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Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle I Limbo preppy girls
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind Homophobics
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow Creationists
Circle IV Rolling Weights Rednecks
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled River Styx Punk Rockers
Circle VI Buried for Eternity River Phlegyas Republicans
Circle VII Burning Sands Racists
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement annoying percussionists, male chuvanists
Circle IX Frozen in Ice Design your own hell
STOP THE VIOLENCE THE STORY OF A SCHOOL SHOOTING
By Christianna M. G.
stop the violence
write it in blood on the floor
hold two fingers up in the air
victory is ours
one tear can make the difference
shut up
keep quiet
all those words hurt
scream out
nothing is too bad to yell
we all want the silence
but not the kind that is broken
by the tears of a girlfriend
the shout of a best friend
the scream of a victim
the words of a false slayer
because all they ever wanted
was to be loved
but no one saw it in their hidden eyes
the pain
the fear
the anger
the insanity
that radiated off of their crouched body
as people passed
or turned away
as if there was no one there
everyone is not invisible
we are all seen and heard
but some don’t look
others don’t listen
and some just cry
some just scream
and one sits alone
watching
waiting
for the day
they can hold two fingers in the air
and just scream
victory
for eternity
while the weeping of the children
echoes through their crooked mind
and a confused angel
stares into their open eyes
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Monday, October 10, 2005
You know, when you think about it, while silence is golden, SHOUTING IS FUN!!!!
Also, the whole Jesus-beard thang aint working for ya. remember:
JESUS SHAVES!!!
Praise God.
Amen and all that.
Posted at 02:24 pm by Loraxphobic
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Wednesday, October 05, 2005
A level mind; a heavy crown
Cascades of water pouring down
The last words and then the frown
Of someone who didn't want it all.
No matter what the people say
It wasn't what they thought that day
All the world's in disarray
Since he took that killing fall.
A chilling day, down to the bone
"The choice to live is all your own,"
And so he died, but not alone
He wanted to move on.
His mother cried, his dad blamed me
For "feeding him all that debris"
About his friends and enemies
So I left at dawn.
The sunrise didn't stop the rain
Stinging words provided pain
I ached for him to come explain
But I know he's left.
Sometimes I wish that I were dead
Knowing that my heart has bled
So much I should go right ahead
But stealing life's still theft.
My ears are cursed with his last sigh
As a sea fell from the sky
While he laughed, I had to cry
I thought I meant that much.
Why he ran away so fast
Is something not supposed to last
A note explaining never passed
Into my hands' tight clutch.
All I know is that he seemed
To know exactly what he dreamed
And what was planted, wrong or schemed
He always saw the light.
He whispered a final prayer
To me before he took to air
And left a place were few friends care
For him, I guess it's right.
His last kiss came suddenly
All his love poured into me
He sealed it up and threw the key
Into my locked mind.
Since he left, I want to see
Why on Earth he gave up me
For a world he'd never seen
But they say that love is blind.
So I wait until the day
My mortal life gets thrown away
So I can ask him why he stayed
So far away from home.
We can walk on Mystic Shore
Laughing as the ocean roars
Watching seagulls swoop and soar
As we are touched by the soft foam.
I'll tell him all the things I missed
His laughing and his chocolate kiss
And then we'll fade into the mist
And let the lovers dance.
A boy, a girl, just one old song
Dance about and sing along
To a bit about what wasn't wrong
"But, please, leave it all to chance."
Posted at 02:06 pm by Loraxphobic
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Tuesday, October 04, 2005
haven't changed one bit
you often posed the same question in your rant
but i think there are better questions to ask
why do u seem to take so many aspects of life as a threat, like it's somehow unfair to you?
I can't help but feel that because of your negative attitude towards life in general you take it out on people who are seemingly happy or blissful
two things you can't seem to have
stop blaming your troubles on everyone else, living life with a cynical and pessimistic view of everything
if your almost never nice
how do u expect people to be nice to you?
no matter what you think, we all come into this world with a box of crayons, and whether you get the eight or thirty six path, it does not change the fact that you can make something beautiful out of either
so stop blaming your life on other people
stop being pathetic
and learn to take life into your own hands to do what you want with it
really, life's just a playground
so have some fun
Posted at 03:12 pm by Loraxphobic
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Monday, October 03, 2005
Why is it that THEY always have someone there to back them up?
Why do THEY get to have all the fun?
How come the teachers like THEM because they're crazy, but not me because I'm respectful?
What do THEY have that I don't, aside from stunning beauty?
Why do THEY get all the attention?
Who do THEY think they are?
Where do THEY even come from, outer space?
Why do the teachers ask me why I'm so quiet, and not THEM for being so loud?
How come THEY get to be surrounded by other people, while I shoulder my way through the crowd?
Why do I have to try to be unique, when THEY are considered fabulous for all being the same?
What is it that makes THEM better than me?
How come this isn't what it's supposed to be, with all of THEM arround?
Why does HE think SHE is so great, when he's never even talked to her since she's one of THEM?
Posted at 06:15 pm by Loraxphobic
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All she ever wanted
was to leave him behind.
Now I can't help but wonder:
is he crying tonight?
Is his sister wondering why
her brother's locked away?
and then, maybe she'll see
the shattered frame of the photograph
with that girl's pretty face smiling back
dark hair twirling in the breeze
as she smiles and her blue eyes sparkle.
And he thought that she was so happy
and he was so lucky,
but then again, I guess luck runs out
sometimes...
and all she ever wanted
was to leave my boy to cry.
Now I can't help but wonder:
will he drop dead with grief
or use me again for some relief?
I'm so in love with him
no matter how hard I try
and it gets worse and worse every day.
it doesn't matter if he hits me
turns me loose again
tells me that I should stop following him
but the way his voice sounds
like he's joking makes me
wonder if it's okay for me to pretend
that he's all mine.
and all she ever wanted
was to leave my boy to die.
Posted at 01:27 pm by Loraxphobic
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Saturday, October 01, 2005
what someone is begins to reveal itself as their talent diminishes- when he stops showing what he can do. So talent is a piece of finery; and finery is just a hiding place
Posted at 08:56 pm by Loraxphobic
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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Bright Eyes: sorry, but still pretty good
"Ship In A Bottle"
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
and fixes all of life's mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
the only place that you feel safe
I wanna be your shower in the morning
that wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I'm just the weather against your window
as you sleep through a winter's dream
Something's churning the earth
Something's stirring the sky.
Every color at once in a column of light.
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide
The worm in my heart is the apple of your eye.
Don't adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
If we knew how it worked we would have to grow old.
Something's eating at you,
wakes you up in the night
If you're digging the past
who knows what you'll find
Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide
and you're holding your breath
for the rest of your life
Don't you love what is intangible
I have built this ship in a wine bottle
but if you knew who I was
you would never grow old
Posted at 04:56 pm by Loraxphobic
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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Help.
PLEASE.
Writing story; need song lyrics. Strange, but true.
Help if ya can, bro.
danke.
CMG
Posted at 07:17 pm by Loraxphobic
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Friday, September 23, 2005
4:20, 5:00, 6:30, 7:10, 8:40, 9:20, 10:50, 11:30
Posted at 01:00 pm by Loraxphobic
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Thursday, September 08, 2005
The bells play the band
Posted at 12:39 pm by Loraxphobic
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