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From my time to my children's i live and Die. Day to day i beg for more, plead for help and cry for forgiveness. When death finally approaches i lie motionless knowing that he comes for only one this night. I know unavoidable, i know nothing of beyond. I want to cry out my sorrows, weep for my pain yet none comes. Now i pass from the hands of mine to the hands of the world. May they do what they will, for no mercy will find my soul, my life, the essence of my mind. to my friends far well and to my lovers i bid you my last kiss
i want to find my self
looking beyond
peeping at the others desires
i want to know
i realy want to know
what you are thinking beyond those eyes
Do you see me
am i yours
do i exist or am i Air
can i find my way
or am i lost
oh why, why cant you tell me
to just go away
deny my feelings
tell me that i am wrong
then i can just slip away
i, i want to walk my path
with no remorse
but every thing just comes back to you
so please just tell me to go away
then i
i can live in my fantasy
and not in this hell you have made for me
my heart just can not stand it
my eyes staring into yours
looking for that sweet relief only you can give
please be my medicine wake me up from your hell
dont hold me in your arm i dont want your tears
so dont take mine from me and just say goodbye
Even if i said no more
I would still come back to you
Its just my nature, that i love to be with you
Why cant any one hold me or talk to me
Just like we used to
Now i cant see tomorrow
and its just like i said
Even if i said no more
I would still come back to you
Its just my nature, that i love to be with you
Why cant any one hold me or talk to me
Just like we used to
Now im lost in my sea of word
searching for the right thing to say
so i hope
Even if you said no more
you would come back to me
Its just in your nature to be in love with me
Now why cant i hold you and talk to you
Just like i used to
Dont you still love me any more?
I wish i was still with you maybe you could make sense of my heart and word, but for now i bleed on
one more day & one more tear
one more month my new hair
one more year i am gone
one more life i let go
I look through threw the dusty window
is there any one still here
i am alone with my thoughts
then i realize
one more day & one more tear
one more month my new hair
one more year i am gone
one more life i put out
i wipe the dust off the cushens
pull the sheet off the t.v.
It's been so long i forgot
just how much we had
now that your gone i am sad
once i was hurt that you were
leaving me for him
then i realized
just one more day was way to long
one more month you where hurt
one more year the tears where coming down
& one more life the kids didnt see
i think i found the love of my life
i seen here there walking by the soda machine
i couldn't control my self & i started to whistled real loud
she turned around and started walk toward me
i started to stumble back but it was to late
she walked right up said hey there boy you looking at me
well i noticed you to and your looking real fine
why don't you say we get out the heat
i know a little place just down the street
i said sure sound real good why don't we get a little treat
wile we are down there, maybe we will split a Sunday
then Monday came and it was all over
she left real quick without word
left me standing there by the door
with a cup of coffee and a kiss on the cheek
i wonder if ill ever see her again
Then one hot summer day i was leaning up against a fence
i seen here walking by the soda machine
I couldnt control my self & i whistled real loud
So hello every one its been a while since ive last been seen or posted any thing, mostly due to being sick & school. But over these last few weeks of being bed ridden i have been doing one thing, Reading lost of reading 6 novels in fact a few more that that if you count the couple of weeks befor this last bought of sickness which would bring the total to 10 in 4 weeks. Lets just say i didnt do any thing but read. the names of these novels are The saxon stories by bernard cronwell, the old kingdom by garth nix & the Sea of Trolls by nanncy farmer. All of which are great novels to read, they are what would be considered Historical fantasy & the saxon stories being historical fiction. I dont want to give away any of the stories you can easily google/yahoo/bing..ext.. for more about them. it may be possible to make the saxon series and the old kingdom seires avalible to you on an individual basis if your interested PM me.
Tags: Books Novels Bored
In my dreams was I saw a little girl all alone.
I went to go help the girl, I bent down to pick her up and a man appeared in front of me. I looked up at him he was wearing a black trench coat. His face was a little pale and hard to see because of the darkness, he smiled at me. I got scared I grabbed the little girls hand and started running with her to the house that was about a block away from me, he slowly started to walk towards us. I got half way to the driveway when something grabbed my hair and pulled me to the ground. I tried to get up but I couldn't I was stuck on the ground because a foot was now on my chest holding me down when I looked to see who it was it was the man. The porch light turned on and the little girl ran to the old man that opened the door... I tried to scream but nothing came out and he just picked me up and threw me into the fence, he appeared in front of me so fast & began to beat me until I couldn't move anymore, laying on the ground limp and hurt he
Finally decided to stop and bent down to look into my face. I looked at him scarred to death trying to ask him why, why is he hurting me like this, he kissed me & ran his hand down my neck feeling for my pulse... then he put his lips to my neck & bite. Someone appeared in the entrance of the house, just standing there, he looked up at the person and starred then he disappeared. I could not see the man's face I was just too tired. I just felt like going to sleep, my eyelids started to feel heavy & finally they closed. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with things poking into me. I guess I was…I was beat up pretty bad. I began to look around and was startled. The man in the trench coat was sitting in the chair, in a dark corner away from the sun. He smiled at me and said, "I could make the pain go away if you like." He stood up and walked to my bed. I could not move my head was throbbing with pain; he grabbed me by my neck. I started kicking and scratching at his hands but it was no use. This is it I thought, "This is how I am going to die being chocked by someone that thinks I did something that I did not even know." I started to cry, his smile widening across his face "how does It feels to die," he asked as he shook me & tossed me to the side . I leaned up, hand shooting to my neck. I was Bleeding from where he scratched me." Smells good" He said as he walked towards me, I closed my eyes and prepared for the worst. covering my head with my arms & closed my eyes. I was surprised when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders, ripping the wire off my body with one hand & holding me tight with the other . He started to walk toward the window and chuckled " be prepared we are 10 stories up." My eyes widened as he started to run at the window. I screamed as loud as I could and saw person come run into the door way and stood there in horror as the man holding me jumped through the glass. We fell so fast I couldn't breathe. We landed on the ground perfectly fine, but we left a large impression on impact to the sidewalk. He started to run again, it was not running thou it was almost as if we were flying though time and space. Things seemed to rush by us so fast, making me sick. When he came to a stop, we were in front of a mansion. He set me down on my feet and pulled me along. I struggled against his grip but there was no use, he was just too strong to fight. He entered the house and walked me up the stairs and into a room at the end of the hall. He then closed the door and locked it, I looked around and saw that there was a fire place and a king size bed with silk red blankets. I walk further into the room when I saw a huge bathroom, I saw a window and ran to it I was high up but I might just be able to get out. I thought a moment then ran back to the door and pressed my ear against it. I could not hear much but from what I could hear, it sounded as if there was someone fighting. I heard footsteps and quickly ran to the bed and tore the blankets off it. I then ran into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the bedroom door open and then some more footsteps coming closer. I locked the door and then looked around for something to put in front of it. When I spotted a white dresser, I pushed it against the door. There was a knock and I said, "Hold on." I had to pry the window open with some utensils that were in the bathroom. I tied the blankets together and then tied it to the doorknob. "Open up now" boomed a voice from the room; they pounded hard on the door.
"We have to get her out of there now she's trying to get out," said the voice, "you kick the door down now" came the voice again. I threw the blankets out the window grabbed a hold of them and took a deep breath. I jumped out and slid down the blanket very fast. I heard a crashing noise, then some yelling. I looked up and saw that another man was leaning out the window. "Get back here now," he screamed. I started running to the fence when I heard a door open. I learned never look back in horror movies because it just tends to slow you down. So I kept running straight, keeping my eyes in front of me. I jumped over the fence and started down the hill. I ran into a black car and opened the door & slid in closing the door and buckling up. I looked over at the driver and said GO, She looked at me as if I was crazy which I would not blame her right now, I was probably insane. She was wearing all leather suit with tight pants, boots that go up to her knees and a leather coat with a black shirt underneath. She stuck her sunglasses on and hit the gas, the car jerked forward. I looked back behind us and saw that the man was now standing in the middle of the road glaring at the car. I turned back around and started to calm down when something jumped in front of us.
The Dream Has Ended Please Wake Up.
Will Rogers, who died in a plane crash with Wylie Post in 1935,
>>>>> was probably the greatest political sage this country has ever known.
>>>>> Enjoy the following:
>>>>>
>>>>> 1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.
>>>>>
>>>>> 2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.
>>>>>
>>>>> 3. There are 2 theories to arguing with a woman...neither works.
>>>>>
>>>>> 4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
>>>>>
>>>>> 5. Always drink upstream from the herd.
>>>>>
>>>>> 6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
>>>>>
>>>>> 7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it
>>>>> back in your pocket.
>>>>>
>>>>> 8. There are three kinds of men: The ones that learn by reading.
>>>>> The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee
>>>>> on the electric fence and find out for themselves.
>>>>>
>>>>> 9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes
>>>>> from bad judgment.
>>>>>
>>>>> 10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd, take a look back every
>>>>> now and then to make sure it's still there.
>>>>>
>>>>> 11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin'
>>>>> it back.
>>>>>
>>>>> 12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he
>>>>> started roaring. He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot
>>>>> him. The moral:
>>>>> When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.
>>>>>
>>>>> ABOUT GROWING OLDER...
>>>>>
>>>>> First ~ Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying
>>>>> about your age and start bragging about it.
>>>>>
>>>>> Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in
>>>>> line for.
>>>>>
>>>>> Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I
>>>>> want people to know 'why' I look this way. I've traveled a long
>>>>> way and some of the roads weren't paved.
>>>>>
>>>>> Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to
>>>>> youth, think of Algebra.
>>>>>
>>>>> Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries
>>>>> up or leaks.
>>>>>
>>>>> Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to
>>>>> the top.
>>>>>
>>>>> Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is
>>>>> that it is such a nice change from being young.
>>>>>
>>>>> Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day
>>>>> has been.
>>>>>
>>>>> Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
>>>>>
>>>>> Tenth ~ Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks,
>>>>> it was called witchcraft. Today it's called golf
>>>>>
>>>>> And finally ~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't
>>>>> have anything to laugh at when you're old.
>
An old country preacher had a teenage son, and it was
getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing
a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn't really
know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too
concerned about It.
One day, while the boy was away at school, his father
decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room
and placed on his study table four objects: a Bible, a
silver dollar, a bottle of whisky, and a Playboy magazine.
"I'll just hide behind the door," the old preacher said to
himself, "when he comes home from school this afternoon,
I'll see which object he picks up. If it's the Bible, he's
going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that
would be! If he picks up the dollar, he's going to be a
businessman, and that would be okay, too. But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be. And worst of all, if he picks up that magazine he's gonna be a skirt-chasin' bum."
The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's
footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for
his room. The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he
turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the
table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect
them.
Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm.
He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his
pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink while he admired this month's centerfold.
"Lord have mercy," the old preacher disgustedly whispered,
"he's gonna run for Congress!".
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