my story never ends.
as long as time is

you probly wont see this for a long time....maby not owell.....
*plays in my head
** elizabeth
***KATE (it bites so i had to have 3 stars)
twich
5
14
15
17*
22*
30*
40
46*
48**
51
52**
54
63***
75**
86 (sad song) but good
89**
90*
94**
100*
103 104
139*
142* and ***
144
145** (listen to the way the tone is just somthing about it)
151** (just somthing i had to put in here) *no offence to anyone*
153*
162
165***
166***
175*
188
195***

Every one continues to ask me why
why did i cut my hair
why did i join the marines.
why do i date her.
why did i dump her.
why im i such an ass

people just dont dig deep enough...
they just are to shalow to get some things.
my answer lies in your question.
when you know what your asking
you will know my answer.

ok lets see
new playlist
20
51
59
82

60
and 59

they where my first them songs...
well
more 60 than anything....

it was who I was
everythng.gess i kindda moved on from that...
yet...
i still have a fondness for the song....

songs that i catch myself singing to

no rest
43
152
39
42
114
163
185
17
20
twichits
4
51
75
100
103
142
145
153
about a man
well il save that for later
7
10
22

143
lost?
Something I wonder about every day.
Iam I lost?
Yet Im still here.
Still around.
Still torn.
Yet still happy with some things.
Some say you cant find things that cant be found till your lost.
If Im lost what Im I looking for.
OR what Im I suposed to find?
Or is it there in fount of me and i just dont see it.
And yet I still fly with my broken wings.

Torn

A story Of a person.
Torn betwine himself and himself.
Torn betwine the thoughts in his head.
The pain of being a torn person.
Unbarible.
The pain of being one.
Uncontrolable.
The pain of being me.
Just somthing I live with.
Something every one thinks they know about.
They have no clue about me.
Only 2 people know me.
Only 2 people know beacuse they know what its like.
The monster on the inside.
Craling benith the skin.
Waiting to get out.
Wanting to get out.
MY personal demon.
MY scars.
MY life.
Torn

43 on this one

69 on no rest*

and for some one if they still have a glint of hope
165 on no rest



I havent been dying all these days.
I just wasing living my life to the fullest.
Just trying to keep myself so broken.
So fractured.
So hurt.
Yet.
Its not like that anymore.
Somthing changed.
I havent zoned out in almost 2 months.
I havent had too terible dreams.
I fianly got a full nights sleep.
The frist in 3 years.
Lifes better somwhat.
Yet im still scared.
The monster still lurks in the darkness.
My demon.
The emptyness that makes me fractured

somthing i think about

do you ever think your the good guy trying to be the bad guy
or the bad guy pretending to be the good guy

just something

War
I find it kindda funny.
WE all go to war for the dumbest reasion.
It may be not to kill some one.
Yet in some way we all go to war.
Yet when we go to real war for good reasions.
No one will stand behind you.
Thats why you have to be the best you cant be.
The person no one knows.
Then they fear you.
Then you know what its like.

The story from my dreams.


He always stood apart from the others.
Drawn to the back corenor of the rooms.
Rarely slept.
Yet always sleep curled in a ball.
He never said much, yet when he talked every one listened..
He would always go fro long walks outta boredom.
He was only entertained when there was bullets whizzing past his head.
H never asked for help.
He was always the first one into battle and the last one out.
He was always the last to eat.
He was always the one that did something dangerous just to save some one.
no one knew much about him. Just that he was the one person every one could count on.
The only person that gave everything and asked for nothing.

That day he died.
It was a dark day.
Every one had that fealing that sothing bad was going to happin.
Just no one knew what it was going to be.
He was shot saving his men.
The only thing he said he knew how to do right.

His last words were.
In my pocket you will find every thing you need to know.
Yet you will still know nothing.

In his pocket was 2 peaces of paper.
one was a letter addressed and ready to send.
It had a name on it.

The other peace of paper was folded not sealed like the letter.
It said.
Stamp the letter and send it do not open it.
Send my body home.
They will know what to do.
Only remember what I did not who I was.
"it is not the life that you live but what do do in life that matters."
The day will come when you know what I mean.
Also don't be sad at my death.
life goes on and so shall yours.
The end.
Or was it?

Just sometimes i wonder.
ITs kindda wired you and me.
just somthings.
its kindda like we where made for each other?
just a thought

the question is not where was I
nor where will I go.
but where Iam i now

I no longer look back on my past.
it is gone.
never to come back.
yet i know it will still shape me for tomaorw.

In darkness I see things clearly.
In darkness I know everything.
In darkness the peace is unserpased.
In darkness I fight.
In darkness I live.
In darkness I call it my home.
In Darkness I rest.

I always said i would never loo for any religion or faith.
yet i still had me opinions.
yet faith/religion did not find me.
i gess i foiund it.

the world crumbs around me.
the sky falls.
yet one wishes to hold it all together.
the thin strand holding the sky up.


I will continue to hold the world together as long as im.




if you know the question.

179



I hold the weight of the world on my sholders.
Constantly fixing every ones problems.
Just being the pillar for every one to lean on.
Just one more person in this fucked up world.
Just some one that hears everything.
Just some one that trys to change things.
Just on more hole in the ground when its all gone and over.
Just a person.
Just one more lost soul looking for a home.
just some one that never knows anything yet knows all.
Being right is a berden most dont know.
I hate it.
Just hate knowing everything.
Just hate knowing everything about people with out knowing.

The cool lake lapping its waves over my feet.
the warm sand of the beach.
The cool breeze.
the sun slowly rising over the horizon.
That fealing everthing is allright.
Just siting here watching the sun rise.


anyways new theame song i think
fly from the inside. by shinedown
or
101

15 gose with last one
ish
well
more like 148

94
155 156
140

run with the wind blowing behind you.
run far from here.
leave the peaces on the floor and move on.

a wise man once said
you can spend minutes hours days weeks Evan months over analyzing the situation trying to put the peaces back to together, justifying what could have happened...or you can leave the peaces on the floor and move the fuck on.

he also said
some other things but owell i cant remember

The man

The man that walked in darkness.
He knew not about the darkness around him.
I was just a path that he walked.
yet he respected that darkness that serounded him.
This dark path he walks no one knows about.
The dark path he walks is to save others.
This darkness dose not afect him.
Yet every one thinks just beacuse he walks this dark path that he is darkness.
Yet if they would stop and look they would know.
The darkest shadows are cast by the brightest lights.

151


Mediation.
one word.
my only way of control.
Yet my shakes are back.
means to things.
somthing really bad is about to hapin.
or somthing good.
I dont think its going to be good.
Its never been so good for so long.
It has to be bad,
So where I wait.
For that shoe to drop.

Past.
you say its somthing you cant run away from.
I run away from my past everday.
Yet every night my past comes in my dreams.
Yet its not my past.
Not in my lifetime.
My past.
SomthingI will never escape.

some times I wonder about my self.
then sometimes I know everything.
Yet the bottom always seamed to fall out.
fallin.
the sky changes white.
hey
thanks for helping me understand me
ish






150

for som one that needs motivation
some one once said to me
if you want motivation read a poam
i say read a book
a thick book
a book that is old
a book that is wise
a book that teaches.
yet thats my opinion

79
90
95
10

119
she sits in her silent shaking.
holding the world in her hands.
holding the shattered peaces in her hands.
Holding her thoughts back.
Trying to hold her self together.
Trying so hard no to cry.
Trying not to die.
He holders her hand knowing.
He was in the same spot ans she was there for him.
knowing that things can change.
Knowing some things are greater than just you.
Knowing thats the girl he loves.

I build my castle on pillars of sand.
I bild the walls high.
Not to keep things out.
To keep things in.
Yet the walls continue to cruble.
As all walls do with time.

Everyday.
its not like yesterday
it will never be tomaorw.
This Rifle I hold tight.
This pack I cary.
The people I cannot save.
The people that have died by me.
The days I dream red.
The days I wish I didnt live.

sometimes I wonder.
Do you ignore everything you are and do something completely different.
Dose a person that is a math genius do something that involves not math?

just wondering

96
94
86
75
48

Im ok.
Living my life day to day.
for yesterday Is gone and tomaorw is just a WISH.
tHE QUESTION IS WHAT will happin today?
What will I say to keep people away from the monster that hides.
What will I do to help you.
What will I do to help myself

99
100
101

The words no longer seam to be mine.
The words I say.
The locks jingle in my mind.
The way I see things seams to change.
The way I see my self seams to be so fake.
So I stand here and look around.
The wall around me turn to rubble.
The citys crumble.
The fires blaze.
The cool wind blows.
The rain starts to fall.

an old one from long ago way b4 for my book

the cold snow so pure.
he still stands there.
on the frozen lake.
hoping he will fall in.
hoping he will freaze in the winter cold.

186
191
190
162
163

just go with me on this one.


she sits shaking yet so silent.
so cold to the touch yet warm.
the pain in her eyes.
yet her eyes tell me more than that.

* like 28 too.

The wall.
Not much to say about that.
Just that sometimes we hit it.
Somtimes we tear them down.
Somtimes we bild them.
The wall I find alot of my freinds running into.
The walls I bild to keep people away.
The walls I tear down to get closer to people.
The walls

they always ask me why.
Why do you want to join the miltary.
Why do you want to go over there.
Why are you such a asshole.
Why dont you lighten up.
Why do you not talk to anyone.
Why.
Beacuse

you would not evan understand if I told you.
You cant evan get my simple explanations.
Its not for me.
Its for you.

The note book so filled.
Yet so empty.
The toughts still play in my head.
The way other people see me.
The way my note book helped me and the way it hurt me.
They way the ink smared the pages.

the one person that keeps my life bright.
i love her.
the onky oerson that knows me.
ilove you

I run and I run.
everything so fine.
Then I trip.
All down hill from that.
Everythime it gets worse.
The glass shatters.

The screaming will never stop.
t5he saterd galsss will never be one.
the glasss will ne ver be whole.
the glass keeps shatering into more peavces with eaqchday.
Eachdsay harder and harder to stay onel.

Time.
Im not there.
Yet in person.
living the darkndays.
The endless night.
The countless fights.
The Days of history I relive.
The days I servive.
The times I die.
The dreams I dream.
The things I see.
The people I know.
The people I will never see again.

who?

My life continues to change around me.
never knowing what i want.
never knowing who i ill be.
eh i give up im just gunna live life.
i at least have some one that i want to be with.
least i have some one to care for me when i dont.
some one that loves me for all of me.
the good.
the bad
and the parts that I keep locked up.
the only person that wants to know me.
for who im.


no rest
109

ger

I was going to forgive her for her actions and her words.
I was going to let her back into my life.
Not going to anymore.
She is the same bitch.
She just played the game like every one else.
She didnt meaqn the words she said.
She is gone from my life and she WILL NOT COME BACK.
greatest way to piss me off
SHALOM

sunny with a high of 75

Just to let you know
you make things so much better for me
I might forgive frances...but thats still not a ticket back into my life

just random thoughts from other people

There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?

I don't want to be remembered at all. That means I'm dead.

Of all the weapons in the vast soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable than Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947. More commonly known as the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle. A weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple 9 pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It'll shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it; and they do. The Soviets put the gun on a coin. Mozambique put it on their flag

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow

hints

The darkness that I keep is way worse than it looks.
The darkness you see is mearly a fraction of it.
But i gess i will let you in.
You deserve that much.
Just ask.
Anyways...i bet some one is reading this too......
as for them...hmm.....i think they might get the hint i left them

you

You help me with my emptyness.
You help me fight my darkness.

shalom

Something you cant find.
Somthing you cant make.
Somthing you can shape and change.
Somthing that changes almost every minute.
Lost in the falts of myself.
Lost in the world.
Lost in the vast sea of me.
Lost yet found?
So confused yet every thing is clear.
So silent yet explosive.
So peacefull yet violent.
So me but not me.
The me that confuses myself.
The list that never ends.
The falts of a great person.
People only remember 3 things.
What you did wrong.
What you did right.
Death.

Shalom

the truth

The truth is....
idk....
i think i work on this more

maby

its just hard for me to let people in.
Its that i try not to its just that i dont know how beacuse im so used to it just being me.
me alone.
but its not just me anymore
so ill try to let you in more.

Testament Of A Solider

While yall talk shit
Im too busy to listen
I don't crack under pressure
I deal with the friction

Here its more than opinions
And though entitled to em
I don't think yall
Understand what yall doin

Or what yall sayin
Yall got to be kiddin me
What did yall think it cost
To be livin free

So for our country
We will bleed
While you run your mouth
You say in defense of me

But mofucker please
You've made your millions
You could never
Feel me

And while yall talk shit
Understand how that's possible
We made you rich
Cause we are willing to die for you

But yall take that for granted
So heres a one way ticket
Anywhere on this planet

I will not have you talk shit
While I die for your family
Protectin our interests
But you don't understand em

Built on murder
Our country's exapanded
And so far our troubles
Have rewarded you handsome

But now you critisize
The hand that fed you
And though you try to forget
No, I wont let you

And you coulda always of left
So now im here in iraq
Wondering whats kept you

Thinking we'd all be better of here
Less you
Opening your mouth
Against the country that's blessed you

And we shouldn't be here
Says youBut we are
And you still continue

To sit
While we swap spit with these fuckers
No you don't have to agree
But you could at least support us

Stand behind us
If not for us
But your too busy
Runnin your mouth for reporters


While we here
Sweatin it out the entire fourth quarter
And you wont fight
So we fight for you

And freedom has a price
We payin it for you
The game of your life
We're playin it for you

While you shit on everything
This country's done for you
Keep runnin your mouth
Hope the world ignores you

No you don't speak on our behalf
We speak for you
And it's a shame
You even think you can speak for me

No I don't see you in the streets
Bleedin for me
And until you've walked it
You cant talk it for me

We bought your careers
Fuck have you bought me
We pay the bills for those
Opinions you offering

And we do more than kill in your name
We slaughter them
So everyday you can hug
Your son and daughter again

But how easily
You forget what we've done
And how easily
When we stand you run

Fuck is really goin on
And please when you talk war
Hold your tongue

Cause for you to have lived this long
We have died so young
Look at yourself in the mirror
What have you become

Other than spoiled
By all the sacrifices we made
Enjoying life huh
After the ones we gave

Where would you be without war
Yall are so nieve
Only fuckers in the world
Complaining yall free.

Testament Of A Solider
4th25

we all

We all fight.
We all wonder.
We all try.
We all fight our battles.
We all fight our demons.
We all feal alone at some point.
We all know somthing.
We all say things we souldnt.
We all find silence.
We all die.
We all walk our paths.
We all bleed red.
We all ask ourselves who we are.
We all.

just fine and lie low

the magic numbers.....
3 *
5
7 *
11
18...dont ask never tell *
23 *
24
25*
26
27
28
31
34
35 *
36
38
45 *
46
47
48 *
49
55
57
65*
dont hunt to hard
never surch
just find
*what plays in my head

new music

now with music.....
just some song i like....
no real order to it...but yea....

lies and illusions

sometimes i wonder why I'm the way I'm.
sometimes i wonder who i will be.
sometimes i wonder what if the darkness won.
sometimes i wonder who will remember me.
sometimes i wonder what if i where different.

Never look back.
Never wonder.
Never regret anything.

You only have one life to live on this earth.
Only one life to serve.
Only one.
One.

Unity
One thing we wish for.
Yet while we scream peace over the bombs falling.

never

I never have the right words to say.

depression fights the darkness

The world crumbles as i walk in the darkness. The world as I see. Coverd in a blaket of darkness. Yet the blanket keeps it from the flames of the fire and the cold of the night away.
I cant be who im.
I cant be who im not.
The pain runs deeper than the mask portrays.
Every step I take is one more mistake.
The blood from the knife.
The knife to cut the things that crawl under my skin.
The shaterd peaces of me cut my feet as I run from everything that I'm.
The moon will go its way.
The sun will rise.
Forever blinded.
The bright light casts a darkshadow.
The darkness that kills me on the inside.
The darkness that makes me holow as a shell.
A mask.
I tear myself apart.
Fighting what im.
Living what im not.
Saving the world.
Holding people together.
and yet killing people.
Hold my hand keep me here.
Tell me im not alone.
Catch me when i fall.
For every one falls.
Some people just decide to jump to see who will catch them.
This mood will pass as do my personalitys.
Who im.
The bigest question I ask myself.
The only question I cant asnwer.

In the shattered night I sit.
I sit here not alone.
I sit here with her.
Watching the world go as we wait.
Siting here looking at the clouds pass over the moon.
Siting here because we cant do anything to help the world.
We try as we might.
We try to fight what we are inside.
We sit here because the world thinks we are not right for their sight.
We are selfless.
We hurt our self to save our Friends.
We never ask for anything in return.
Just that we may live to see one more sunrise.
we sit togeher in peace.

I fade away

In my skin the fealing unbearable.
Burning from both ends.
These wounds will never heal.
The scars will never dissapear.
The constant reminder of who I was.
The reminder of Who Im not.
The battle in my head.
The spaced thoughts.
The splits in my personality.
The pain is nothing.
The days are long.
The nights are longer.
Awake though the night.
Thinking Of who I used to be.
Thinking of the person I killed.
Thinking of the world.
Searching for everything.
Finding nothing.
Just the blank wall.

yea

I know That I dont walk twards the light.
I dwell in the darkness.
Im not though the night.
I will be ok.
Just hold my hand and keep me safe.
Keep me safe from myself.

never

The mountains may be tall.
The trails may be rough.
The plains may be long.
The desert may be hot.
The moon maby be bright.
The ocean maby be vast.
Yet all the things never come close to you.

alone

I dance in the rain because i can.
I walk in the dark because I like to.
I watch over those who sleep because I can.
I keep you safe at night because I'm the only one willing.
I tear myself apart.
I hold onto all that I can.
I hold onto the world as I watch myself burn.
I burn myself so no one will burn themselves.
I find myself a troubled person.
I find myself as the Guardian.
I wish I could see what every one else sees.
I
Just I
wait.
Its never just me anymore.
I don't walk alone.

the moon

this morning was kindda nice......
I found light in darkness.
the moon was shining though the coulds
a grey light
yet the moon was not to bright.
the moon coverd in shadows of the clouds.
yet it still shines past the darkness.
making it possible to find my way in the darkness.

night

ok today started off pritty bad...but it turned out to be a good day.
This is how I thinka bout life. It may be bad now but it could get better instantly..or it may take some time. But it always gets better. You just need to change the way you look at things. And some times let people into your life. And if you lucky some one will let you in their life. Thatys when you relize some things you just cant leave behind with out hurting some one. Thats when you relize things change. Thats why I keep my mind open to all possibilitys. Thats why im who im not.peace out.
night

gone

Just be there for me. When Im gone just be there but dont get to close. Just try to keep me here and when im gone just be you.

somtimes

somtimes i have good days some times i have band days some times i have worse days and sometimes i just need to be alone. Sometimes i just need to be told im alright. Sometimes i just need a break. Sometimes i just need scilence. Somtimes I wish i could hear myself think. Somtimes I wish i did have to fight myself to stay here. Somtimes i just have bad days. Today is one of them.

shatterd glass

They lock us up and they hold us down because we think freely. They hate us because they cannot control us. they hate us because all we want is to be free. They hate us because we are the shattered glass that they created from their society. They hate use because no matter how hard they try to touch us they always get cut. We are the free people.

me......

In the middle of the night I awake to a voice thats not mine. A voices thats close to me but far from my body. The empty space haunting her. The emptyness when I go away. When I go to kill myself. When I fight the evil that is me. Me a funny thought.....

my problem

Burning from both ends i don't Even sleep on the weekends. my problem is i cant sleep. When i do sleep all i want to do is sleep. My problem is I think to much. My problem is I'm crazy. My problem is my geans. My problem is who I'm. My problem is nothing. Im ok with my falts and my problems. I'm who I was ment to be. End of that story.

woot

I have nothing to write. Nothing comes to my mind.
emptyness in my mind....
it scares me.
but im not alone.....

mkay

also
urm you dont kindda hve a song
i havent found anything that fits you
but a few that kindda come close

swing life away

and well
cuz im me
angels on the moon
dont know why yet

bild strong

I will never think no less of you for you are everything you are nothing more nothingless. Never menaingless in your choice of words that fill my soul as you speek.

anyway
as on other tones....
smile.....


and for the few that read this
well there is only one


Rza Build Strong Lyrics:yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds meA lot of things upset me as my soul rejects meenemy of my selfphysical.....listen, let me tell youabout..yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds meA lot of things upset me as my soul rejects meenemy of self physically enslavedby the luxuries of this world so I behavelike a man inside the gravewho's life is lostI want the promised gold but can't afford the costor could I, I know the prescribed lawsany effect is a result of the causeof lies and delusions to myself I have liedburning inside wanting to open wideand screamthe name of the supremebut I'm trapped in this worldlusting for girlstherefore I imagine a genie and a wishand searching for things that just does not existbut in the midst there's the answerfor which i have searchedcause from me springs divine prince rakeemand that is me the master of equalitywith the abilityto set myself freebut b.o.b.b.yhe don't want to die,he don't want to die he don't want to try[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/HiP4 ]so I'm forced to cryand get trapped up for living my life inside a liethese problems surround mea lot of things upset meas my soul rejects meenemy of my self physically enslavedby the luxuries of this world so I behavelike a man inside the gravewho's life is lostI want the promised gold but I can't afford the costor could I, I heard of the prescribed lawsany effect is a result of the causeof lies and delusions to myself I have liedburning inside and wanting to open wideand screamthe name of the supremebut I'm trapped in this worldI'm lusting for girlsbefore I imagined a genie and a wishand I'm searching for things that does not existbut in my midst there's the answerfor which i have searchedcause from me springs the divine prince rakheemand that is me the master of equalitygive myself the opportunityand set free and be all I can bebe all I can beand not a nigga just trapped up in luxuryyo bobby digitial got to getknowledge of his self right now,as we go through the struggle of lifewe got to go from boy to manwe start off as sperm to baby baby toman from man to dead manand from dead man back to sandall praises due to allah the most high word upI got to be free I got to be free I got to break freeI got to break free I got to breakfree I got to break.....

the pain

It is not wheather the pain hurts you or you do not notice it. It is not rather you hide it or if you show it. The pain is alway there.streght is not dealing with it ,but dealing with the pain when it has long passt. You always know. Wheather you zone or wheather your dealing with reality. It is just what you find to combat the pain that matters. Somthing to replace it.

the fathers past

The empty cases lay on the ground scatted. They lay next to the bodies of the fallen. They story's told time and time again, but its the untold story about the empty Cases. yet when they lost they still marched with pride. Pride all they had left. Yet the empty cases still tell the same story. Nothing but a violent past and a peaceful resting place.
After they are long forgotten. No one will know the story's they told of their fathers past.

the lost

Forget finding myself. I'm so lost between the distant seas and the far mountain tops. The edge of the earth and back. The greatest thing about the edge of the earth is you can go over the edge and never fall. I will never find myself. I don't want to. I like being lost in this beautiful place. Its the only place I can vagely see myself.

lone wolf

Many storys have been writen in many diffrent ways. Many thoughts have been writen on the story of a lone wolf. A loner far away fromt he others. Yet most do not know that wolf was ever so close. Yet know one ever knows beacuse no one looks close. How do they know to look for the wolf may take many forms in many diffrent lives. Yet some always look. Sometimes they find what they are looking for. Yet most times its as close as it will ever be and they never see it. The lone wolf truly never knows who he is, or who he will ever be.

My darkness

anywhere as long as its somwhere you can be with me. Yet somplaces I go I know you can not come. The places I walk in the darkness. the places I go. The places I fear. The places when im not here.Yet I will protect you in the darkness for im just one more things that breaths the cold crisp air of night. And in the night you will never be alone.

The garidian

Help the ones that need help more than me. Help those who do not ask for it but need it. Give the few the cance to be great. watch over everyone befor me. Help me after every one else.
Hold my hand take me where you wish to go. The moon shines dim in the darkness of night but it is anough to see the path. Nothing to say the world to see. Live for everything or die for nothing.
The gardian of the night.
good night sleep safe

walk

Be the warm breaze on my fave as i walk along the moon lit beach. Be the light cast by my shadow. Be my crazy peace. By mine? Walk with me. Run though the woods with me. Hold my hand when i need help. Catch me when i fall. Laugh at me when i make a fool of myself. Smile for me you do more than you think.

Alone no more

Nothing to write. Nothing to say. Everything to fix. Everything to bear. Always some one to watch over. Always some one to stand next to. Always some one. Always there for the world. Alone no more.

the world

The world comes crashing down around me. The earth falling to peaces. Everything falling apart. As I hold my peace together Stand as the sky comes down to crush me. Holding my world together. Each day It gets harder to hold to gather as more peaces fall from my grip. Do I save the world or do I let it fall? Do I hold onto what is mine or hold on to the world that is. Do I let the sky crush myself. Hold strong hopefully some one will help me with my burdens.

ink

The words written in ink on the pages of my book. The ink tales its tales. Some ink is different colors. Some are different fonts. Some are bold some are simple. The ink tales its own tale. A tale that some may read a tale that most will never. The ink lives in me. The ink that stains my soul. The ink that makes a mess of my life. the ink that paints a beautiful story. The ink that is what i leave behind. the ink that you see me though.

The darkness hides the truth.

The darkness hides the truth.
Siding back into the darkness. being crush by what is me. Finding the water darker on the inside. Wanting to be the shadow once again. Wishing I was the night once again. Wishing the dammed that Am would raise the sky so I shall not be crushed no more. Wishing the end was. The light fades as my life pushes onward. The struggles make me darker and unknown each time. Each sunset makes me more in touch with what I was and what I will never be again. Stop looking up to me. For Aim not that person no longer. The darkness hides the truth about that AM. The darkness so found of me. The ways to die. The ways to live no longer apparent. The mirror lies. All I see is a shell. Grey and thin. The ways I see. The end will come. What happens in the end will make us what we are. For now the darkness hides the truth of what iam

if only

if only you could live
If only you could help me.if only you couldnt see me.If only you could let me be in darkness.If only you couldnt see the darkness I see.If i needed help I would scream.If I wasnt alone I could see.If only you could see my pain.If only you could see how week Iam.If only you could leave me in the darkness.If only you could let me die.Let me see the light i have ben craving.Let the end be.If only you could see how I do.If you could.Walk your own path for ours may cross.Walk it alone or with some one.It may be the same yet so far away they are.The ways we lived and the ways we die.Yet no one realy knows who we are.For we are the ones that see nothing but darkness.

hey

Befor you say good night let me know that you are my angel. Let me know that im safe for once. Befor you go to bed keep me in your mind as i do. Sleep snugly for I do watch over you as you do me. I will keep you safe as you do me. As we go we will explore the word so vast.

my life

My life. Full of hope and opertunity. I have made my choices. Now time to life. I want what i have always wanted. I want to make thigs right. I want my angel. i will no longer stand alone.

My hat

Lost. Im lost in myself. Im lost. A soft hand i feal in my palm. Giding me home. Yet I have no home. Giding me to a place I can call home. A place where angls sleep. A place where i hang my hat.

Hero

A pair of muddy boots, a rifle in the ground. A helmet and a set of old bloody fatigues. A soldier’s memorial. The cost of war. The price paid in blood and sweat. In pain and in suffering. Such a simple thing yet so valuable. I have seen many body bags each day the butchers bill changes. Now days it’s not body bags but bags to throw the left over parts that I count. Bad things happen to good people. The replacements think they are all that. Then they die one by one. Some stupid little mistakes that kill them. The one that comes to mind most is the one that well I’m not going to talk about it. The few that live on past the replacement stage just become better warriors. Then they die from just dumb luck or just being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Who is left over are the survivors. Not veterans of warriors. Just survivors.

last

This is what I call my shadow. Twitch. The shadow that blends with the darkness. The shadow that is me. The grey in the moonlight. The good guy that’s not all too good. The first one to stand and the last one to fall. Something odd. Yet so deliberately avoided. The one that standas with me when I'm the last one to stand.

alone i break

candlesAs I sit in the darkness of winterI sit in the dark with only a candle but no flameThen I see through the darkness a lightIts a single candleIt keeps geting closerThen I see a personIts a frindShe gets closerShe blows out the candleHere I'm siting in the darkness sad and loanlyLike I always have ben.

the falling sky

Cold hands numb feet. Slow shivers. The cold day. The pure white snow. Slowly falling from the sky to the ground. The white snow so cold. White snow on the green pines. Siting here in this hole waiting for nothing to hapin. This line I watch. Cold days cold nights. No warm fires. No warmth in this place. Just the cold white snow. O well life gose on and here I sit. Knowing nothing. Just waiting for things to hapin. Its going to be a long night.

fear

For who we are changes in the dark. The light shows us differently than the true beings that we are. The true insides. In the dark there is nothing to hide us. For evil waits in the dark but there is nothing to fear in the dark for the real evil is hiding in the light. For the evil in the night is mearly the false fear of your mind. Shall not fear the darkness for the darkness is just me. Yet I only hide in the light of the day.

The ones that fear the night fight the day and win. Then lose to the night. The few that fight know if they don’t fight no one will. If no one fights the sun shall set once and shall never rise again. For night will be all that is.

if only

if only you could help me.if only you couldnt see me.If only you could let me be in darkness.If only you couldnt see the darkness I see.If i needed help I would scream.If I wasnt alone I could see.If only you could see my pain.If only you could see how week Iam.If only you could leave me in the darkness.If only you could let me die.Let me see the light i have ben craving.Let the end be.If only you could see how I do.If you could.Walk your own path for ours may cross.Walk it alone or with some one.It may be the same yet so far away they are.The ways we lived and the ways we die.Yet no one realy knows who we are.For we are the ones that see nothing but darkness.

word grow old with time

My words to myself. Never write anything for anyone. Things change, things fade, and things grow apart. Yet who I’m never a truth. It is never set in stone. Yet I’m told that how I view myself is not who I really I’m. I’m told that I beat myself up to much. That I take life to seriously. That I look to the future so much that I never see what’s in front of me. But I see what’s in front of me I just don’t want to look at it. Yet who I’m not who I really I’m just a false truth. Hidden within the shell. Yet the shell is just there to protect us all. Protect you from me and me from everyone else. Yet some one wants to look inside the shell. Someone wants to know me. What do I do? I don’t know so I’m just going to roll with this one this time.

sunset

Never more shall I see the sun rise. Tears hidden in blood. Lay me down to rest. For I shall never feel the pain again. Forever shall we rest? We have given the most. We may be lost, but we shall not be forgotten. Close your eyes for you shall not see what we have seen. We did a job so you would never know of what we did, seen, and herd. Forever shall I never see the sun rise again. Just this sunset.

my story

Siding back into the darkness. being crush by what is me. Finding the water darker on the inside. Wanting to be the shadow once again. Wishing I was the night once again. Wishing the dammed that Am would raise the sky so I shall not be crushed no more. Wishing the end was. The light fades as my life pushes onward. The struggles make me darker and unknown each time. Each sunset makes me more in touch with what I was and what I will never be again. Stop looking up to me. For Aim not that person no longer. The darkness hides the truth about that AM. The darkness so found of me. The ways to die. The ways to live no longer apparent. The mirror lies. All I see is a shell. Grey and thin. The ways I see. The end will come. What happens in the end will make us what we are. For now the darkness hides the truth of what iam

fading dreams

Slowly bleeding. Slowly dying. Slowly fading. So long. Slowly memories fade. My thoughts run slow in a state of daze. The days I live slowly passed. The slow drip of blood. The warm blood will soon be cold. The light slowly fades into the darkness. The darkness surrounds me complete isolation. The memories will soon be gone. Only a few will cry. Just a few. The sobs will fade. Just one more dream in my mind. Just one more fading dream.

Cold graves

Sometimes I wonder. The roller coaster of my life. The highs I’m nice and happy. The lows suicidle thouhts and the rock bottom depression. I think to much. My depression seams to send me back to square sometimes or at it seams to me. All work gone everytime I get depressed. Just gone. Sometimes I just wish it wold end but it wasn’t for some people depending on me I would be gone alredy. cold graves wait for me.

the day of the night

The day of the night.
Many words said and done. Many people died and dying. The people in the graves. The rubble of the cities in their glory. The people that fight, the last of their kind. They all have the skills passed won to them and learned. The skills that keep them alive from day to day as the world gets smaller and smaller. The dying age of man. Well least one kind of man. The week and poor. They are nothing in this time anymore. The weathy and powerful have had the way. As they call it the way of the wind. A simple plan. The words of the ones with the green sticks. Well least that’s what we call them. WE don’t see much of them anymore since they when into hiding with the start of this race war. Well some say it’s a race war. The ways we live. We live by the night and the way we die. The graves we dig for our own. Marked with just mere stones. A number etched on the surface of the rock. The number of the day they died and the number they were. Just numbers to some, but to us they are how we remember them. If you are not part of the resistance you don’t know what the rocks are. It’s so no one of the rich dig up the bodies and disgrace it. The war is what keeps the money flowing in there pockets. The words.

shadow of night

The funny thing is that he will never hear it coming. He has no clue who iam. He has no clue where I come from. All he will know is the coffie is finaly done. 1 shot one kill. The man shall forever be with me. Its different when you look at them, watch them, its different when you know them. I’m just an old fool. I know this. My end will come. It is not today, but I know it will come as the sun sets and the night cast its shadow.

skin

The storys I tell are just storys. If you have any resemblance stop reading. I have taken many thoughts so its nothing new. The many thouighs I have run vagly though my mind. My mind may make things. Yet its not ewhat my mind makes but how your mind interprets my mass night mazresd and bloodshed pagds.The ink is in the paper but the life will go one. The ink this was written on is just ink but the tought gose deeper than the ink. The thoughts.

my life

This world washes me away. Washes me away from this world. Yet what is this world? What keeps me here in the darkness. Yet the darkness im so found of. Running from the light as if it was the acid that eats my pitiful skin. Trying to stay in the darkness where I sleep at night. Its ok for me. It just is me. The shadows in the night. Keeping the monsters and demons of the night at bay. Protectin the day walkers. Leting them live more days. My berdons are far greater than the things they will ever go though. Yet it is what I wish to do. Just to be me. People try to wonder what im. Im what walks in the dark. Walking tall. It just is. my life

Words writen in fear

the words spoken by bitter people having no meaning. The pain. My mind thinking there will be peace after this madness. The voices yelling the only peace you will get is in that cold grave. The only peace you will have is the remembrance yet no one will remember you.For you fade into the darkness each night to save the day from the monster that lie in the darkness. no one will remember you. As you die in the cold. Yet all you care about is death Yet no one cares who you are or what you do. yet we all die in the end.
Im alredy dead.
Move on as life will. Move on as the world still spins. Dont woory about me. I only fight your demons. Dont worry about me. i have found my peace in the darkness.