Gotta Move Lamb.

Button, button, who's got the button?

so little girl
held her hands in prayer,
and cried,
she prayed,
for the rain to pour,
and the sun to shine,
and for the tears to stop,
for her tears to stop.

she prayed to feel numb,
to feel nothing at all,
she prayed for someone,
to be there for her,
that same someone,
to grab her shoulder,
like all the rest,
but she would smile,
a goofy smile,
that would tell her everything will be alright,

it's not the monsters,
not the voices,
it's her soul,
it's her spirit
that needs to be saved,

and she needs a smile,
she needs the girl
she could give advice to,
the girl whom she was there for through it all,
to in turn be there for her.

she thanks all for their advice,
she won't cry,
not because she is brave,
but because she's sick of it,
sick of the promises of
tears washing it away,
sick of crying without
feeling better,
sick of crying,
and screaming,
but no one is there to help.

she won't talk
not because she's mute,
but because she knows
if she talks,
she would cry,
she would sob,
and she wouldn't be able to stop.

and i held my hands in prayer.

Sleeping Pills

You know what? I was wrong. You are an idiot. My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it's not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening.

Sunny day.

So all this pain,
all the sorrow,
eats into us,
willing us to get rid of the plague,

but what happens to those who that give up?
those that have no more strength to go the last
promised stretch of obstacles,
and the one after that,
and the one after that.
what happens to those?

there was no love,
no joy,
no peace.

peace,
a peaceful city,
that yearns to survive
during the coldest of winters,

I want peace,
i want to be at peace,
but what if the only time i can actually be at peace,
is when i'm dead?






yes, throughout all the
advice i've given to my friends,
the one thing i needed from them,
and wanted from them,
wasn't there.




and i hate it that all i can do is sit and stare.
i hate it that everyone is hypocritical,
and wouldn't dare to admit any shit.

if everyone is having problems,
why can't others try to help?
is a single pat on the shoulder so hard?

they don't tell you that they have problems,
not because they don't want to worry you,
they do it,
because they think that it isn't worth your 2-cents.

i lost it,
all my sense of caring,
and humour,
all shades of life.



yes,
for all the wrong reasons,
i want to die.

End Of Days

Even the dull and ignorant have a story. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars, you have a right to be here.

and i see a torch,
that was lit by the tears of the brave,
and continued to burn,
not through those that fought battles with him,
but those,
who watched him cry,
and put a hand on his shoulder.

i saw us,
holding hands,
through the wars,
and fires that were to come,
even if we were burning,
we would still stand,
and burn.

Grouphug.

What about me? I tried to make you go away, I killed you, and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that's it's so hard... and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wished that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't.

hug and tell,
hug and tell,

scream and cry,
scream and cry,

and at the end of everything,
who was there for me?

and the end,
the most unexpected person
was there to hold up and umbrella for me,

and the person i needed most,
the person i thought would be there for me,
wasn't.

all this is just making me irritated,
sad,
and no one can understand,
for the fraction of the story,
doesn't say all,

but i know,
i have to really end this,
end it,
once and for all.

7.5 km/h

1. ipod to get fixed.
2. guns
3. gun ring
4. metal lunch box from new urban male.
5. tinkerbell necklace.
6. camera
7. paint

300

Think of me like Yoda but instead of being little and green I wear suits and I'm awesome. I'm your bro - I'm Broda!



Within a triad of solar periods, you'll recognize your dearth of compatability with your paramour and conclude your association.

My journey was transformative and I reassert my committment to both the aforementioned paramour & the philosophies he espouses.

It's all gonna return to masticate you in the glutials. Support my hypothesis, Ted.

I'm just jubilant my former paramour is jubilant.

Cassie

You think I want this? You think I don't care? Believe me, I want to... be here, do things. I want to graduate from high school, and I want to go to the stupid winter formal... I have this friend, and it would be fun to go with him. Just to dance and hear lame music to wear a silly dress and laugh and stuff... I'd like to go. There's a lot of stuff I'd like to do. I'd love to ice skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up and see how they turn out 'cause they're really mean and I think they're gonna be fat. I'd love to backpack across the country or, I don't know, fall in love, but I won't. I just never will.

don't you see?
I wanted to try,
i wanted to see,
that throughout it all,
I would be fine,
I would be happy again.

and i could rest,
finally without having
a care in the world
and now i wonder whether it's even possible.

i want to sleep,
because it's the only time
i can really rest,
won't it be great,
if i never woke up?

won't it be great,
if i just slept,
forever?

yes,
there are times where i want to die,

but why don't I?
because









yes,
why don't I?













because i'm finding a reason to live.

FALAFEL

a fried ball made from spiced fava beans and/or chickpeas.

WE'RE BOTH THE RIGHT!!!

WOOHOO~

YAY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!
I VERY HAPPY!

Dollhouse

Oh, breathtaking! It's like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog.

I'm just tired.
my hands are aching,
and my eyes are droopy,

and at this point of time,
i don't want to rhyme.
so bite me.

i cried,
i laughed,
i cried again,
and she told me what to do.

at least i'm not psycho anymore.

If I had a dog, what would I name it?

The annoying virgin has a point.

for sweet,
she had chosen to fight,
to fight because it's something that really matters,
they fight.
They're lame morons for fighting,
but they do!
They never... they never quit.

that's why I'll keep fighting too.

Anya.
I'll call her Anya.