When Times are hard
Keep pushing through
Keep holding on
When you feel down
Stand still and think about it
Rest and pray
Sleep with your thoughts
Ignore your troubles
Keep in control...
On the brightest sunny day
You can feel so out of touch
Just keep going...
You'll be fine...
Sad, out of touch
Lonely, can't see straight
In a haze, I want to fall
Just keep going...
You'll be fine...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Vent Letter
Ok... I cant express in words what to put in this box. You have NO idea how hard this is to accept. Goodbye. We COULD have been friends longer. But you HAD to kick me while I was down. I wish you luck in life. Have a great summer...
Do you enjoy scaring me or giving me pain? Do you enjoy the fact that my friends ALL HATE you now? Do you enjoy the fact that for being one of the MOST charasmatic people EVER, you have no social skills? Do you realize that I have morals that you of all people lack?
My parents, my brothers, my close friends, the people you met through me, and the rest all dislike you for what you're doing to me. I dont know how you do it... But you seem to kick me RIGHT as i fall. Of course after you push me down. Now apperently, by your doing, the whole town of meriden wants to KILL me?! Right... Thats just your pot-head friends and drinking pals.
As I have said before. We both have a LOT of growing up to do. In each of us different places. More in some spots less in others, but we stiil have to nonetheless. Good luck with your game. Good luck with life... Good luck when your dad finally finds out that his little boy is a drinking, pot smoking, backstabber. And to the pastor's son no less... Have a great summer.
Do you enjoy scaring me or giving me pain? Do you enjoy the fact that my friends ALL HATE you now? Do you enjoy the fact that for being one of the MOST charasmatic people EVER, you have no social skills? Do you realize that I have morals that you of all people lack?
My parents, my brothers, my close friends, the people you met through me, and the rest all dislike you for what you're doing to me. I dont know how you do it... But you seem to kick me RIGHT as i fall. Of course after you push me down. Now apperently, by your doing, the whole town of meriden wants to KILL me?! Right... Thats just your pot-head friends and drinking pals.
As I have said before. We both have a LOT of growing up to do. In each of us different places. More in some spots less in others, but we stiil have to nonetheless. Good luck with your game. Good luck with life... Good luck when your dad finally finds out that his little boy is a drinking, pot smoking, backstabber. And to the pastor's son no less... Have a great summer.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Untitled (Fine Arts?)
Birds of a feather flock together
Birds of mockery and deceit
Birds of hell and torment
Birds of evil design
Hell hath no furry like a man in rage
Hell doesn't hold a candle to people in a haze
Drunk in his own desires
Slowly he fades into fires
Higher he flies
The lower he falls
He's standing on the edge
He's looking down
He wants to jump!
He does...
He hits hard
He stumbles
To his feet
He climbs back up
Just to fall again
Back to his friends he still has fallen
Back to the life he always wanted
Back to back his worlds collide
A pastors son, he takes his life
Heaven or hell...
No one can tell...
Raised up right
Felt so wrong
They say "Your Future's bright!"
He's been holding on FAR too long
Away from his friends
Away from his fam'
Away from the god that's holding on to him
Extraordinary love
Extraordinary life
Extraordinary death...
Extraordinary god.
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