I will destroy you with silence, just as you destroyed my heart.

More and more I feel this day slipping away never getting a chance to play in the rain as it falls so softly on my head I feel it consuming me and my thoughts, with every drop it fills my mind with more and more deep thoughts and consuming my sprit replacing with a void that is unnatural to the sight of other men, this is the effect of the rain that seeps deep in the roots of my confessions of hate and anger know only one way out through my words and through my key strokes on the written battle field of love and truth this game is never going to end caught in an eternal tail spin heading for the open void that never shuts its mouth always spitting words like a chain of destruction that never gets put out quicker and quicker it fills up the space between this and that over the hills and far beyond what we can see to be the free spirited love sick child chasing only what you cannot grasp with a hand of blood staining the white washed burden that is your life full of sorrow and sleeted road ways slipping and spinning your mind as you try to break free of this self made and broken hell that tells you to destroy the things that you have loved so much and now it is gone falling to the dark never to be seen again.

Find me

If you are out there, find me. I have been looking for you and i have done it with little success. I want to know you before i die, i want to hold your hand and kiss your lips. To gaze in to your eyes would make me happier than a mother seeing her new born child for the first time. To pass with out knowing you would be worse than living a thousand lifetimes and loosing you each time. My love, show your self i am waiting. For you my love, who ever you are i will wait for the day we are united in love and arms. My soul shakes and trembles for you, my heart gasps for your warmth, my mind reaches out for yours. I would give my entire worth to be with you. Who ever you are, i love you.

Love is a sickness

Love is a sickness, one that has no cure. Its messes with your mind. You see things you would not normaly see, and you dont see things you normaly would.It makes you sick, makes your heart race and skinn go cold.Love makes you act unlike yourself, it turns you in to a fool.Your do things that make no sense.Your crave things you dont usuly crave.It causes loss of sleep, insomnia.You have a one track mind, always thinking of one thing. Love is a beautiful sickness.

When i think a girl is pretty I will tell her. I do not see the problem with that. Most of the time i get weird responses to it. Why is that? I know im not the best looking guy, but hay...im not that bad. I am not trying to impress you, or do i have any other motives..I just want to let a girl know that i think she is pretty. So if i ever tell you i think your pretty, please know that i am just stating a fact.

A thought

I remember when I was young everything seemed so simple..like it was my place to just have fun and be a kid. I remember the days when I would be so excited to go to school on a Monday and so sad that it was so far from Friday. The moments in life that we remember the most should never be the bad moments but the few good ones that life grants us. I miss the day when i was able to just be...be free. I dont wish to go back, or that i was able to do it again. The memories i have of all the amazing friends i had, and the ones that i still have are the greatest thing about life. I loved, I lost..I won and I moved on, i laughed and I cried. These times I shall never forget, and I am ready to make new memories..new friendships, to love again..and to loose again. Cherish, cherish every moment..every breath, every hug and kiss, all the high fives and fist pounds, The embarrassing moments that you just had to laugh at with everyone else. Most of all, cherish what is to come because that will, in itself, become the good times of the past and you will look back and say....I lived my life according to my plan and my fate.

The crazy lady at my work

This lady comes to my work (i work at a grocery store). She is asking me for something, what it was i have no idea, but she really wanted this something. It was not English she was speaking but some mumbled jumbled up spegacked out language. I ask her a few time to speak English, but to no avail she continues on with her rambling . After about five minutes or so of this nonessential blabbering she signals for me to come closer to her (being that i am six foot seven inches tall) i lower myself to her hight (very short old lady). She begins to tell me this "I cant speak English right now do to the fact that the Government has implanted a Phone tapping device in to my brain" LMAO