https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?30504-Intro The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 12:28:57 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?30504-Intro https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5025-DeathAngel-s-Blog Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:50:50 GMT A friend of mine who i love dearly has been dating this chico for a while. And as a friend who hates to see her cry or be taken advantage of, it... A friend of mine who i love dearly has been dating this chico for a while. And as a friend who hates to see her cry or be taken advantage of, it seems this relationship she has is...somewhat unhealthy.

She's a young one who has barely dated (she's filipino, they have that strict dating thing from the family) anyone. She's new to the whole situation of having a long term relationship.
They've been dating for many months now and as a friend, I begin to notice things. He drags her around, he's seems strict about her activities and such. It seems as if he's controlling her and she doesn't know it.
Now PDA if it's hugging n such, i have no problem, but I'm on stage working on someting and their making out 2 feet in front of me/everyone else, I gotta draw the line.
Thing is, I can't just say, "Hey sweety, you can go into a closet and do that crap, otherwise take it somewhere else."
And I know her chico pretty well. He's a very dark/emotional character. When he's sad, she's sad, when he's happy, she's happy. Hey it's nice to have that spiritual/emotional connection, but like i said, you gotta draw the line somewhere. Plus he's got so many bones in his closet, if you opened it you'd find all hell in there. No joke. And of course she doesn't know about them. And unfortunately I do. I know if I tell her, all hell will break lose between them and between me and her.
Her mind is slipping, she thinks she needs to spend time with him 24/7. Basicaly forgetting all her friends that give a crap or anything she commits to. And to chico "friends" to him is non-exsistent. Meanging very few and very little contact.

So I know what not to do. But then the question is, what should I do?
I know talking to her is a must, but what does one say something to someone so delicate. And knowing her, I don't know how the hell she'll respond, I'm trying my gosh dern hardest not to cuss, not to go all 'hurtfully truthful' on her. But DAmn! I really want to at this point.

He's her dark prince, and she's his little bit of sunshine. I don't wanna destroy that. But it's bothering me all at once. She's gotta learn, you gotta set boundaries, you gotta wear the pants sometimes.
Any suggestions?

(Just for the record, no I'm not interested in dating her; and her chico does know he's a big deal for her. They're both 'fresh out of highschool' age. She's about to go to college come September and she knows if she dumps him he'll go all 'suicidal' and such. What a joy this guy is.) ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?5025-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4962-DeathAngel-s-Blog Wed, 26 Mar 2008 21:31:13 GMT So, i'm having a conversation with my friend, and it's about society,
And she says sarcastily, "Aye chica why don't you follow the trend, get with the program, do what everyone else is doing!?"
We go further into the conversation, and realise, we talk about things that most others don't.

I can easily say out loud, "Crap i'm on my period!" or "why is that people get offended when we mention masturbation?" and really not care bout who's looking at me funny. It's halarious when we do it purposely, because people do look at us funny, and you know they're thinkin "what the hell..."

Someone once said to me, "If you're not comfortable walking around naked or talking about sex without feeling uncomfortable or being cautious, then you're like everybody else." I don't willy nilly agree with that statement but, they have a point.
But hey that's how society is, we've gone from loincloths, to togas, to giant fluffy dresses, to skimpy skirts and pants. If I went bald either someone would assume I have cancer or that I'm nutty.

Though I do wonder what it'd be like to run around in a loincloth like the Indians back in the day, or hanging around a nude beach. Ha, it sounds fun.

So we take things for granted and we don't give a crap anymore. So people have false idols and false gods and whatnot, who cares! It's life, but it makes me wonder, And I've got years and years ahead of me to keep on wondering, and perhaps do something, if I'm not too lazy to...




We are the children of the earth that dries.
It's hope, it's love, that still strives.
Please Thank her that we are still alive.
So my children, bow your heads,
as we pray for life that hangs by a thread.

"O Great Mother,
We cry to to thee.
Forgive our sins and tragedy.
Father moon of sun,
let us kiss you, lest we be killed by the hands of a gun.
O Angel of Death we hear,
but please wait, we can change, we do not fear!"

Pray, they say,
every single damned day.
And thank the mother that we may. ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4962-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4629-DeathAngel-s-Blog Tue, 19 Feb 2008 22:27:59 GMT Ay me! I have made a discovery and so late I have.
Just recently I' ve been addicted to these Anita Blake-adventurous books,
it's so different from what i've usually read and twisted,
Hamilton has gotten more sexual in her most recent books,
arg, I can't believe she's been out since the 90s and I've just found her stuff,
crappydoodles,

Besides my wonderful discoery, my friend just had a kid, fat faced, full head of hair, 8 pounds 11 ounces little thing, sleeps nice at night,
Congrats to her:lol: :blush:
I'm an aunty!
sorry no pics yet, Kailey Alise Henson is her name,
the kid's lucky she's got so much family, she's got about 6 aunts and 3 uncles and she looks like a bundle of Suga,
so here's to the new kid,



Lil' Bird

little bird,
little bird
was is it that makes you sing?
an' flutter about the skies with yo tiny wing

little bird, little bird,
hark me a tune,
cuz i'm feelin' blue,
somethin' a lil' jazzy too.

little bird, little bird,
oh my how you sing!
make me wanna get up n dance,
and do my thing!

little bird, little bird,
don't fly away!
winter ain't commin,
i promise, please stay?


little bird, little bird,
i can't hear no mo',
but you healed with yo singin', right down to the core,

sing how you used to,
when days was young,
sing, sing to me like the world just begun... ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4629-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4455-DeathAngel-s-Blog Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:47:09 GMT I'm having on those days where you just feel bleaaaa-
I was somewhat jolly, having a good laugh dancing around to Grease and acting about,
but then, I get home and it all falls down,
My plan is to devour the fudge ice cream in the fridge and this hot cocoa sittin by me,
(choco's supposed to be a sadness remedy)
Funny thing is, I dunno why I feel bleaa,
And today is FAT TUESDAY! Now if that won't cheer me up I dunno what will, slap on some beads, go to Outback and pig out sounds wonderful,

And! I had teh most annoying dream last night, (I'm rambling, yes)
about the Grudge, badly done japanese movie, I've watchedit too many times on the tele obviously,

:banana: It's peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! peanut butter jelly, peanut butter jelly peanut butter jelly n a baseball bat- say where he at say where he at...


Pitiful Ole Corpse
Am I oh god, but a walking corpse?
Curs-ed to roam thy lands, forever lost & empty.
Whilst my organs wither and rot beneath my sun scorched skin.
Am I to watch from the trees’ shadows, as the living blissfully squirm about.
Their skin is warm!
And oh how their insides remain lively and pink!
You force me to watch these creatures whom take all or nothing?!
As if life were a simple cup of tea!
Oh god how you’ve scorned me so.
Ahere I sit and await the eternal battle of being nothing but,
A lifeless gory little thing.
Nay!
Jest kill me already!


(boy i feel bad for that guy,) ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?4455-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3988-DeathAngel-s-Blog Wed, 19 Dec 2007 21:55:07 GMT There's a movie based on a man named Patch Adams with Robin Wlliams in it (most of it is indeed quite fictional); that man graduated from my old school and I attended the lecture he gave when he revisited,
I wouldn't even call it a lecture, it was more of an eye opener,

Thru all he said, I cannot help but think he was indeed right, we live in a corporate world, where wealth is valued more than anything else, more than a country and it's citizens, this man spent his days humoring children and people injured & affected by the war, by the genocide, by everything and anything so unpleasant,

I watched as people who dressed up as clowns went around blowing balloons, riding unicycles, smiling, blowing bubbles for children in pain and strife,
I simply cried my eyes out, it was deeply moving to see a young 3 year old suffering from 3rd degree burn marks, or baby with 2 broken fingers and a fractured skull,

they had 20 clowns, in the end, there were 7 left becaue they couldn't take it,

this is what came of our bickering with countries and such, none of it is worth a child permanently scarred,
or a boy starving, he's set up tons of clinics, hospitals, around the world to people who can't afford it, to those who are "needy and lonely and needy"
I feel honored to even be in his presence and hear most of what he had to say,
he tlked of love, "love and love and care and act, act against the wrong-doings..." "If you hate, hate wars, hate the violence that's caused this..."

genocide, war, war for oil, for nuclear arms, it's not worth it! to see bits and pieces of what these people have seen and tried to comfort, it's not worth it.
It breaks my heart to see such a thing,
and I know this is a very-very contreversial issue, but most of what he said was so true,
we America are the bullies, we're the a-holes, coporate America, fame wealth, fortune, power,
is it not worth it?
it's not worth my money that i work so hard for, neither my family's, the money we pay for gas, the cost of houses, it's not worth it. We've been screwed.

When is anyone else going to realize that and do something I wonder,

As a human race will we even survive this era? First it was the arms race for nuclear weapons, then the terrorist attacks, teh war, the genocide, then the fear of nuclear terrorism, which is much worse than arms race.

What next for us? ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3988-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3945-DeathAngel-s-Blog Fri, 14 Dec 2007 22:07:30 GMT I am deeply troubled as a caring friend, and deeply offended.
For the past few weeks I have been tring to help out a friend of mine wo's been going through a huge stage of change, personality, style, everything pretty much, even friends.
Through my efforts, I wrote her a long email expressing how I felt (she was unavailable for a face to face talk or even phone) about this sudden change, it not only affected her past friends who were very close to her, but me as well. I hadn't realized that she was very thick-headed until now.
She mis-interpreted all that I said and simply told me "I don't care"
I went through I don't know how much to bring this to her attention, "your change is NOT for the best."

What can I do now? Nothing, she has pushed me to the edge, to where I cannot reach her, nor do I want to anymore.
The fact that I tried and failed stirs me the most.
Perhaps this was meant to be,
but I feel that my efforts were for nothing. I will not be there for her when she falls down on her knees and cries to whatever diety she praises.
I know I have to let go.
But I feel I have failed myself, and also her.
Her old friends let her go as did she them.
Now I am.
An old friend letting go.
She pushed me so far, that I show true disdain for her,
she's something I don't like, something I don't respect.
For trying to help her, she hung up on me, and started acting pissy towards me. Now being nice is easy, but slapping the truh in one's face is harder.
But I did that anyways.:crash:
Yet nothing reached her.
I realize, I care too much sometimes, I no that quite well.
But as a friend, she had not appreciated me as such, she left me in teh blue for so long recently, and yet I still appreciated her.
There was no reward for my actions, just the knowledge that a friend, a close one, who went through so much in the past, dropped me like a ticking time bomb, and when it blew, our friendship did. :flare:

questions I'm not sure how to answer, all I know is, I tried...
Are my actions justified, did I push her too much, did I do too much?
What wrong did I commit? ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3945-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3599-DeathAngel-s-Blog Fri, 09 Nov 2007 22:29:13 GMT I love writing, and most of what i write about is fantasy related, not so much realistic.
So I've begun a new story, set in the victorain are, or sometwhere near there.
Based on love. No vamps, no evil diddles, ornonesuch.
So I wanted to share an excerpt from it,
I'm not there yet, but I'm nto getting there,
it's getting to be really good as I go along, just difficult to string all together
and make it fit the the era. I really want the imagery to sound out from this.
It's nowhere near as easy as just writing it in peotry, I've realized.
I'm also changing it into a playwrite.
So hope for me/pray for me.

In other news, I've become officially hooked onto teh Cranberries, all their old stuff too. Love it to death, I haven't gotten sick of it yet.
My b-day is in app. 10 days!
Choco cake here I come!
So here's my excerpt and a littl poem at the bottom...

"My wish was to stroll through the rose garden. They were throned, but so beautiful. So there I was alone, enjoying the warm night. And there they were, by the wooden gate. Slowly kissing. I dare not intrude, so I ran. I ran far into the apple trees in the field and fell to my kness crying. My heart was constantly being stabbed and I couldn’t understand the reasoning for it. I had known they were somewhat fond of each other. So why were my tears continuously flowing. I felt childish for feeling that way. As if someone had stolen my dolly. I could take no more of these little chats, dances, and love all around (except to me). Why was there so much pain, why? Why, why did it hurt so much? Why"

A Love Never Held

Love shows no mercy to me.

For you see,

how alone I seem to be?

Not a bucket to catch thy tears,

no arms to hold, to ease thy fears.

No flowers, no rose, no loving words to speak,

only a heart to sit & rot & reek.

A penny, a pence,

no talk of love, just nonsense.

A simple corner, a scroll, & a pen,

left with a tiny window to get lost in.

A stab in the heart multiple times,

each & every moment the death clock chimes.

Soon there will be no more left,

& love is one I will always forget.

For it is the only feeling I've never let.


:bawling: :crash: ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3599-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3424-DeathAngel-s-Blog Wed, 17 Oct 2007 22:13:01 GMT Pitter patter, the rats all scatter. Squealing with excitement for meat. Their greedy little eyes glare at our flesh, my skin crawls as we watch... Pitter patter,
the rats all scatter.
Squealing with excitement for meat.
Their greedy little eyes glare at our flesh,
my skin crawls as we watch them mesh.
Not in a flock,
but in a crowding of millions.

Listen...as they scratch upon the door,
their little feet scraping the floor.

Death did not seem so bad,

until we encountered this.

Do you want to die now?

Then open the door, and they will give you death's kiss.

(scratch,scratch,scratch...)

A tribute to the halloween that is on our doorstep, or will be, depending upon how quickly you put your lights up,
I chose this poem cuz the other night, i was listening to a story on teh radio by Edgar Allen Poe, it's a shame they don't do radio shows anymore, i love them, (gunsmoke, 5 miunte mysteries, johnny dollar), anywho, the narration was wonderful and it scared the be-jesus outta me,
the men were stuck in a tower, surrounded by hungry rats, scratching at the door, staring at them thru the glass,
one of the men went crazy, the other had gotten an infection,
the other remained as camlm as possible,
they all got out,
the one man with the infection died,
the one that when crazy had killed himself weeks later (i think)
and the other was stuck in a nuthouse, forever thinking of rats,

so i had this sounds tuck in my head all day/night, "pitter patter"
it's creeped me out, so i wrote, i wrote and i wrote and when i stopped,
i just posted it up,

but now, there beady little eyes huant me when my eyes no longer see the light...

i gotta find some good scary stories to tell,

the one thing that interests me the most is what some people do at halloween, witches and wiccans, ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3424-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3251-DeathAngel-s-Blog Wed, 26 Sep 2007 21:02:18 GMT A Void Spirit
My heart beats though it's been dead for so long,
for tonight i weep as the dead sing this song.
A soul is not a soul without love that's not there,
so mine lay empty beneatht the shells I wear.
Loveless and alone, their bones rattle on,
"No more alive" they say in their dreaful song.
The clocks tick on throught my life,
not a lover, not a scent of passion , oh my what a trife!
So I am a ghost lost within the dark abiss,
from all the love gone amiss.
I greet the reaper of a thousand souls,
for my heart is nothing but an organ with holes.

odd thing is i really do have a hole near my heart, never close tho i had surgery on it when i was in the 1st grade i thunk?

a funny story goes w/ that, this latin kid told me to shutup during lunch one day, and i yelled to him no why don't you, kid flipped out got hisbuddies, ganged up on me and punched the lights outta me,
1st grade and already a tale to tell never forgotten, only bc i learned that i should think before i speak,
however, i don't i'e implied that upon myself lately, lol

biggest yapper in the world, some may have... ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3251-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3115-DeathAngel-s-Blog Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:22:24 GMT I'm having an 80s flashback this week,
"I'll stop the world and melt with you!"
"she'll be all night long!"
"Because I can't be with you..." sorry that's 90s
"Brass monkey, that funky monkey..."

You know, i look at all that awesome music and i'm thinkin, where'd it go?
it makes me sad, there's no more to listen to!
i mean what happened to that funky flavor. "summersummersummer time summertime" will smith back then the fresh prince,
"get off, 22 positions and a one night stand" so wrong, I love Prince tho,
and for some reason, he's oddly enough attractive, he's like johnny depp,
weird lookin, but you attracted to it,
(oh yeah that last essay i did, as so feminist and secist i no, that's why it's funny to me)

you know amy winehouse kinda brought back all that old school fel, i wanna do that one day,
just make a old school album a mix of rock and rap,
beastie boys, public enemy and all

Oh man, our theatre group is doing Ichabod Crane, it's a play about the craziness that goes on in his mind, he imagines people being possessed and turning into past witches or screwed up religious dudes, it's awesome, i ended being picked as a witch and an unintelligent mousy chicadee,
it's quite funny really,
we're competing against other theatre groups in VA,
so good luck to us,
we have to be ready by September 26,
we go to richmond and compete!

Yeah, I'm all hyped up bc of that.

So wish us look folks, I'm in for a hard 2 months of acting, working and memorizing unfortunately...let'g go! ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3115-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3101-DeathAngel-s-Blog Wed, 12 Sep 2007 20:34:57 GMT I needed help writing this essay, thanks to certain ppl, i'm not sure if it's any good so please, help out a yougin, it's a bit of something and very very opinionated...lol






We all feel something. It may be a touch of misery, a poke of bliss, or even a wittle sprinkle of zeal. Why or how do we feel this way? It always comes from something. Perhaps a kiss from your lover, or because someone made you feel isolated and unloved. We all have or sob stories, we all have our tales, so who feels it the most?
The last time I remember crying was because my moms had truly gotten on my nerves (as usual). I was having a huge mood swing day, and I wasn’t enjoying not a bit of it. My System of a Down CD was blasting through my ears and I felt my eyes go watery and all I could think of was, “Why in the hell am I crying?!” Well, we tend to get emotional and it gets to you like nothing else.
It’s a fact that we (chicks) are more susceptible to our emotions than dudes. When you’re in a relationship with a guy, you offer more than he does (and at times you won’t even know it). He’ll show interest in kissing, or getting touchy/flirty with you. Does he care? Whatever you do, don't expect me to answer that.
When we’re “beefing” with another chick, we flip out, we cuss someone out, or sometimes we just go straight to the “a** kicking” stage. Yeah guys get into too, but it’s for personal reasons, it ends up being a matter of pride, a hurt ego, or just to make them look good (in other words for their rep.)
Dudes are just 2 eyes and a pleasure wagon. But us, oh we’re much more complicated we’re 3 eyes and a pleasure wagon. And yes you can laugh at this but think about it. With 2 eyes you can see only oh so much, but with 3 you can see so much more (however there are those who choose to keep that 3rd eye closed). So now you know what New York meant when she said, “I know how he feels I can see it in my 3rd eye.” (referring to "I Love New York")
All you gotta do is look.

(2 words have been cut out for appropriate useage, lol, so sorry it doesn’t sound right at one point for me…) ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3101-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3053-DeathAngel-s-Blog Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:40:05 GMT "I Wish you were dead like me."

Ok, one of my close buddies told me about her whole relationship with this guy,
and it kinda depressed me, or how bout got me shiverin in my boots,
she's had a sort of crush on this guy for a while,
thing is, she tells me how much she likes the guy, and drives me nuts,
she's so afriad of being hurt again,
she doesn't even want to hear the word love spoken aloud,

first off i do my best to tell her what she can do,

but to hear her mention him likes he's a work of art is just, a wow factor,
she's speaking poetry to me nowadays,

he'll touch her and she'll get all gushy and girly...

i don't know if it really is love, i dunno how she can handle it all,

but it's got me on the edge of a cliff... ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?3053-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2928-DeathAngel-s-Blog Thu, 23 Aug 2007 16:08:58 GMT Marry me, marry me,
tell me you love me,
hold me so tender and sweet!

Slap me, kick me,
beat me till i'm dead,
cause ain't no way in hell you can have me to wed.

Kiss me, hug me,
make me feel good till i'm red,
just love me soft and sweet!

Who in the hell you think i am?
I ain't your dog,
I ain't Sam I am!

Touch me, caress me,
make good love to me,
just have me dear, love me so sweet!

I ain't your dog,
no bootycall,
so tell me why you still call?

No love is left,
and what we did I will forget,
I'm a woman sweet pea,
ain't nothin gets than me.







(Men may not know, but chics got some power, and we do have some bad
*** egos, sorry for my french, but it's true, don't push a woman,
don't get on her bad side, karma is a female dog ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2928-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2830-DeathAngel-s-Blog Mon, 13 Aug 2007 21:54:56 GMT PMSsing sucks, to those of you fellas who aren't as complicated and emotional as us chicadees, it does,
just saying, lol

I know, I'm young, so sometimes, i get those, i feel dark n depressed right now moments,
well, the theme for today is: my world is dying

Everything that i stand for, will never be seen, everything that runs through my mind will may never be put to action,

ok, besides that whole theory, there's this: My generation is a disgrace, i respect music for all it stand for, however most of the good in that music is dying, i'm a music slave, lover, follower, but to hear, "Her arse, that b&*&&/"
"Wanna make love to you" then hearing my friends, or every girl in the vicinity, sitting next me going, "Oh girl that's my song!"

It gets even better, we're young so we have the whole "puppy love" thing going on, well how can the puppy love ever happen if the only thing we have to pick from is a group of shallow, selfish, unhelpful tots, i no it's harsh, but hell 75% of those tots, fit that description and evern more unfortunately,
(You know, they don't change over time either, i've heard from the grapevine)
where the 25% are, i really don't know,
(one of the reasons why i'd rather go with orlando bloom)

well, that's mainly gal talk, is love the possible, or impossible?!

the rest i don't feel to great expressing right now,
but the good vs. evil, drunk, halarious, crappy world with wonderfully smelled chili dogs with a nice side of odl school rap (top that off with some guns n roses)
has been ruined,

i now realize,
the world sucks,
just like being on your period,


lol




The End


Sorrowful Regret

I've erased myself from time,

regretting all the things i have not done.

Not feeling the hot skin beneath your lips,
nor the feel of your eyes pearing into my heart.

Now which lies dead, and divided apart.

What I regret the most is how my demons took me captive,

and the passion I've never forgotten, has made me passive.

(this is as close as i can get to for an erotic feeling, oy vay) ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2830-DeathAngel-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2782-DeathAngel-s-Blog Mon, 06 Aug 2007 21:38:24 GMT At last i just finished the last book for the harry potter series, so many twists, so many turns, the last few chapters had me going nuts, i... At last i just finished the last book for the harry potter series,
so many twists,
so many turns,
the last few chapters had me going nuts,

i think it was well done,
coming from a "me kinda person", not a journalistic standpoint,
anywho, i have a tale to tell,
very real, and very pitiful:



Sunday afternoon,
I am thinking, thinking of all the thoughts that i had thought up in past years,
a pity i didn't publish them...
properly,
10 years of learning my place in this nasty little threshold,

i spent 2 years of not knowing how i truly felt,

too many distractions,
too many mouths speaking at one time,

it can drive you utterly nuts,

then the emotions, feeling a torturing yearn for this thing,
and a need for the other,
i never really controlled any of it, my urges, my hate, my anger, my love (that i assume never really existed),
i just,
let it all slide,

so what shall i do now,
slide on throughout life,

or pull the strings and end it all...






(oh yeah i just wrote this like 5 seconds ago, i like it...) ]]> DeathAngel https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2782-DeathAngel-s-Blog