrote the following to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one:
Good on ya, mate? An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani, or Afghan. An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.
An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim. In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses. An American is also free to believe in no religion.
For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.
An American is from the most prosperous land in the history of the world. The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person the pursuit of happiness.
An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need. When Afghanistan was overrun by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country.! As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan. Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also welcome the least. The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed.
These in fact are the people who built America. Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 other countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.
So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself.
Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American. |
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| No Significance |
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| 07:59pm 17/02/2003 |
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I Am Amusing Myself By Thinking Of Ways To Die. My Mind Is Already Clouded With Thoughts Of Nothing, Nothing Meaning Me. How Do You Ignore What's In Your Head? I Can't Even Control My Own Thoughts. I Am Not The Person I Thought I Was. I Am Perhaps My Least Favorite Person. If I Was Someone Else, Would I Even Be My Friend??
So How Many Times A Day Does The Average Person Think About Death? Mortality's There, All Thing Must Come To An End, Right?? But Why Do Some Things Even Begin?? These Thoughts Haunt Me. What The Fuck Should I Do? Have Another Nightmare, And Listen To All The Voices In My Head??
So Do You Ever Wonder Where You Could Be Right Now, If You Had Made A Few Decisions Differently?? Leave Nothing Behind And Make No Difference. And All The Memories Of Me Would Disintegrate Quickly, Because They Hold No Significance. So Please Tell Me...Is It normal To Cry Yourself To Sleep With A Razor In Your Hand?? |
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| Memories Of Hate |
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| 08:25pm 16/02/2003 |
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Sitting Here Thinking, My Mind Is Always Lost Anyways. You Know, I Feel Fake. Not Fake As In Looks, Fake As In Acting Ways I'm Not. So Fake. I Don't Understand How No One Can See Through This! Haven't You Noticed Every New Deep Engraved Line In My Skin? More Scars Showing Up From The Old Ones. Haven't You Noticed The Excess Amount Of Razors In The Bathroom? Didn't You See The Knives In My Dresser Drawer? Didn't You Find The Gun In My Pillow Case?? Just To Have It In Case Things Get Out Of Control, And All I Have To Do Is Put The Cold Muzzle To My Head, And Everything Afterwards Will Be Fine. And Sitting Here And Wondering If I Would Ever Be Missed. I See Myself In A Grave, With My Head Stone Reading....."Finally....She Has Died:" And With Nothing Surrounding It. No Flowers, Cards, Nothing But Memories......Memories Of Hate
*~*Rip Chad Sharon *~* *~*Missing Since December 12th...*~* *~*Body Found...Feburary 12th...*~* *~*Missing...63 Days...*~* *~*Days Without Him...67* |
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| Gone...... |
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| 09:17pm 15/02/2003 |
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mood: depressed music: Song: I'll Be Missin You....
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*~*Rip Chad Sharon *~* *~*Missing Since December 12th...*~* *~*Body Found...Feburary 12th...*~* *~*Missing...63 Days...*~* *~*Days Without Him...66*
*~*Kaity*~* |
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| Inadequate |
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| 05:39pm 14/02/2003 |
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Inadequate
I feel so inadequate because I have the fantasy of cutting my throat open and bleeding to death, but I know I never will, because that would entail choking on my fear and asphyxiating through a severed windpipe and drowning in my own blood and oh god the idea of that sensation is almost as terrifying as remembering everything that's gone wrong in my life, everything that I did wrong and fucked up because all I can do is fuck things up anyway, and I do that so well I want to cry, and I want to carve the word liar into my left arm and whore into my right, because that would be the last thing I need to push myself over the edge again and oh would you go down there with me if I couldn't get back up? |
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| 101 Reasons WhyI Love You |
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| 12:54pm 14/02/2003 |
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101 Reasons Why I Love You
1. When We're Together, Then Sun Seems To Have One Of Those Happy Faces Drawn On It
2. Because Sometimes You Seem To Be Able To Read My Mind! ( You Knew I Was Going To Say That Right??)
3. You'd Rather Hold Me Than The Remote Control
4. We Agree On The Toilet Seat Thing
5. You Still Think There's A Chance That Elvis Might Show Up
6. Because, Like An Ice-Cold, Refreshing Drink, On The Hottest Day of The Summer, You Make Me Go Ahhhhhhhhh......
7. You're Not A Whiner
8. You Know How To Kiss And Make It Better
9. You Ring My Chimes, Shake My Tree, And Knock My Socks Off!
10. Your Idea Of "Sweet Nothings" Are Really Something
11. You Don't Drive For Miles With Your Turn Signal On
12. Cuz You Ear Lobes Are Just So Nibblicious
13. You Never Give Me Practical Gifts
14. You're A 24 Hour Hug Machine
15. We Speak The Same Body Language
16. Even When I'm Grumpy, You Still Think I'm Cute
17. If You Saw My 8th Grade Picture, You Probably Wouldn't Laugh, TOO Hard!
18. You'd Tell Me If I Had A Glob Of Salad Dressing on The End of My Nose
19. You're So Good At Making Up Words To Songs That Have The Hard-To-Understand Lyrics
20. You're Not A Snob About Fast Food
21. I've Seen You Get A little Misty-Eyed Just From Watching A Commercial
22. Cuddling Is One Of Your Favorite Sports
23. The Way Your Eyes Light Up At The Mere Mention Of "Pan Pizza"
24. You Appreciate French Fires That Are Done Just Right
25. You Feel A Little Bad When You Have To Squish A Bug
26. You Don't Make Spelling Corrections On The Little Notes I Leave You
27.You At Least ACT Interested About Some Weird Dream I Had
28. You Don't Think Sky Diving Is Necessary
29. You Still Love Cartoons
30. Give Me 101 Reasons Why I Shouldn't
31. If You Didn't Like Trees So Much, you'd Carve Our Initials In One
32. You Get Nostalgic Passing A Play Ground During Recess
33. You Make The Whole Ordeal Of Waiting In A Long Line Bearable
34. When WE Split A Candy Bar, You Always Offer Me The Bigger Half
35. You Find It Hard To Resist Writing "WASH ME" On Dirty Cars With Your Finger
36. NOBODY Can Tell A Knock-Knock Joke The Way You Do
37. You Don't Hang Up On My Answering Machine
38. You Get Just As Annoyed AS I do With Those Little Subscription Cards That Fall Out Of Magazines
39. You're Not Squeamish About Taking A Slobbery Ball Out Of A Dogs Mouth And Throwing It For Him, Over And Over And Over Again
40. Cuz On My Scale Of 10, You're A 20!
41. You'd Never Run While Holding A Pair Of Scissors
42. Because You Put The "Snap" And "Crackle" In My "Pop"
43. You're Incredibly Cute....Coming And Going....
44. The Way You Love To Sing Along With The Radio.
45. The Cute Milk Mustaches You Get
46. You've Got That Certain "Je Ne Sais Quoi" Whatever THAT Is!!
47. There's No One I'd Rather Be Around, Even When I Don't Want To Be Around Anyone!
48. You're A World Class Back Stracher!
49. DESTINY!
50. You Pretend Not To Notice My Bad Hair Days
51. You'd Never Hang Up On My Mom
52. Cuz You're So Much Like Me! (Scary, Isn't It!)
53. You Can Say, "I Love You" Without Stammering
54. You've Never Once Called Me Your Wittle Snooky Wookums
55. You like To Be Spontaneous Once.......elihwa in (in awhile)
56. You Like To Honk At Cows
57. I'll Show You Later
58. That Mischievous Look You Get On Your Face When You've Done Something Naughty
59. You Secretly Love To Read The Headlines Of Supermarket Tabloids
60. The "Little Kid" IN You Can Always Manage To Bring Out The "Little Kid" In Me
61. Because Of How Sweet And Innocent You Look When You're Sleeping
62. You're So Good At "Footsies"
63. When You See That Sign That Says "WET PAINT" You're Really Tempted To Touch it...Just To Make Sure
64. You Don't Hog The Covers
65. We Both Think Extra Cheese Is A Necessary Pizza Ingredient
66. They Way You Say My Name
67. 3 Words: Lips, Lips, LIPS!
68. You've Got Me Right Where I Want Me
69. You Can Give My Goose Bumps Goose Bumps
70. You've Taken The Place Of My Teddy Bear
71. You Don't Take Those Magazine Compatibility Quizzes Seriously. Do You?
72. When We Watch A Movie You Laugh At The Same Places I Do!
73. You Know WHEN To Stop Kidding Me
74. There's No One I'd Rather Be With At Twilight On A Cobbled Street In Paris.
75. Cuz You Got It All And You Know What To Do With It
76. You Don't Mind If I Sing Off-Key....Much
77. If I Got A Job In Timbuktu, you'd Go There With Me
78. After You Ask, ' How Was your Day" you Actually Listen
79. Sometimes You Let ME Have The Remote Control
80. You Love Me for More Than Just My Body.
81. We Have The Same Opinion About Certain Family Members
82. No One Has A Better Shoulder To Cry On
83. I Can't Finish A Crossword Puzzle Without You
84. You're Willing To Go To My Class Reunion
85. We Liked The Same TV Shows When We Were Kids
86. The Way You Touch Me You-Know Where.
87. Just Because.
88. You'll make The Phone Calls I Don't Want To.
89. You Remember To Check The Oil
90. The Way You Worry About Me
91. You Look So Cute When You're Sweaty
92. You'll Go To My Kind Of Movie...Just To Keep Me Company
93. You've Been Featured In My Very Best Dreams
94. You Don't Say "I Told You So" (Well Most Of The Time)
95. You're Better For Me Than A Multivitamin
96. If I feel Down, You'd Only Laugh AFTER You Found Out I Wasn't Hurt
97. You Know How To Say, "I'm Sorry"
98. I'd Rather Talk To You Than Watch Television....Usually
99. You'd Never Want Us To Get Matching Tattos
100. You Only Sneak Good Stuff Into The Grocery Cart.
101. Because Everyday You Give Me Even More Reasons To Love You And You Always Will. |
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| Understand |
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| 06:17pm 12/02/2003 |
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Understand
I Understand Pain And Why People Cry I Understand Differences And Why People Die
I Understand Why People Scream And Why We All Bleed I Understand Why People Help By Doing Good Deeds
I Understand Why There's Suicide And Why People Blow Holes Through Their Head I Understand Why We Have Grave Yards To Visit The Missed, The Dead
I Understand Why We Die And Go To Another Place But Do You Understand Why I Have An Untouchable Face?
Do You Understand What Hurts Me And Why I Want To Die? All Night Long I Lay Awake With The Haunting Sound Of My Cry
Do You Understand The Things I See That Are All Locked Up Inside Murder, Death, Suicide, A Pain That Won't Subside
You And I Understand A Lot Of Thing More Than We'll Ever See But The One Thing I Don't Understand, Is Why You Don't Love Me???
*~*Kaity*~* |
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| So What..... |
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| 05:19pm 12/02/2003 |
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So What
So What If I Taste The Infection In The Back Of my Throat When I Cough. So What If My Skin Is Deathly White. And So What If I Take 1000 mg Of Anti-histamnines, Just TO Render My Half-conscious For Hours On End, Just To Avoid Feeling Things....
So What If I Don't Eat Enough. So What If I Cry Myself To Sleep Every Night. So What If I Didn't Wear Underwear Today. So What If The Temperature Was Below Freezing....
So What If I'll Do Anything To Make People Happy. So What If I'm Easy. So What Id Pain Isn't Uncomfortable. So What If Scars Are Beautiful. So What If The Stars Are Beautiful, As Well. So What If I Know What Rope Burns Feel Like. So What If I Remember What Kind Of Bruises Handcuffs Make....
So What If I Lay Awake At Night, And Dream Of Something Better. So What If I Recall The Romantic Idea Of Watching The Stars With Someone Whom I Adore, Wrists And Bodies Bleeding From Razor Wounds....
So What If I Think You Hate Me. So What If You Don't Return My Calls {Idontcareireallydont}. So What If All I Can Do Is Sin, And Sin Well, At That. So What If I have No Past, No Present, No Future. So What If I'm A Fucking Melodramatic....
So What If You Can't Stand Me. So What If I Would Cut Myself Because Of All The Things I Regret. So What If Finally, I'm Teaching Myself Never To Regret Things. So What If I Have Money. So What If I'm Unhealthy. So What If People Are Drawn To Me. So What If I Can't Help Being Nice To Everyone....
So What If I'm Easily Controlled. So What If I'm Submissive. So What If I'm Drawn To Destructive Situations. So What If I Just Want To Feel Special. So What If I Want To Know People Write Poetry About Me....
So What If I'm Starting To Burn Away Again. So What If Loneliness Is Eating Me Alive. So What If I Miss You....
So What..... |
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| 08:10pm 11/02/2003 |
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I'm feeling very blank at the moment, maybe becuase i have never expressed myself in a public matter when it comes to my wirtings. I'm pretty much sitting here writing the first thing that pops into my complexed mind.
You know i think i have too many Demons in my closet, or Baggage or CHICKENS! I Suppose that's what the phrase is supposed to say, anyways, you get what i'm saying..right?? To Many Demons, To Much Baggage,To many Burnt out ligts.
And my god, do i have a lot of problems!? No.....I Think Not....But Even If I do have few problems, i think they always tend to be major problems!! Errr...Anyways....
I Need To Get All This Out Of My Mind!!
I need to tear holes into my worn out body and let everything that is dirty drain out..... Everything....all of the images, of pain, death, suicide, and hate....let everthing drip away...
I Need to get out of this stupid little town....let me come live with you....
Please Oh Please!!
I'll Bake You Cookies......
Love Always....
*~*Kaity*~* |
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| 07:55pm 11/02/2003 |
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I'm feeling very blank at the moment, maybe becuase i have never expressed myself in a public matter when it comes to my wirtings. I'm pretty much sitting here writing the first thing that pops into my complexed mind.
You know i think i have too many Demons in my closet, or Baggage or CHICKENS! I Suppose that's what the phrase is supposed to say, anyways, you get what i'm saying..right?? To Many Demons, To Much Baggage,To many Burnt out ligts.
And my god, do i have a lot of problems!? No.....I Think Not....But Even If I do have few problems, i think they always tend to be major problems!! Errr...Anyways....
I Need To Get All This Out Of My Mind!!
I need to tear holes into my worn out body and let everything that is dirty drain out..... Everything....all of the images, of pain, death, suicide, and hate....let everthing drip away...
I Need to get out of this stupid little town....let me come live with you....
Please Oh Please!!
I'll Bake You Cookies......
Love Always....
*~*Kaity*~* |
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