Saturday, February 6, 2010

No Words for a Title

When I close my eyes I still see your face.
Your haunts me when I'm alone.
Your words repeat in my mind like a broken record.
Your fingers are still printed into my skin.
I know your not here. . .but your memory lingers.
The face that was above me is imprinted into my mind.
I feel you. . .I hear you. . .I see you. . .
but I dont want to. 
I didn't want to.
But I did.


I will dance for you if it makes you happy.
Around and around.
I'll flow with the music.
I will sing for you if it makes you happy.
All the words you want to hear.
I'll hit every note perfectly.
I will sit here if it makes you happy.
Quiet and patient.
Only looking at you and waiting.
But I will not die to make you happy.
I will not stop living to make you happy.
That is the definition of death.
To stop living.
I will not die to put a smile on your face.
I will continue to breath.
My heart will continue to beat.
That should make you happy.
If it doesn't. . .
It will make someone else happy.

Screaming session I

When did you become such a tool?  You're so immature.  Sometimes I wish I could just kick you in the head because of how stupid you make yourself look and sound by the way you act and the things you say.  Don't you see how everyone around you can't stand what you've become?  Who you've become?  Is this my fault?  You live in this world that is so far beyond reality you can't even look at yourself in the mirror to see who you are.  Grow up!  Act your freaking age!  You're older than me but you act like your five.  Everything you do.  You're lazy, you constantly point fingers, you think you're living in the real world. . .WAKE UP! I didn't do anything to you and you know that, everything you feel. . .you did to yourself.  I try to forgive and forget, I try to move on. . .but every time I freaking talk to you you bring it all up again, and I remember just how much I hate your immaturity.  It took me this long to see your true colors, and you know what. . .those colors look like shit.  Go ahead and "hate it" just like you did everything else. . .ya. . .real mature.  I know you think your so cool.  Wearing girls clothes and an anime girlfriend.  It must be cool not to have friends, no job. . .no future.  Real cool.