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.

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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






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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

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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

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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

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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.

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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.


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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