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It's Time
Some cry some cut, some paint, some sing. I write.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Who the hell do I blame For the dying of the flame? Is it you from up above You showed us all we need is love. But try as I fucking might Now It's time to give up the fight. I was there for him every moment I could, But turn to her is all he ever would. It's sick to have to beg and plead But everything goes to the one with greed. The one who told many a lie. And tales that measure up to the sky. All the time I have been developing, You appear to be constantly moping At the fact that I'm an individual with my own way And not your empty machine who has no say. If you didn't want this Flower, Then you shouldn't have planted the seed. But you made a wrong choice that you can't cover. It's time, of this mistake, take heed. Don't you dare feel remorse When I decide to take a different course. Don't you dare say you're sorry Your chances you gave up, so goes the story. If I should come across the embrace of success, Don't bother expecting your name in the press Not one piece of green you'll get, Even if you need it to live, I won't fret. It was you who chose to cut the ties. I'm not important,why should you pay the price? You did it before him, And now he is taken by your fucking whim. You come and go as u fucking wish, Your supposed priority you kept waiting on a leash. Now I'm chewing off the last bit, I will be no one to you; well bitch,you asked for it. You can hit me all the fuck you want, The pain I feel is greater than that from your hand. I feel it in my heart, but I put on a strong front. Now deep inside, I have too many pieces to mend. Now you will say you're oh-so sad. Because I'm leaving you Mum and Dad. Oh boo-fucking-hoo, don't bother to cry Finally, the time has come for me to say goodbye. -End- They fucking deserve it. Shannya Jotted Some Thingamagiks AT 6:06 PM
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Just A Pinch ,
I'd like to live on an island.
Where the sands are golden and the water turquoise.
Where the sun is my friend and the moon my guardian.
Where I am only with the people I love and people who love me.
Where music is the only source of oxygen.
Where I can do just about ANYTHING and nobody would give a fuck.
Where unnecessary, materialistic things are just that. unnecessary and materialistic.
Where money doesn't exist because we don't need it.
Where the air is clean and the sky always blue.
Where the only sources of light at night are from fire-flies and the stars above.
Where I have everything i want.
Where laughter never fades away.
Where illnesses are non-existent.
Where there is one race, one religion.
Where there is no heaven and hell.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with God.
Where I can sit around and have conversations with myself.
Where people are not afraid to say "I love you" and mean it ♥
Where nothing really matters.
I'm a dreamer.
So sue me.
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