It's a lot of work juggling school and music, and just really life.
So, yeah, you're gonna see a raise in updated and deviations (hehe) here on my da page.
Hope you like them.


So LongYou're going to make me promise again. / Promise to reveal nothing other than that truth which lies beneath me. / You know damn well where it comes from. / And you know damn well who it belongs to. / If you were only to listen. / And care about who you are hurting / you would realize. / No, you would understand.// But no, / there is no understanding, / there is no care. / Only a foul smell under / and a rotting which plays. / Yes it's dead. / At least the thought is. / But you don't know that. / Nor do you care to listen. / Look around you. / See who you are hurting. / Fuck the moment and just pay attention. / You know you only have soSo Long


MyriadSometime nearby I'll see it Unedited, you know A truth and a reality To enforce the cliche we all seeMyriad
A release of tension this is All I have are words Many words Uncountable one could say
But we speak only so many in our life We see so little and think it's everything
I took it for granted But that's human nature To take it at face And forget what's under that cowl
So I eat a page Sprinkled with salt And sit bitter and overwhelmed Not accepting what is true
But instead soaking it in Breaking my


Partingup and counting and the days go by. somewhere and someone will find. fire me from a cannon and thats a sight to see. if you know how long, then maybe you know who i am. waiting, and waiting, in this distant phase. is it just or is it lost. words are words and paper is paper. why lock it away, and why not leave it left. punctuation is useless, and listing is forgotton, maybe my words only mean what they are to me. you wont get it, i will let it...get lost in your thoughts and then you may forget it. curse the memory, curse the loss, curse all thats known, for living the cross. for eyes to see and ears to hear, leave it to fate, for thats all tParting
Still on Xanga?
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Wilst thou get the girl, or Wilst thou cry like one?
Share six facts in your journal about yourself and tag six other people to do likewise.
you know I had to do it.. how could I not?
Share six facts in your journal about yourself and tag six other people to do likewise.
you know I had to do it.. how could I not?
interesting.
That would be funnier.
Until then...this is my zen.
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