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Not AfraidI am afraid.  
It has been a long time since I was afraid. Afraid of the night. Afraid to go to sleep.  What am I afraid of? Oh, I know. I don't live. I only exist and I am afraid I will die before I do more than exist. The only thing is; I don't know how.   
I am afraid.  I don't want to be. Fear causes you to go inside yourself. Like you put yourself in a hard shell and think you're protected there. Protected from life; from living life. But sometimes someone or something cracks your shell and you feel life and death  pouring in.   
I am afraid.  I am afraid that I will be alone in this life. I a Not Afraid
Cursed the LocksI lived life like I was looking for a lost set of keys  Walking in circles searching in the usual places  
Retracing my steps in my mind  Rechecking the same places hoping I missed something   
When I found the keys I would curse the locks  Every lock and every key led to the same places Cursed the Locks
ThoughtsThoughts. They are there, spinning and swirling, dividing and joining to form shapes, though I cannot make them out. The haze has set recognition just beyond my reach. I can sense the colors though…I think. It’s hard to tell anymore. Hard to be sure of anything. I think the thoughts are usually black, maybe shades of grey and blue, but perhaps I am making them that way. There is no white left – the white is long gone, if it was ever there. Sometimes I reach out to touch it, but it slips through my grasp. I then see its enticing scarlet tones for what they truly are – blood. Blood that drips down the fingers of my outstretc Thoughts
Things that make you go Hmm...Why do we drive on a parkway, yet park on a driveway?   
Why is the game "Monopoly" made by just one country?   
Why do we have Deja Vu?   
Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?   
What do you say if you're talking to God, and he sneezes?  
 
If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?   
How do "Do not walk on the grass" signs get there?   
How is it possible to have a civil war?(think about it)   
Why do hot dogs come 10 to a package and hot dog buns only 8?   
Why do you pay extra to get so Things that make you go Hmm...
An Excerpt From, "My Life"Christmas in New Mexico.  
 
Well, almost Christmas.   
 Our flight landed in Albuquerque at 7 the morning of Christmas Eve Eve Eve Eve. Aka three days before Christmas Eve. We were staying there for three days and then flying back home.   
 I was only 11 at the time, but morning has never been my friend. I looked like hell. My eyeliner was smudged and my already wrinkled Rolling Stones t shirt would have jumped an iron’s bones if it had seen one.  I stuck out like a sore thumb here. I was 5 foot with a baby face and not so baby brain.  
 
I had been into the alternative rock sc An Excerpt From, "My Life"
: : :I'm not sure what I'm doing here anymore.  Is there really a even point in staying?  I don't know who I'm writing this for.  Of course I do but they'll never see it.  I've been feeling ever so tired,  I think I may sleep for a while.  Maybe when I awaken there will be someone here.  No, there won't.  I don't know why I'm writing this at all.  Of course I do, but I'll still say I don't.  Lying to myself seems like the best thing to to now.  I think I may go to bed now.  My stomach feels upset.  Whatever happened to everyone anyway?  I guess they all got tired too.  Mayb : : :
DepressionI'm ceasing to function as a normal human, as some one who I once was and recognised. I'm no longer happy or able to enjoy myself. I've turned into this person who is sad all the time, wants to cry but doesnt want people to know how I associate nearly everything with something sad or depressing, wants to help people but is afraid of pulling them down. Is this depression I'm suffering or is it part of the cycle? The horrible aftermath or the terifying begining.  A few friends have noticed how I'm feeling and asked if I'm ok but my answer is always "Yes" while I know I should say "I will be eventually" and I'm screaming inside "No!". Why c Depression
On Our Own - SP - 9Stan woke up before everyone else. He turned to see the Kyle sleeping in the bed next to him. For some reason he noticed Kyle was cuter than ever. Stan smiled blushing. He walked over to the bed to see his son in Kyle's arms. Jason started to wake up. He looked at Stan curiously. "Hey Jason...hehe..Your so cute." Jason smiled reaching out for his dad. Stan grabbed his son. He was holding him in his arms. Jason smiled and laughed at his dad. Then he reached for his dads face. "Dont worry daddy's here...." Stan said letting Jason hold his fingers. Then Jason yawned. "Oh your still tired...I but your hungry." Stan got up to get Jason's baby food On Our Own - SP - 9
Meeting Ody -Narrative-As I open the car door and get out, eyes flashing nervously, I feel my muscles pull – tighter, tighter, too tight – until I begin to shake uncontrollably. My teeth clench and I push the shaking somewhere else: into my haunches, where it sits like a frightened dog in a thunderstorm.  
Cody opens the door and walks out, greeting me and raising his arms out away from his side (in a hug?).  
I stand sideways awkwardly and size him up, tail wagging slowly, cautiously. He has a soft face with the beginning of ‘scruff’ on his chin, and his brown hair curls in front of his face. He is skinny, I realize, and when he lower Meeting Ody -Narrative-
Devins Childhood days lastNow this part will tell you on the day Devin was taken from his family, its sad and true.   It was Devin's 10th birthday and everyone was all at the parety area to celebrate it with him. It was going to be a awsome birthday till not for a explosion came out.  Everyone looked and saw what caused it.  A evil group of Humans ann stormed out and called out their Pokemons and caused chaos all over the city.  And if that wasnt worse, they started to captured all of teh civilans in teh city even Devins friends. His family managed to escape but Devin tried to get to them but he was caught by the humans and was Devins Childhood days last
HauntingThis pain turns my head. So harmful yet it's been out of ny grasp for about a year. Thinking of it brings tears to my eyes and my arms around myself. Everything will always pass in a blur and the world will become the sinister place I can't take anymore. Those lasting laughter haunts my mind, echoing in the creases of my mind. Light is hard to find this place. I want something to take away this. Take away this haunting. This neverending torture that consticted me slowly like a snake.  
 You wouldn't think this would hurt, but it does. Oh, it does so much. Only few things can erase this pain for a while, and make me smile. Someday I Haunting
destination ark pt 2roxy's apartment-westopolis-time:8:30am destination ark pt 2
my lonesomeIt was cold outside.   
I remember looking into the sky and seeing my breath mist in midair, drifting ahead of me like a veil of death.   
The moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by a whole plethora of stars.   
They twinkled and winked down at me, inviting me to walk further.   
I did.   
The snow crunched beneath my feet, simple sneakers holding me above surface of the waist height powder.   
A huff of air hung around my head, as I withdrew the white cylinder from between my lips.   
Belmont smooths.   
I hadn’t had a smoke since yesterday morning, and the my lonesome
The love that caught us
Ways to heal a broken heart1.  Write your anger anywhere you can.  There is no need to go with well-written modern poetry.                       "Dear J. ,                               Fuck you."    can do pretty well.  2.  Dance the night away and wear that skirt he said was too short (you know, the one he said you looked like a prostitute with, once, when he was drun Ways to heal a broken heart
The Great Journey 2-2*revision: the Great Fushiki the Fox demon has come to aid and protect Sword, but what does Sword have to do with the B.A.'s plans*   
Fushiki: Onis Hannah what are you hiding   
Raphael: it sounds funkie but it has a meaning... a term or something.....   
*they keep looking through the Overlord's library, and Alex gets a theory*   
Alex: maybe....just maybe....his roots may help!...fushiki you know him more than us anything can be helpful  
 
Fushiki: well his past is a little foggy but I remember that his mother was a Black Cobra about 100ft and his father is a mystery to me, but .....!! do The Great Journey 2-2
Test ResultsMy Personality Disorder Results   
Disorder | Rating  Paranoid: High  Schizoid: Moderate  Schizotypal: Moderate  Antisocial: High  Borderline: Very High  Histrionic: Low  Narcissistic: High  Avoidant: High  Dependent: High  Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate Test Results
Sin palabras.- ¿Vas a decir algo?- preguntó ella con tono triste y voz baja.   
Los pensamientos de él eran fugaces, un tren de ideas sin aclarar, pensaba en comenzar a odiarla y se reía de si mismo al saber que le era imposible. Luego se quedaba nadando en la idea de agradecerle todo lo vivido, los momentos de felicidad y el tiempo que ella le dedicó, pero cuando sus palabras iban a ser arrojadas, suaves suspiros le enredaban la lengua y le borraban su discurso. Ideas inciertas de correr entre la nada asomaban por sus ojos, y él, aguantando las lágrimas escondía su mirada en cualquier objeto insignificant Sin palabras.
AlexAnd her name could burn into my skin, the way it has burned into my soul. And I would feel no pain.   
I have a story to tell you. It is not fairytale, nor a horror. It is a story of life… of love… of being everything to one person.   
Her name is Alexandra, it’s a name I will love for the rest of my given days. And beyond. So Alex is a girl, she in high school. Nothing all that exciting.   
To you   
You see Alex is my best friend. She’s my soul mate. She’s my everything. Sure guys will come and go. But Alex could be 10 thousand miles away, and I would be able to say her name i Alex
When life gives you apples...When you feel a little down  When life begins to hurt  When your face is a frown  When happyness reverts   
ok. thats it, thats the end. the end of the poem, I'm kind of sick of all this at the moment and I don't have the concentration to write, as you can see by this crappy excuse for poetry. I ran three clicks from a movie theatre to my house, for no reason. I have never been able to run that far in my life and I'll probably never run like that again. I guess its the stone age evolution, when stress hits build up adrenaline for flight or fight, Flight in my case. But this is ridiculous.   
I feel like cryi When life gives you apples...
Transformers ROTF reviewPlus a rant. Now, there will be spoilers.   
First off, it wasn't that bad. Usually, when the G Wunners say it sucks, does anyone take their word for it?   
God. There's no pleasing them.   
TF 1- Not enough action nor screen time for the Autobots= It sucks.  
 
TF 2- That mistake is fixed= It sucks.  
 
TF 1- Too many childish jokes= It sucks.  
 
TF 2- More Adult jokes= It sucks.  
 
TF 1- Starscream acts little like his G1 counterpart= It sucks.  
 
TF 2- Starscream acts everything like his G1 counterpart= It sucks.  
 
TF 1- Peter Cullen voices Optim Transformers ROTF review
RadicalRadical Feminist Quotes  From MensactivismWiki   
"The nuclear family must be destroyed... Whatever its ultimate meaning, the break-up of families now is an objectively revolutionary process." -- Linda Gordon   
"I feel that 'man-hating' is an honorable and viable political act, that the oppressed have a right to class-hatred against the class that is oppressing them." -- Robin Morgan, Ms. Magazine Editor.   
"I haven't the faintest notion what possible revolutionary role white hetero- sexual men could fulfill, since they are the very embodiment of reactionary- vested-interest-power. But then, I have great d Radical
Writer's Block              Hello, my options are scarce—so I have found yet another far-fetched idea for solving my insane and tormenting mess of a block problem.  A little site actually told me—“You should write about your writer’s block.” And that it “may solve your problems to do so.”  
    
                As goofy and boring as that seems, I’m bordering near the lines of desperate here.  
       &nbs Writer's Block
Its just the way it is.Have you ever;  Cut off all trust with another human being?   
It’s an empty feeling, really, to make yourself cynical. To actually hate. To not confide in anyone aside from a possible household pet. It’s unhealthy for the mind, too. This burning disliking eats away at the other emotions, putting negative images into them, imprinting that pain into it. So when you feel happy about something, that memory sends you hurtling straight back into that dark place and you refuse to fight it because you think it’s won. That is its goal; to make you hurt, to kill you on the inside so you constantly have to endure that corr Its just the way it is.
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