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Saturday, 03 May 2008

  • Currently Listening
    Top of the World Tour
    By Dixie Chicks
    Hello Mr. Heartache
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    Pain from that thing called Love

    Unrequited Love
    I reach for your outstretched hand
    Only to watch it disappear.
    I play a song  for you with my band
    Only to find it you will not hear.

    I see you looking into another’s eyes
    But on me your gaze will never rest
    I see you treat her as if she’s first prize.
    But me, I could never be the best.

    I gave you my heart when first we met,
    Yet, you return it all bruised and broken
    I forever will be in your debt
    Yet, you refuse payment, this token

    The truth is, you mean the world to me.
    I do not see how I can live without you.
    Please love me, I am on my knee.
    But I know I must now say adieu…

Sunday, 20 April 2008

Friday, 14 March 2008

  • Darkness

    A Dark World
    The world through my eyes, my heart, my mind:
    An endless, empty void, the blackest night.
    I search through dark, seeking light I shall not find.
    There is no hope for me without my sight.

    An endless, empty void, the blackest night:
    I am reaching, tripping, falling; I am scared.
    There is no hope for me without my sight.
    My mind tells me no one ever really cared.

    I am reaching, tripping, falling; I am scared.
    Darkness is my pain, the unwritten mark
    My mind tells me no one ever really cared;
    My heart tells me the world is always dark.

    Darkness is my pain, my unwritten mark
    I search through dark, seeking light I shall not find
    My mind tells me the world is always dark,
    The world through my eyes, my heart, my mind…


    How I view the world right now.
    Note:
    there are a few words that are supposed to be coloured
    eyes: dark brown [represents my eyes. My eyes are dark brown]
    heart: red [hmmm I wonder]
    mind: blue [a feeling of sadness, worthlessness, that is what my mind tells me]

    Prayer of a Lost Child
    I want to run
    I hate it here
    The question is,
    Where do I belong?
    Dear God, what do you
    Want from a poor hurt
    Child like me.
    And when will I be free?
    Will I ever be free?
    Please Lord, I know you
    Have felt my pain,
    I know you feel my sorrow.
    But what do I need to do?
    All I know how to do
    Is sit on my bed and cry
    I can't even sleep.
    I hurt so bad.
    Please take it away.
    Tell me what to do.
    Where to go.
    What I need.
    Find me a home where
    I finally can belong

    Yes, I am lost. And there is no where for me to run.

    Okay basically I look around me and all I see is darkness. I am utterly blind.  Okay so I mean that metaphorically.  But in all truthfulness, I look at the world around me and I only see nothingness.  Tis a weird emotion I feel.  I don't like this depression. I am having a huge trouble battling it right now, but I hope I get through it.

Saturday, 01 March 2008

  • an email I got

    You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you.
    He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.


    You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.
    He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.


    You complain about how hot it is.
    He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.


    You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.
    He doesn't get to eat today.


    Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.
    He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.


    You go to the mall and get your hair redone.
    He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.


    You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.
    He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.


    You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.
    He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.


    You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.
    He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.


    You roll your eyes as a baby cries.
    He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet.


    You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.
    He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.


    You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.
    He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.


    You see only what the media wants you to see.
    He sees the broken bodies lying around him.


    You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
    He does exactly what he is told even if it puts his life in danger.


    You stay at home and watch TV.
    He takes whatever time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat


    You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.
    He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.


    If you support your troops, send this to 7 people.

    If you don't support your troops well, then don't send this out. You won't die in 7 days, your love life won't be affected, and you won't have the worst day ever.

    You don't have to email this. It's not like you know the men and women that are dying to preserve your rights.


    REMEMBER our Troops, and do not forget them LATER

    Lest we forget -

    KEEP THE CHAIN GOING


    Ask me for the email, and I will send it to you with the pictures. I was too dumb to mess with the pictures right now... So yeah. Enjoy the power of written word.

Tuesday, 26 February 2008

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  • Elanna_Amruniel
    Just so you know, please stop by my deviantart site. I am a big poetry writer, so yes, do read what I have written