Monday, August 28, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
hold you in my arms - ray lamontagne
when you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
it was easy to see that you'd been crying
seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
but who really profits from the dying
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you in my arms forever
when you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
it's my worried mind that you quiet
place your hands on my face
close my eyes and say
love is a poor man's food
don't prophesize
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
and I could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
so now we see how it is
this fist begets the spear
weapons of war
symptoms of madness
don't let your eyes refuse to see
don't let your ears refuse to hear
or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold on forever
and I could hold you in my arms
i could hold forever
when you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
it was easy to see that you'd been crying
seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns
but who really profits from the dying
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you in my arms forever
when you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
it's my worried mind that you quiet
place your hands on my face
close my eyes and say
love is a poor man's food
don't prophesize
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
and I could hold you in my arms
i could hold you forever
so now we see how it is
this fist begets the spear
weapons of war
symptoms of madness
don't let your eyes refuse to see
don't let your ears refuse to hear
or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness
i could hold you in my arms
i could hold on forever
and I could hold you in my arms
i could hold forever
Monday, August 14, 2006
alright. here's how it goes. one day/night of the weekend. starting with friday. ready, set, sail!
friday night:
went to the mall. needed some things. you know. but i had some very interesting..let's call them witnessings.
i witnessed...
..a soda pop disaster
..a construction breakdown
..a broken bone
..a robbery
..a forgiveness
..a first kiss
..a last goodbye
..a argument
..a breakup
..a breakdown
..a broken heart
..a smile
..a death
..a sunset
came home and played guitar.
saturday day:
did what i do best of course. pretended to be a racecar driver! no really. i did. actually it was more like a zamboni driver. when it's broken down and given a "technical" name, it's known as a lawn manager. i call a grass cutter. so much easier. but after about 78 laps i jumped off and went swimming, "like you do."
saturday night:
this is where my pyro technics come in. short story shorter, had a fire. started that at about six, and i sat out there for six hours (do the math people). but there was something i realized as i sat out there and played my guitar in near total darkness (i was too comfortable to get more fire wood). i realized i came up with some sort of analogy.
not trying to copy you andy
you are the moon. scaring away all the shadows.
crappy. but what the heck.
sunday:
went to church. then had all family over. it was fun. like it usually is. what more can i say? swam almost all day. played a little soccer. ate. did what me and my cousins do best. don't know what that is, but oh well. gave a little taste of british comedy.
now that's where it's at.
that was my weekend. but seeing as the week doesn't end. or isn't ending. i don't know. too tired right now to think.
one last thing. i'm at volleyball camp all week. so i might not be in a mood to talk. not trying to use it as an excuse, but whatever.
"check out please"
friday night:
went to the mall. needed some things. you know. but i had some very interesting..let's call them witnessings.
i witnessed...
..a soda pop disaster
..a construction breakdown
..a broken bone
..a robbery
..a forgiveness
..a first kiss
..a last goodbye
..a argument
..a breakup
..a breakdown
..a broken heart
..a smile
..a death
..a sunset
came home and played guitar.
saturday day:
did what i do best of course. pretended to be a racecar driver! no really. i did. actually it was more like a zamboni driver. when it's broken down and given a "technical" name, it's known as a lawn manager. i call a grass cutter. so much easier. but after about 78 laps i jumped off and went swimming, "like you do."
saturday night:
this is where my pyro technics come in. short story shorter, had a fire. started that at about six, and i sat out there for six hours (do the math people). but there was something i realized as i sat out there and played my guitar in near total darkness (i was too comfortable to get more fire wood). i realized i came up with some sort of analogy.
not trying to copy you andy
you are the moon. scaring away all the shadows.
crappy. but what the heck.
sunday:
went to church. then had all family over. it was fun. like it usually is. what more can i say? swam almost all day. played a little soccer. ate. did what me and my cousins do best. don't know what that is, but oh well. gave a little taste of british comedy.
now that's where it's at.
that was my weekend. but seeing as the week doesn't end. or isn't ending. i don't know. too tired right now to think.
one last thing. i'm at volleyball camp all week. so i might not be in a mood to talk. not trying to use it as an excuse, but whatever.
"check out please"
Sunday, July 30, 2006
he wrote this out of spite. he knows that. he can't deny it. he reads it over, what he has written. he deletes it and starts again, but he knows it's all in vain. he's telling himself a story.
he is so lost. he knows no one understand's him, and he knows that no one cares. he wants to start a new life. he wants to start over. he knows that he's just tired, but he doesn't care. he needs to leave it all behind, and escape to a place in his dreams. he has to leave this town behind and never return.
he's writing and the words just keep coming to him.
he tries to explain it to them. he knows it's all in vain. he knows that no one takes him seriously. especially her. he knows that she is the cause of all the problems. he knows that if he had never met her, things would be better. he can hate her, despise her, and detest her. but he knows that without her, he would not be able to go on. he knows that even though he hates, despises, and detests her, he loves her, admires her, and adores her. he thanks God for her.
he never knew God. he thought he did once. he thinks to himself, that nobody really knows God. he knows that others know and believe He exists. but he doesn't. he's having a hard time. he thinks it's because of the other distractions. but he's not going into detail about that now.
he doesn't give a damn anymore. he's writing these words with a sinical smile on his face. he says, here comes the fun part.
he hates himself for everything he does or doesn't do. wrong or right, he hates it. he knows that everything he writes or says, won't matter to anyone else. he's all alone. he knows the walls are closing in on him. he screams out in pain, knowing that it will do no good.
he finishes writing this story. he hopes that maybe, perhaps, and hopefully you'll take him seriously. he's praying for his own safety.
he is a damn fool.
goodnight.
he is so lost. he knows no one understand's him, and he knows that no one cares. he wants to start a new life. he wants to start over. he knows that he's just tired, but he doesn't care. he needs to leave it all behind, and escape to a place in his dreams. he has to leave this town behind and never return.
he's writing and the words just keep coming to him.
he tries to explain it to them. he knows it's all in vain. he knows that no one takes him seriously. especially her. he knows that she is the cause of all the problems. he knows that if he had never met her, things would be better. he can hate her, despise her, and detest her. but he knows that without her, he would not be able to go on. he knows that even though he hates, despises, and detests her, he loves her, admires her, and adores her. he thanks God for her.
he never knew God. he thought he did once. he thinks to himself, that nobody really knows God. he knows that others know and believe He exists. but he doesn't. he's having a hard time. he thinks it's because of the other distractions. but he's not going into detail about that now.
he doesn't give a damn anymore. he's writing these words with a sinical smile on his face. he says, here comes the fun part.
he hates himself for everything he does or doesn't do. wrong or right, he hates it. he knows that everything he writes or says, won't matter to anyone else. he's all alone. he knows the walls are closing in on him. he screams out in pain, knowing that it will do no good.
he finishes writing this story. he hopes that maybe, perhaps, and hopefully you'll take him seriously. he's praying for his own safety.
he is a damn fool.
goodnight.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
check it!
yep
this is going to be short
so i'm back from camping. it was good. and fun. yep.
"so i didn't join the army, as you might have noticed" and as you might have noticed, things look a little..different.
so check it out and have some fun!
that's it
yep
this is going to be short
so i'm back from camping. it was good. and fun. yep.
"so i didn't join the army, as you might have noticed" and as you might have noticed, things look a little..different.
so check it out and have some fun!
that's it
yep
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
write this down
remember every word
you're not the things they told you way back then
you're so much more than ideas in your head
so bury them
and keep them so they can return when you're alone
so that you can fight them in the end
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
write this down
remember every word
you're not the things they told you way back then
you're so much more than ideas in your head
so bury them
and keep them so they can return when you're alone
so that you can fight them in the end
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
and i'm so sorry
it took too long to let you know that
it's alright and it's okay
cause they mean nothing anyway
so you say that you're so alone
well loneliness is all we get
get used to it
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
and i'm so sorry
it took too long to let you know that
it's alright and it's okay
cause they mean nothing anyway
write this down - cartel
remember every word
you're not the things they told you way back then
you're so much more than ideas in your head
so bury them
and keep them so they can return when you're alone
so that you can fight them in the end
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
write this down
remember every word
you're not the things they told you way back then
you're so much more than ideas in your head
so bury them
and keep them so they can return when you're alone
so that you can fight them in the end
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
and i'm so sorry
it took too long to let you know that
it's alright and it's okay
cause they mean nothing anyway
so you say that you're so alone
well loneliness is all we get
get used to it
boy, you know i'm sick and tired of healing all your pain
it's time for you to know the truth and cast your cares away
and i'm so sorry
it took too long to let you know that
it's alright and it's okay
cause they mean nothing anyway
write this down - cartel
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
this is a call and not just a song
She fooled all of her friends into thinking she's so strong
But she still sleeps with the light on
And she acts like it's all right on, as she smiles again
And her mother lies there sick with cancer
And her friends don't understand her
She's a question without answers
Who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless
She needs to find a purpose,
She wonders what she did to deserve this
She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
And he tells everyone a story,
Cause he thinks his life is boring
And he fights so you won't ignore him,
Cause that's his biggest fear
And he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it
And he loves but he's scared to use it
So he hides behind the music
Cause he likes it that way
And he knows, he's so much more than worthless
He needs to find the surface
Cause he's starting to get nervous
He's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down,
I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
Have you ever felt this way before
Cause I don't wanna hide here anymore
Take me to a place where nothing's wrong
And thanks for coming, shut the door
And they say some one out there sees us,
Well if you're real, then save me Jesus
Cause I've been this way for far too long
I wasn't meant to feel alone
He's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down,
I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about
this is a call - thousand foot krutch
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.....okay........enough.........of.........that.......stop!
"Man, I just saw something. I'm glad that you are here.I got to start to thinking, and seeing things so clear"
skies so blue - the rocket summer
with you
everything is blind
with you
everything is clear
with you
everything is fine
with you
everything is tears
"i am not into the idea of living without you"
around the clock - the rocket summer
why do things have to end this way?
But she still sleeps with the light on
And she acts like it's all right on, as she smiles again
And her mother lies there sick with cancer
And her friends don't understand her
She's a question without answers
Who feels like falling apart.
She knows, she's so much more than worthless
She needs to find a purpose,
She wonders what she did to deserve this
She's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down, I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
And he tells everyone a story,
Cause he thinks his life is boring
And he fights so you won't ignore him,
Cause that's his biggest fear
And he cries, but you'll rarely see him do it
And he loves but he's scared to use it
So he hides behind the music
Cause he likes it that way
And he knows, he's so much more than worthless
He needs to find the surface
Cause he's starting to get nervous
He's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down,
I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
Have you ever felt this way before
Cause I don't wanna hide here anymore
Take me to a place where nothing's wrong
And thanks for coming, shut the door
And they say some one out there sees us,
Well if you're real, then save me Jesus
Cause I've been this way for far too long
I wasn't meant to feel alone
He's calling out to you
This is a call, this is a call out
Cause everytime I fall down,
I reach out to you
And I'm losing all control now
And my hazard signs are all out
I'm asking you to show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about
Show me what this life is all about
this is a call - thousand foot krutch
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.....okay........enough.........of.........that.......stop!
"Man, I just saw something. I'm glad that you are here.I got to start to thinking, and seeing things so clear"
skies so blue - the rocket summer
with you
everything is blind
with you
everything is clear
with you
everything is fine
with you
everything is tears
"i am not into the idea of living without you"
around the clock - the rocket summer
why do things have to end this way?
Thursday, June 15, 2006
tomorrow
how can i live without you
when i can't even live with you
surely you are a fool
cause love is for the lonely
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
sins are for sinners
but they're not for you
surely you are a fool
cause lying is for the broken
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
hope is for the hopeless
but you don't need it
surely you are a fool
cause you live in confusion
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
cause hopefully tomorrow will be better
when i can't even live with you
surely you are a fool
cause love is for the lonely
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
sins are for sinners
but they're not for you
surely you are a fool
cause lying is for the broken
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
hope is for the hopeless
but you don't need it
surely you are a fool
cause you live in confusion
the sun will rise tomorrow
hopefully tomorrow will be better
walk with me tomorrow
cause hopefully tomorrow will be better
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
breathe in
and think for a second
exhale
and imagine
dreams are for dreamers
and you want perfection
it's impossible to stop
thinking's a passion
i'm only thinking of you
and when things are through
i'll only be thinking of you
it's killing you
by the second
hold your breath
don't stop
exhale
life's a confusing thing
but thinking's a passion
i'm only thinking of you
and when things are through
i'll only be thinking of you
and think for a second
exhale
and imagine
dreams are for dreamers
and you want perfection
it's impossible to stop
thinking's a passion
i'm only thinking of you
and when things are through
i'll only be thinking of you
it's killing you
by the second
hold your breath
don't stop
exhale
life's a confusing thing
but thinking's a passion
i'm only thinking of you
and when things are through
i'll only be thinking of you
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
looking back
i know
that things
are going downhill
used to be good
going against your will
where did it all go wrong
for me and you
at the top
is where we used to be
suicide's not good enough for me
not it's not good enough for me
pulling the trigger won't do no good
cause you is all i need
i can't
wait for you anymore
i'm sitting here
alone on the floor
i wish i could escape from this
escape to a place in my dreams
where nothing goes wrong
where no one's singing this song
suicide's not good enough for me
not it's not good enough for me
pulling the trigger won't do no good
cause you is all i need
cause you is all i need
that things
are going downhill
used to be good
going against your will
where did it all go wrong
for me and you
at the top
is where we used to be
suicide's not good enough for me
not it's not good enough for me
pulling the trigger won't do no good
cause you is all i need
i can't
wait for you anymore
i'm sitting here
alone on the floor
i wish i could escape from this
escape to a place in my dreams
where nothing goes wrong
where no one's singing this song
suicide's not good enough for me
not it's not good enough for me
pulling the trigger won't do no good
cause you is all i need
cause you is all i need
Monday, June 05, 2006
the heart cycle
all i have right now is one thing: the heart cycle
hope for love is confusion
love is confusion and hope
confusion and hope is love
the heart never makes
sense
hope for love is confusion
love is confusion and hope
confusion and hope is love
it doesn't matter what way you
look
at
...it...
all makes sense
Saturday, May 27, 2006
...time...
"Time is God's way of keeping everything from happening at once" - Anon
but did you ever think that time..is something that can't be controlled..
that maybe if time didn't exist..we wouldn't all be here..
"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived" - Captain Jean-Luc Picard
"Time spent with cats is never wasted" - Colette ...i have a cat on my lap
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save" - Will Rogers
but did you ever think that time..is something that can't be controlled..
that maybe if time didn't exist..we wouldn't all be here..
"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived" - Captain Jean-Luc Picard
"Time spent with cats is never wasted" - Colette ...i have a cat on my lap
For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save" - Will Rogers
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Goodbye My Lover - James Blunt
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won
So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care
You touched my heart you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you
I've kissed your lips and held your head
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the father of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you
I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true
I cannot live without you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won
So I took what's mine by eternal right
Took your soul out into the night
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care
You touched my heart you touched my soul
You changed my life and all my goals
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you
I've kissed your lips and held your head
Shared your dreams and shared your bed
I know you well, I know your smell
I've been addicted to you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I am a dreamer but when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile
I've watched you sleeping for a while
I'd be the father of your child
I'd spend a lifetime with you
I know your fears and you know mine
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true
I cannot live without you
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
And I still hold your hand in mine
In mine when I'm asleep
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow
Saturday, May 20, 2006
musicals
so normally, musicals aren't my thing. but this one was different. don't asked me why. maybe it was the basketball..or the hot gir-i mean nachos. hmm..i'm even stumped.
have fun with this one..i did:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475293/trailers-screenplay-E26935-10-2
have fun with this one..i did:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0475293/trailers-screenplay-E26935-10-2
Monday, May 15, 2006
dear journal:
i find that many people don't know i exist, and that when they do notice me they spit at my feet and mock me. i know that some don't do this, and thank you to those few. for you are all saints, angels if i must say. at least i know that when i die, i will always remember that one person who knew who i was, who respected me for who i am, and was, and the person who listened to me when no one else would. to the person who told me everything would be okay even when i, and they, knew who wouldn't. i thank you for that is how i wish you all were. but no, it's the exact opposite. so all you people, i give you one more chance. show me that you don't want to burn in hell and that you won't waste your life away. these are my last words of advice. please listen to me. take heed of your lives
sincerly,
the world traveler
a response:
dear world traveler:
i don't know who you are, but i listened to you. i used to be a person who spit and looked down at those below me. i caused pain to those people, i did it for laughs. i would walk with my friends, beat some one up and walk on laughing with my friends. it made me feel good. then things turned on me. i was hurt so bad that i left the school. i was homed schooled for 2 years. i was scared of them, scared that i was going to get hurt again. then i read your letter. i was touched. i called up those who i hurt. apoligized and hung up. it made me feel better. for that man, i thank you.
sincerly,
torn and hurt
dear torn and hurt:
i'm glad that i at least helped one person. i've had people talk to me saying that i'm suicidal and that i'm an asshole. i don't give a damn what they say. i don't care what anyone says about me. i just hope that i can help the hurting. thanks man.
sincerly,
the world traveler
one final response:
dear world traveler:
last week my son returned back to his old school. as he walked in the front doors, he was grabbed by some bullies, brought into the parking lot, and beaten to death. i know that he was writing to you about some of the problems that he was having, and that you gave him some good advice. thank you for helping my son. if it is not too much, i would like to meet you in person.
sincerly,
till death do us part
dear to death do us part:
the world traveler will not be able to meet you in person. he was killed by the person who used to be his only friend. this is that friend talking. i am so sorry. goodbye.
sincerly,
life is not something to be wasted
i find that many people don't know i exist, and that when they do notice me they spit at my feet and mock me. i know that some don't do this, and thank you to those few. for you are all saints, angels if i must say. at least i know that when i die, i will always remember that one person who knew who i was, who respected me for who i am, and was, and the person who listened to me when no one else would. to the person who told me everything would be okay even when i, and they, knew who wouldn't. i thank you for that is how i wish you all were. but no, it's the exact opposite. so all you people, i give you one more chance. show me that you don't want to burn in hell and that you won't waste your life away. these are my last words of advice. please listen to me. take heed of your lives
sincerly,
the world traveler
a response:
dear world traveler:
i don't know who you are, but i listened to you. i used to be a person who spit and looked down at those below me. i caused pain to those people, i did it for laughs. i would walk with my friends, beat some one up and walk on laughing with my friends. it made me feel good. then things turned on me. i was hurt so bad that i left the school. i was homed schooled for 2 years. i was scared of them, scared that i was going to get hurt again. then i read your letter. i was touched. i called up those who i hurt. apoligized and hung up. it made me feel better. for that man, i thank you.
sincerly,
torn and hurt
dear torn and hurt:
i'm glad that i at least helped one person. i've had people talk to me saying that i'm suicidal and that i'm an asshole. i don't give a damn what they say. i don't care what anyone says about me. i just hope that i can help the hurting. thanks man.
sincerly,
the world traveler
one final response:
dear world traveler:
last week my son returned back to his old school. as he walked in the front doors, he was grabbed by some bullies, brought into the parking lot, and beaten to death. i know that he was writing to you about some of the problems that he was having, and that you gave him some good advice. thank you for helping my son. if it is not too much, i would like to meet you in person.
sincerly,
till death do us part
dear to death do us part:
the world traveler will not be able to meet you in person. he was killed by the person who used to be his only friend. this is that friend talking. i am so sorry. goodbye.
sincerly,
life is not something to be wasted
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
i'm lost in this life
and now:
i'm finding a way to hate you
i'm finding a way to miss you
i'm finding a way to love you
i'm finding a way to lose you
i'm finding a way to need you
i'm wondering in this life
and now:
i'm finding a way to hope
i'm finding a way to doubt
i'm finding a way to dismiss
i'm finding a way to accept
i'm wandering in this life
and now:
i'm finding a way to find a way
and now:
i'm finding a way to hate you
i'm finding a way to miss you
i'm finding a way to love you
i'm finding a way to lose you
i'm finding a way to need you
i'm wondering in this life
and now:
i'm finding a way to hope
i'm finding a way to doubt
i'm finding a way to dismiss
i'm finding a way to accept
i'm wandering in this life
and now:
i'm finding a way to find a way
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