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Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly?
Well, I have always wondered, what would it be like to get by?
Have you ever wondered why the sky is blue?
Well, I have always wondered, is love always true?
Have you ever wondered what lies beneath the earths crust?
Well, I have always wondered, why is blood my sadistic lust?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to grow old?
Well, I have always wondered, why am I so desolate and cold?
Have you ever wondered, what it would be like to live on the sun?
Well, I have always wondered, why do I like to watch my own blood run?
Have you ever wondered, what would it life be like at the end?
Well, I have always wondered, would I be able to spend that time with my friends?
Have you ever wonder, what would it be like to live in the arctic and feel it's chill?
Well, I have always wondered, what would it be like to have someone, instead of something, to
feel?
Have you ever wondered?
Well, I have have...
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What does friendship actually mean?
Friend - (Noun): 1. A person who knows, likes, and trusts, someone else.
2. A member of The Society of Friends: Quaker.
But...here is the real life defintion of friendship....
Friend : One who is in complete trust of someone, and would help them no matter the cost. Right
or wrong, and will fight tooth and nail for someone. Someone who will be honest, and tell you
their opinions on different matters, even through love, and hardship, they will never let you
down and will always be there. Someone who will serve as a crutch when you fall, and lift you
back up. Someone who will lend an ear so you can vent your anger, and someone who will not
run from you when you make changes in your life. Someone who will always stand up for you
when you can not, or will not. Some one who will show that they actually care what you do with
your life and will support you no matter what. Those are your true friends. Those are the people
that actually care, and even though the lines may be blurred at times, you will see your true
friends when something dramatic happens in your life. They will always be there!
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The Crimson Tide
Like the tides of the sea, does your heat beat,
In and out of love with the ones that you held near,
Eroding away the ones who forever bowed at your feet,
But, I promise, I am the boulder that stays buried, and shall forever stay here.
As time drags on, I get smaller, as your love for another grows stronger,
Shall I just let the sands around me erode away, so I can no longer break your crest?
At times you are soft, subtle, and docile. but other times you can rage on like a war monger,
But, please understand, under the circumstances, I had tried my hardest, without rest.
You were controlled by your faith, not only in yourself, but also in me,
I used to listen to your sweet song, as it crashed into my heart,
And as you drifted away, you completely forgot about me,
But as I tried to listen to your distant cry, I was caught in the middle, and it ripped me apart.
I was the stone that bled, and turned your crystal clear waters crimson,
Have you heard the heard the break as you slapped at my base,
I tried to survive the fury of your waters, and even guide you to redemption,
But your tides hit me, made me fall, and slammed into my face.
You went from a tiny stream into a vast ocean from the advice that I gave you,
But now your freezing cold waters have eroded away my face,
This erosion killed me from within, but yet I find solace in faith, and that helps me make it
through.
But now, as I continue to erode in your icy waters, does this pebble feel as if it has a place.
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Come With Me To The Point Of No Return, Everything That's Left Is Rage.
I noticed as I walked alone for so long,
The one thing that is no longer expected, for you think I have gone.
Locked away deep inside, is the object that is my prize.
Tourtured for so long, now into rage, once again it shall rise.
Power is usless if you do not know how and when to use it.
Isn't that funny, It reminds me of you as you turned me into your lap dog, you little shyt.
I thought everything was going okay as far as my life was in turmoil.
But now I noticed it was nothingbut useless shyt that made me think I had evil to foil.
Won't you ever see, I no long want to be apart of your childish games.
I have grown older and wiser and now love, and trust are my true aims.
Did you ever think, that for once in my life I was happy or at least calm?
Now look at my heart and you will see it is no longer there, for now It is being held tightly in
my palm.
I ripped out my heart and gave it to you willingly, no questions asked.
You will see what you have done once you notice that I have passed.
I am going to live my life and experience everything I can.
Because everything I did, ruining it was your only plan.
I can not deal with the fact that feeling the pain, severing the string that once held my heart.
Suddenly I hope that when I leave, we will be very far apart.
I can not believe that I hurt you, for you were the one that left me out to dry.
Now that I have traveled so far, once outside your cage,
This now is the point of no return, the rest of it is all rage.
Rage which has been building inside.
Rage that made me, atleast when I thought of you, want to run and hide.
Now that I am single, with no attachments, I have a hole the size of my heart that needs to
be filled.
My body, my heart, and my soul, needs the work of someone loving, someone who can make
sure that my heart is healed.
I no longer want to deal with all you childish antics, we are no longer together so why should I
care.
For in my ninteen years enraged, I feel, in order to find something to make me whole again is
becoming even more rare.
Everyone else belives that every success i link together by God, guts, and glory.
But what they fail to realize is that, God, guts, or glory, is only half of true life's story.
So I ask, come with me, come back to the land, let me escape get far away from your cage.
Come with me, come back to the land, come to the point of no return, everything that is left
is rage.
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Life is just beginning, we should rewrite the ending.
What life means is to be honest and jolly,
Knowing this will begin my folly.
Everyone observes it in a different way,
That is why I am begging you to stay.
If it is true that life is just beginning,
I was thinking, maybe we should rewrite the ending.
Maybe start over, back to ourselves, like an actor at the beginning of a scene,
Go back and restructure if you know what I mean.
Back to the beginning, not ducking or hiding, when anyone comes around.
Finding the meaning for ourselves, searching for things lost, that would never be found.
Unless, in me, you do not trust.
Let us make out of life, what we must.
Now, let us start over, and make our mark of exuberance,
For only starting over will give us a chance.
Life is troublesome, and will smack you down every chance it gets,
Rewriting the ending will help us write one that fits.
No more pain, no more sorrow,
No more important wishes, waiting for the morrow.
Searching through this will give us light upon our way,
Searching the times and the hopes that, with us, will hopefully stay.
Keen, and alert, were you always,
I was hoping and wishing for you all day.
" Maybe a word, or maybe a letter..."
I what I thought you would do to make it all better.
I wish I would have listened before,
But not doing so, makes me the whore.
I hope you understand what I am saying,
Because I am thinking of you, and thats why I am staying.
Out of sight, out of mind,
Do not search for me, for my heart will you only find.
All I ask is that you understand,
For our being apart I can not stand.
So, together, let us go back to the beginning,
And together, let us write the beginning.
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Do you think I kidding when I said I was not perfect,
I laid there waiting and I tried to call
But were you to be found? Nope, not at all.
See now why I am the person I am, and treat all as equals, not inferiors.
Because life can mess up everything, both interior and exterior.
I will always treat others the way they treat me.
So for that fact I think you can now see what I mean.
No more excuses, no more pain, no more sorrow.
For life and love can not wait for tomorrow.
It will never come, as the light has shown my soul.
So if you wish to live like I have lived, you will pay the toll.
I don't want you to think I am " Superior", for there is no such word in my vocabulary.
Because making yourself " Superior" will put you in the local mortuary.
Drinking and driving, drugging and dying, is what only I have lived, so let me prove to you all
that I have indeed changed.
I used to think that in life, I was a target, set in a expansive, mixed up, long drawn out, range.
And the gun was pointed at me.
But, I stood my ground. No I did not flee.
Smack down the evil and tell it to set you free,
For in God shall you trust and his love will never, ever, let you be what I used to be,
Which was, angry, hatred, sorrow, persecuted, unloved, and hated against.
Forever now, may love and care be in our midst.
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It Is Time To Make Our Stand!
We are left here to to take a look at we need to redefine,
Take a step back, and look through the sands of time.
Look deep within yourself and you will see, that the worst of your fears have yet to be set free.
You used to scream and wish for your dreams, but when you think about it, is it really was it
what it was cracked up to be?
" Slavery " is not a term against minorities, for when we are born, we are all slaves to the
system,
Allowing ourselves to bowled over, like the world was built upon masochism.
Now, here me out before you think I am calling for a rebellion of a sadist nation,
I do not tolerate discrimination, it doesn't matter what your color or creed.
You will always have friends by your side, that will guide you through all of your needs.
Time to take the pain that civilization has endured and use it to put these trivial issues to rest.
I know that if we at least try and use our heart, everything will turn out for the best.
The end of our time will be the worst we will see,
That is why I ask you all to take a minute, stop, and listen to me.
It is time for my defeat to lead everyone else away from this animosity.
If you do not understand anything else, I pray that you will understand this,
Whatever hardships come your way, do not turn and run away, for doing so will play right into
your tormentors hand.
Stick together, unite as one, and no matter what shall come of it, I promise you that doing this
you can fight it all, and then you will truly make your stand.
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This sickness is buried deep inside
Knowing now, that the torture has died.
Crying is a sign of weakness
Sending my existence into total meanness.
I feel tomorrow will be the same,
Always having to play the devils game.
I am scared to accept another person to get as close as you
But please look at me and tell me the torture is over.
I want to move on, and get on with life, a better life with sorrow,
Why should the most important things always wait for the morrow?
I used to sit here and weep, but nevermore.
I am going to live this life until my soul is gone, and my body hits the floor.
Why is it that my life now is stricken with this mark made of coal?
It won't leave, it continues deeper and deeper into this abyss, this hole.
How can love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
You did nothing to me, but yet I was your tool.
I noticed that I am not perfect, but I still won't give up, because life is extremely corrupt.
I have held my anger inside, beat it down, and mutilated it so as I would not have the chance
to erupt.
What is this that I am feeling? Sadness, hatred, maybe even pain?
But I try harder and harder feeling as if it was all in vain.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I feel an Angel lift me up,
and I open bloodshot eyes, into florescent white,
Flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal,
Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel,
My world goes black before I feel an Angel steal me from the,
pain and extensive damages, giving me a second chance,
the artist in the artist in the ambulance.
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