| Wow, two in one day, not bad. Hope they're good. |
[24 Mar 2007|09:29am] |
I kind of Like It.
It ryhmes with the stains of it's lies
It covers up the truth with it's cry
It cannot stand to see me stand up tall
From it I ask to forsake them all
I cannot ask of what I cannot give
But I'm feeling so much stronger now than I don't know when
It's lack of sympathy is tearing me apart
But its that same F*&king thing about it that let it in my heart
I should have known not to trust it from the start
And now I cannot stand to see it
For some reason I cannot leave it
Its taking over everything and I have to admit
I kind of like it
I kind of like the way it feels
I kind of hope it comes back to finish
What it started right here
I kinda like it
Waiting for you.
If words could kill your lips would be the blades
We'd kiss just to have you nick a vein
And when I've bled out all that I could
My soul to you could be more understood
Its pointless to just even try
To you I'm just another guy
A fist against the wall is the only way
I cannot make these feelings go away
You crawl inside my skin and make me ache
And when I die I pray my soul you take
Its a lie to say its pain that I feel
But with you I know that the pain is real
I can't remember what went wrong
My whole for you is just as strong
And with you I feel I can belong
Belong is all I can hope to have right now
But Ill push myself to a bloody mouth
Hold my voice if you let them south
And if you don't Ill make it worth you while
And Ill be waiting for that day
Don't let our love float away
Cause Ill be waiting
Waiting til
*Idea for next one...hmmm...Our time had come and gone without a tear
Hoping one day our time can reappear
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| I Can't Believe You |
[02 Mar 2007|11:34am] |
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I cried myself to sleep last night
But I didn't shed a Tear
I tried to recall your face tonight
But it would not appear
I Can't Believe You
Why did you do this to me
I Can't Believe You
But I know when all this pain disappears
I'll never see the same
The Truth you hide, the things you did
My love for you was in vain
I want to scream
I want to kill
I just want to shout out
But you still hold the only key to my chest
To let everything out
I Can't Believe You
How could you do this to me
I Can't Believe You
You took me into your home
With you I never felt alone
But now I see that all along you only felt regret
For the simple fact
Of taking back
That we had met
I Can't Believe You
Why did you do this to me
I Can't Believe You
Why did you do this to me
I Can't Believe You
i Cannot Believe that You would do something like this to me
I Can't Believe You
How could you do this to me...
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[08 May 2006|07:00am] |
Songidy song song song:
two hearts burning
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in a cold, wet dream
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you, are the reason
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i can't help but scream
Help me
Someone please listen
Help me
Someone please pull out the plug
Help me
I crave more of her kisses
Help...
Cause I think I'm in love
I want to love you from the inside [inside out]
What's the worst it could be
If you let me in Ill show you what you want to see[and more]
How could you do this to me
Help me
Someone please listen
Help me
Someone please pull out the plug
Help me
I crave more of her kisses
Help...
Cause I think I'm in love
I want to love you from the backside[and the front]
I want to make your soul bleed
I'll show you love in the strangest of places[strangest of places]
I'll show you how it should be
your my. insanity
Help me
Someone please listen
Help me
Someone please pull out the plug
Help me
I crave more of her kisses
Help...
Cause I think I'm in love
What if I could show you how to scream
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Make you think it was a dream
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I can see love flowing...
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Flowing like a stream
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| My response to a disscussion |
[01 Sep 2005|04:53pm] |
(passionfruitfox ([info]passionfruitfox) wrote in [info]_discussion,
@ 2005-08-30 12:36:00)
Is there such thing as coincidence?
This question first arose when Albert encountered an African doorman three times and wondered if it was only a bagatelle. This brings into the picture fate and destiny. Was Albert destined to meet that African man or was it just being in the same place at the same time? An existentialist would say that we have no predetermined nature. So what does that say about God? If nothing is destined than how can religion exist, based on the beliefs that everybody has a destiny and that certain events are fated to happen? Ok, sorry. Back to coincidence. It is a common belief that man acts independently through his own free choices. These free choices determine our human nature, since all of us tend to desire the similar free choices: vote, sexual preference, etc. It's not that we all have the same vote or sexual preference, but that we all want the freedom to choose. As intelligent beings, there is also a need to feel in control. With all our technology and scientific advancements how can three ocurrances be anything but logical, traceable and tangible? In this age of reason, coincidences can be explained. After all, we all live in a world where there are no more dragons and the world is known to be round. There are few things we cannot explain and therefore any coincidence is just mere probability and luck. Granted, some part of me wishes there was such thing as destiny, but only in certain areas. For example, I want the person who I'm madly in love with to be destined to fall in love with me. Since love is illogical and often random, destiny can overlap here. But for how long? How long will it be, before love can be broken down and diagrammed? Catrine Vauban believed that there is no sense or connection between anything, yet she finds meaning in Albert's coincidence. She says that the African is an orphan and that Albert is orphaned by indifference. So what? It was just a matter of time before she found something else. Albert has two eyes, and so does the African man. She could have used that. Who knows?
-----MY RESPONSE-----
Think of a game of pool with an infinite amount of balls and holes to shot them in...
If you imagine everyone as a moving object, and how hard/soft/fast/slow/spinning(and in what direction) along with their pull or gravity, you can determine how each "ball" will react with each other. In albert's case, he had "struck" the african to collide with other "balls" to fly past albert, this aided by the gravity each ball contains can easily determine that they would meet again. This, explains psychic capabilities, reading the future is a strain to the weak mind, only one with complex understanding and a 20/20 view on the type of balls are in the field can determine the future, but they would have to be able to understand how the gravity, spin, speed and all the other factors of a human can affect each other. Reading the past however would be a bit more easier considering you need only determine how it got the ball here (well if it came from the direction of the wall it must have hit the wall, then find out the angle and what would be there to send it to the wall, and etc.), it would be probable. So, in conclusion, there IS/ISN'T coincidence.
But enough of my poor attempt of sounding intelligent...
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| 2 Cents |
[21 Oct 2004|11:00am] |
Ok, I used to know this story buy heart but I don't now so I'll do my best...
Old lady Kravits died march 20th. It was said to be suicide because she had happened to die at the right time. Right time considering it was the day the bank came to foreclose her house. She was a rich women with no pets, living relatives or spouse. She did, however, have a friend.
Not too many people saw this friend, she often claimed him invisible. This with he wild stock tactics and odd money habits, gave her the nickname "Wacky". She didn't consider it an insult, not much she did consider insulting to that matter. In fact, if anyone in the neighborhood was asked, the only time she was insulted by any means, was when the weekly newspaper boy came to collect his fee. Constantly fighting any charges given to her she rarely paid for much. This was her reason for being rich, most of her property could sustain itself, and it was beach front watching over a sea turtle habitat, meaning she paid nothing as long as those turtles were left undisturbed. She didn't mind this, she rarely stepped out of the house much anyways. And now, after her death, the bank saw it fit to claim the house and sell it for what money it could bring.
"To bad the old lady had to pass away so quickly" John Micheals stated, he and his partner Malcolm had come to move the items out of the house for resale.
"Whys that?"
"I had an idea for an invention and wanted to talk to her about funding its production" John replied, half grinning his thoughts.
"Oh well, mister inventor. What is this invention called?" Malcolm, the more abstract thinker, refused to let John's wild brown hair and surfer mentality ever allow him to think John as an intelligent inventor, he immediately knew this as a joke and decided to play along.
"I have no clue but I hear this old broad was crazy with the money she had."
"Wouldn't help much, she died at the perfect time. She had lost all of it about a week ago. Its actually funny though, I heard a laywer was supposed to give the money to help the turtles in the back."
"You mean the suit that came over a while ago, the one you talked to?"
"Thats the one, he told me she had nothing left...well....all but this" Malcolm couldnt hold back the chuckle as he pulled out two copper coins from his pocket. "Two pennies, thats all she had left, the suit thought it funny and came here to see if she had anything hidden away, but we've gone through this entire place and neither of us have found anything so I told him and he gave these money makers to me."
...T oB eCon ti nued...
"Kravits, or as the called her, Wacky, was an insane old women I hear. While the suit was looking around he told me that these bad boys were given to him from old Wacky herself just this morning."
"I don't understand, I thought she died a while ago, did she live it to him in the will or what?"
"Nope, when they got the call that she was dead they had rushed over, when the got here it they found her body upstairs in bed. At first they thought it was a joke 'cause she was lying in bed and I geuss they thought she was asleep. But one of the Evac people noticed how oddly she sleep."
"How was that?"
"She slept with these two pennies over her eyelids, some sort of money making ritual I'm geussing. Anyways they found out she was dead when she wasn't breathing and hauled her off. The suit had just been by the morgue to confirm her death and took the pennies. I geuss he thought every penny would count after all she had lost."
"Are you seriuos? That lawyer STOLE two pennies from a DEAD old lady? I'd laugh if it wasn't so....disgusting" John, no matter how much Malcolm refused to believe him, was an honest church-going man who believed things like this act of stealing from the dead is a horrible act were not only sin but -in his words, "Not very cool at all."- however, he couldn't help but crack a smile as he thought about how true all the lawyer jokes he's heard in his entire life all of a sudden seem...true.
"Well it makes no difference now." He sighed as he surveyed the area of boxes and bags that were piled together in the living room, "We're all packed up and its the end of our shift today so tomorrow we can come back tomorrow with the truck I geuss and finish up then. All I know is that I wanna go home, this place smells like old and dust and rotten... I dunno, rottenness I geuss. To figure, with all her money she wouldn't even keep up this house, floors cracked dead wood everywhere, the least could do instead of hiring a contractor to rebuild some of these broken down rooms is hire a cleaner to get the dust off of here. Come on lets go." Malcolm put the pennies in his shirt pocket and went for the door, job well done for today, he thought to himself. "Its weird though, heading for the door, I just noticed that painting."
"What about it, looks ok to me. Wait, are you getting scared cause it looks like Old Lady Kravits is looking at you, your an idiot sometimes I mean it."
"Not that, its the fact that this paint is the only thing in this house that IS dusted, and the frame looks brand new when the picture looks old."
"She probably was supersiticious and believed that old poem, besides, the suit was looking at it too, he said atleast the frame could be valuable. He probably whipped it down to pick it up later on today or tomorrow, lets get outta here, the smells getting to me too now."
...T oB eCon ti nued...
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| Good and Bad |
[13 Apr 2004|01:54am] |
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Village Idiot and Village Wise man:
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| Infinitesimal |
[04 Mar 2004|12:22pm] |
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Thousand lives, thousand minds, thousand hearts, thousand ryhmes, thousand voices, thousand thoughts, thousand thousands, and thousands more, thousand faces, thousand doors. A Thousand people make a thousand choices, thousand choices, thousands more. A Thousand results to every thousand, thousand thousands to every thousand. Thousand men give thousand lives, thousands more choose to die. Thousand is a large number, Thousand more is even greater but when does something become common, if a thousand dollars was giving to you, a thousand more would seem better, but a thousand every thousand makes the thousands less then one, can a thousand somethings become less then nothing? If so then can a single kiss become nothing, can love last so long it doesn't become special? While ago I would think different, I would laugh at the thought that a thousand thousands are less then nothing, too common to resemble any sort of special meaning. Yet now I find myself finding every small thing she does so adorable, things everyday people do become things I've never seen before, how can this be. Before i took pride in self control, I could control my thoughts, my movement, my emotions. But I can't, how is this so? Uncontrolable things happen and I know sometimes I can't stop myself, but somehow I feel that I want nothing more then soft touches and to be held. How can I - one who found solitary time precious, find I can no longer be alone without her invading my mind. She somehow became my life.....I hope she doesn't mind.
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| Inside |
[02 Feb 2004|06:16pm] |
A rich man visits two construction companies, he tells that each that if they can build him the best house they can make, he would pay for the construction, and also give them a contrat for enough money to double whatever they currently have. Graciously the two rivalling companies agreed, knowing they were the top two, they knew no other companies would bother to enter this contest.
The companies began at once, each using their top people, each settling for nothing less then what the plans required and always for something more. Each company soon had spies working and would buy out real workers from the other company. Each company closed down the projects that they would be able to take the resources from, and even opened up loans from banks to make their houses bigger and bigger and even more glorious.
Gold, silver, ivory, onix, all these precious materials, nothing would be plain or simple. Days to months, months, years had gone by, the two companies were on the brink of bankrupt. Each knew the others were about on their finishing touches. both houses were glorious, nothing was out of place, everything was the best they could do and more.
Shortly After finishing they saw another company, a small little known company, its house was decent, something a normal family would buy. It was only 2 stories and had only a small amount of above average materials. Both the companies shared a laugh at the sorry attempt, the first time they agreed on something. But there wasn't time to laugh long, the man was already arriving at the houses.
Hours went by as the man explored every room, every closest, this was just the one house. He said nothing, he simply walked out holding a small string, a kite string, and told the manwho biuilt it to hold it. The second house took twice as long, and this time the may returns with a airhorn, and told the man who built THAT house to hold it. The third house, however, took only minutes before the man walked to the owner, shakes his hand, whispers in his ear, and the man walks off a straight look on his face. The two companies, knew it ment he was out and shared a smile.
The man then walked up to the company owner of the first building, he grabs the string from his hand, and says to both company owners, "These strings is connected to the heart of your house." He then goes to the owner of the second house and tell the man, "This horn affects the body of your house." He then instructs the first man to pull the string, and the second to blow his horn and with a cloud of dust, both houses topple.
Just then the man of the third company returns, with him are following thirty men and a rope. The man then takes the rope from the third man and goes inside, he then ties the rope to the most important beam he could find, then returned to the man. He instructed the man and the other thirty men to pull with all their might. They did, and the house did nothing. "The heart is an important thing, it must be strong, and the body of the house reflects how hard the heart works." Then he tells the company owner to have one of his men gather all the loudspeakers he could, then place them together and blow the horn the other company had, he did, and nothing happened. 'the body must be strong, but no body is strong without a strong heart. I have concluded that this company," he says pointing to the the third company, "deserves to win, because he knew that a house is for a family to use, not to show off. It is what important that counts, the things such as a strong heart and body combined to make a well balanced soul. While you two companies fought for looks, this company fought for the soul, he did nothing more then was told, to make a house. I claim this house winner, and since neither of your houses are standing, you are both disqualified and I do not have to pay for your mistakes on your own houses."
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| Creator of Paths |
[14 Jan 2004|11:56pm] |
An old woman lies in her old rocking chair on her porch, she considers herself average and realizes that she wanted more, more for her life, she wanted all the things that she, at a young age, thought were unimportant, these thoughts make her sad for everyday she has a visitor. He is one and a half years younger then she, and has all the things she believes she wanted for herself. Everyday he visits until the time when she becomes horribly sick, this man brings her into his home and takes care of her. But the sickness is too strong for her to survive much longer and both she and the man know this. Both try to continue with life, but as every day passes they each begin to remember things they had done to each other that they had wished they could apologize a thousand times for and make it all disappear, they cry themselves to sleep each night, not knowing the other is doin the same thing.
She has become too sick now, her condition is at a state of last hours, she has only twenty four hours to live. They lie there together for long moments, praying that if God would just make this go away then they would promise to live happy and never fight. But their prayers were never answered. The woman was now horribly sad, not for fear of death, but because of the sorrow that she is causing this gentle man.
It was finally near the point of death when she finally spoke her words to the man, "I am deeply sorry. I never ment to cause you so much pain." the woman says as tears fill her eyes. "I just wish I could take back anything bad I've ever said about you, please, oh please, forgive me, forgive me for all the troubles I have caused you, for all the bad things I've done. I always thought you as someone who would do great things, but now I know for sure, your great because you care. I never bothered to listen to you and always did things that I knew seemed not smart, I went through my life as a failure, please, forgive me, I don't want to be a failure, but I have done nothing in my life to be thought of as successful, I am sad and scared. Sad because I have wasted my life, scared because I dont know what's going to happen to me, and now I won't have you to hold me up. Please, hold me, I'm so scared."
This brought tears to the man's eyes and he struggled to speak through the sobs, "No, no, don't say that, your my reason of being the way I am," he hugs her hard and she places her hand on his back, "I love you, you are why I am the way I am, because you always did things before me so I could learn from you, you were always the one to take the blind leap into one path and I would ge to watch if it was the right choice and learn from what you've done so that I may avoid the wrong turn. Please, don't say that, I wish I could turn back time and not let you do all this for me, I would rather take the punishments a thousand fold if it ment that you would never think you were a failure, big sister, don't leave me, not yet, it seems as though we have just met and your are just leaving, I love you, don't leave me, I'm afraid, how will i know which path to take.......I'm afraid.......I'm afraid."
She was gone.
Never let those you love fade away before you let them know how you feel of them.
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