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| What can I say? Choosing words is tough But if there's one thing I can't say enough You're worth it, you're worth Far more than just me I'd give the whole world if I could just make you see I want you to love me And I love you too But I can't be the only one to love you Stand tall, my sister My old, caring friend Your soul is great and will have no end! People don't see you Because they are blind They haven't seen your soul, body and mind I have seen you And I've much to tell If my prayers are answered, you'll love you as well Reclaim your throne from which you fell And if I am worthy And I pray to be Maybe there's more to you, and to me But there is something That I cannot do I cannot be alone in loving you Love yourself...love yourself...love yourself...love yourself. Between the two of us, I'm the only one that loves you...I'm the only one. I am alone. If I can give you one thing, one thing, and nothing else...it's that I hope you learn to love yourself as much as I love you. It should never be me or you...it should be you AND me. And I never want you to wear a mask for me...never change for me. That isn't fair to me, or to you. I want you to be you, and to love that you. Be real...be you...love you. And if you don't love that you, BECOME a you that you can love. Become it, and don't let anything get in your way. Don't ever let anything tell you you can't. If there's a wall in your way, you climb it. If it's too tall, you smash it down. If armies stand against you, stand against them and conquer. If Hell itself spews from the Earth to take you down, you CAN freeze it over you're so DAMN cool. You're worth it. You're worth loving. You're worth being. You are worth it, and you need, desperately need, to know that. And I...I need you to know that. But this isn't about me. I love you too much to see you hate yourself. So I'll be damned if you will. You will see...you will see. |
| It's hard to take me seriously when everyone's justifying my life "He's a smart boy, he's just had to overcome so much strife" Everyone says I'm "smart", I'm a borderline genius! But you know what? I'm an insult to our genus Compliments of intelligence just to keep up my morale To goad me forward like some animal in a corral After a while it kind of loses it appeal I feel like they're lies, and I can't tell what's real Wish I could believe I have a chance But all I have are these trite rants |
| This, we shall discuss later. |
Reply| *while, *its |
Reply| Weakness I've never done anything That's been worth my time Assorted distractions Rarely earning my dime I've rarely ever stood On my own two feet I've made mistakes And I always repeat I am flawed, broken Of failure I reek I recognize this I see that I'm weak I call to my God Without His power, I quiver But when He calls on me I fail to deliver All I have to may name Is a pocket of wishes To be dealt with later Like a sink full of dishes |
| Can't help the people I want to help greatest Why would God send me? I am the weakest Can't give strength out While I'm such a mess When I need it most I am powerless I know that God will not do everything for us So don't believe that tired old chorus But when faced with so much challenge before us... I am weak. |
| I have a confession. The very thought of trying to make friends sets me in such a state of disgust and almost revilement that I can barely function or focus. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy friends, or that I don't enjoy hanging out with them...but making new friends of strangers...is nigh unthinkable. I don't know why. All I know is that, most of the time, I still prefer the company of inanimate objects and ideas than actual human beings. So here's the question...anti- or a- social? |
| http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080912152442AAMH0tr If you didn't meet new people every now and again you would never have met me, or anyone on here. |
| The alarm clock blared in the man ears, waking him from his peace. With a long sigh, he slowly lifted himself up and smacked the insidious device, setting it in silence once again. He sat on the edge of his bed and rubbed his face awake. When we was conscious enough, he stood and began his usual routine. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, showered, combedhis hair heated up some leftover pizza and had what he called "breakfast". Finally, he got up and heated the furnace. |
| When the glass was sufficiently melted, he grabbed his glassorking cane and scooped up as much of the glass as would hold on to it. Rolling the cane he pulled it out of the furnace and looked at it. Instantly, he saw a piece in his head, and went for it. He blew into the cane to form the part of the bottle that would hold the water, then held the cane vertically so gravity could create a long neck. Slowly, patiently, he spun and blew the bottle into creation, then waited for it to cool totally. |
| When it was fully cooled, he cleaned the tank and melted some red shards. On the bottle, he made lines from the red glass. With a steady hand, he made uniform, perfect lines that ran down the bottle. When each line was cooled enough, he stood back and looked at his finished product. It had taken hours to complete. He had painstakingly painted the glass onto the bottle to create the striations before him. He held it up to the light. They looked like rays of the red evening sun. |
| He placed the bottle by the wall and took it's picture with his camera. Taking it in hand once again, he lifted it up to the light. It was a beautiful work of art that took hours to make. For his entire morning he had worked to spin, blow, and paint this bottle into creation. He had poured his heart and soul into it. This bottle, this glass...was the culmination of his entire morning. He lifted it high, as if lifting his brainchild in pride. Then he smashed it to the ground. |
| So I woke up today in Michigan... Now I'm in Ohio... And in a few more hours, I'll be in Texas! Haha. That's right, I'm flying! <.< >.> It may be weird to some that I've never flown commercially before. As a newbie flyer, I say: this is awesome! XD! |
| *"I hate bugs -.- Not to mention, the company is awesome! Haha." I...did not hate the company, trust me, not in the least 0.o. Just realized how that looked. DX!! I hate not being able to edit stuff in my notebook! DX!! |
| Dang typos...just because I was in intense sensory overload and my thoughts were disconnected >.<. Well...it's Tuesday, and here I am at home. It's one of the few times in my life where...I didn't want to leave the travel destination. I didn't want to go home. I'm really glad I got to go on the trip...what a great way to end my high school days! Visit my best friend, go random places and get a ton of experience...wow. And I miss you, Scribe :). Can't wait to do it again >u<! |
| <.< >.> http://nyan.cat/ |
| (just a clarification, minutes ago I was feeling awesome and almost hyper. Thus, the nyan cat.) And now I'm sitting here writing about it instead of actually doing work and learning. For half of the year I've "worked" on getting my Security+ certification...and guess what? Not even halfway through it. Soon I may take an A+ certification test, and I'll most likely fail it. Why? Because instead of studying for it, here I am, screwing around again. |
| wow...where the heck did all of this come from? Angry at self...and it's almost too late to change...even if I felt the drive to do so... |
| First of all, it's not too late. It may seem like you're a little behind. So what? Beating yourself up about it is a waste of time. If you want to get this certification, and you decide that you're going to do it, there's a good chance you can. It's not going to be easy, because of the way you spent your semester, but you can get it done. |
| The boy looked on into the room of screaming people, all yelling at each other, stating that this person was wrong for thinking that, or they were wrong for believing this. In fact, everything the boy knew or thought was being ridiculed, mocked, and jabbed at. He was accused of being everything from a sexist to a murderer, though he knew he was none of those things. Or was he? He soon began to question. He dragged his foot back behind him while still staring into the room. |
| The boy's eyes were frantic and opened wide. His heart was beating fast. He was sweating and breathing heavily. He was in near panic when the voice interrupted his escape. He didn't reply, he only kept backing up. "Please, don't go! You haven't even said anything yet." Why should he say anything? Everything he said would be wrong in their eyes. Then they'd show him why, he'd realize how wrong he was, and he'd usually end up feeling bad for how he thought. He knew the cycle. |
| He took more steps backward. It was getting easier...it started feeling better. Each step gave him that elusive feeling that what he was doing was good, was right. They didn't need him anyway, right? It's not like they'd listen to him anyway, right? Even if he could contribute, they wouldn't let him. He couldn't take it anymore...the noise, the hate, the anger was unbearable! Finally, he turned around, walked out the door, and didn't look back. |
| She stood there with her arm out towards where the boy had left for some time. She never got the chance to talk with him, never got the chance to know him or see what he thought about anything. She never got to see his mind, however right or wrong, for what it was truly worth. She held back a sob, mourning the loss of a potential friend, and returned to the world that had driven him out with their hatred, hoping that he might be strong enough to come back some day. |
| http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WByqPqwBrzs&feature=related Diablo 3 trailers! Yus! And this one has to be the most awesome of all the trailers they've released. One problem, though...don't have a supercomputer yet. Aaaaand that's why I'm job searching now. Definitely need that paycheck, and soon. |
| All right, well, it finally happened, and everyone's talking about it. So I guess it's time, now, to post my thoughts on it. After years of searching, we finally found him in his compound and killed him. Osama Bin Laden is dead. You might be expecting what comes next. In your head, you might think I'll revel in his death, and play up America's power and determination. Comments like "Yeah! The SEALS popped him in the face, woohoo! We killed him! Jerkoff, God bless America, don't screw with us!" |
| No. That's not what's going to happen here, even though a part of me feels that way. We killed him. Let him die, and respect the dead. We should NEVER revel in killing each other. As bad as Bin Laden may have been, he was STILL our brother. He was a fellow human being, not a beast to be slain. True, he may have had a part in or performed demonic actions, but humanity is capable of such atrocities. They're still human, like us, and God loves them too (as hard as that may be to believe by some). |
| Look...my point is, he died. That's that. Do not celebrate it. Do not regret it. Do not curse him. Do not curse the US military. It. Is. Done. May your judgment be swift and lenient. May we all come to forgive you for the terrible deeds you have taken part in, and may you come to accept our Heavenly Father in your next life. Rest in peace, brother. |
| Meh, removed a post. Don't want to keep such negative stuff up top for too long. I'ma try and keep this a happier place...try. :S |
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