bite so deep.
fall so hard.
restless against the harsh wind.
out of sight, out of mind,
killed softly with words so gentle.
it never ceased to amaze,
a breathless cry shrouded in the night.
dark dreams seem restless,
as a façade finds its place in reality,
easy to make believe,
a fantasy that shouldn’t be real.
pointless.
dreamless.
emotionless.
another soul dies,
someone cries,
and the dreamless cycle begins again.

“Kill me softly. Please don’t let it hurt.”

empty promises echo in the cavern,
of her mind,
filling the crevices,
a relieving hope dies.
did it ever truly matter?
another heart on the tethered line,
pounding and bleeding,
shattered beyond repair.
a cry in the darkness…

One o’clock. Dark shadows illuminate the fluorescent odors in the room. Not my room. My room has…vanished. I dream about it every night. Black peels surround me while luminescent stars dance over the ceiling. That sense of home is gone. Warmth, oh how I miss the warmth of the sun on my face. The warmth on a fall widowed day when he smiles at me. It’s cold here. So very cold. My breath fogs in front of me every time I inhale, reminding me where I am. My own personal hell. I’d like to say I created it for myself. Threw myself into the dungeon of night and locked away the key itself. No. They came for me. Like they always promised they would. I should have believed the malicious words.

            He cries every night. I can hear the wails as I sit in the middle of my cobblestone bed. I think he’s sorry… I fall for it every time. But then he comes, again and again. Sharp grey eyes pierce through my soul and I swear he can see my heart steadily racing inside my chest. I’d like to tell you I’m afraid. That the very touch of his hand against my skin makes me cringe, but I want it. I want it so bad it burns. Deep inside my body, it aches without him. Only he can calm the growing quake inside me. Simply thinking about his touch forces me to tremble. Every night he saves me. He saves me from myself, from the cruelty of who we are. Humans. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t argue, he just acts. Taking me away to places I’ve never seen, never dreamed about seeing. Heights of pleasure I’ve never even experienced before. Around him, I know I’m nothing more then myself. Yet, he doesn’t even know. My heart shreds when I see him with her. Touching her, kissing her, grazing her hair behind her ear. I was locked away before I even had a chance to live. In my dreams does he only ever visit me.

            In my dreams I can see the stars again. He touches my hand and for the first time, I smile. And when he kisses me, my heart feels like its about to rip out of me its beating so fast. My heart races, my blood boils as I beg him, plead for him to touch me. Anywhere. And he does. Everywhere. He touches me the way no one ever has, the way no one ever will. Sweet caresses against my cheek, fluttering fingers lingering over my neck. The heat rises and my skin warms intensely. I want to touch him but he refuses to let me. He enjoys teasing me. In my dreams he makes love to me under the stars. Pushing inside me as far as he can manage, before resting there. I never want him to leave. So warm, safe and loved.

            And he’s gone. Just like that. I’m back inside my hell, alone. Normally, I’d be more then happy to live in a place like this. Where the pain no longer exists. The sky melts together forming the everlasting peace. The sun, well the sun doesn’t seem to appear, but you know it’s there, yet it creates no warmth. Sadness, it doesn’t happen, because there’s nothing to be sad about. I—I used to think this was where I wanted to be, but not now. Not…not now. I just want to be with him. I don’t want to watch him with her. It hurts. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined him with her. They were so…different. Yet, there they were and I was watching them with my own eyes.

            Of course, they didn’t know I was watching them. Didn’t know my heart was breaking whenever she’d touch his hand so lightly, it almost looked as if she hadn’t really touched him at all. Soft gestures brought a smile to his lips. Why hadn’t he ever smiled at me like that? Why…why couldn’t he love me? I did everything for him, yet I still wasn’t enough. If tears existed in this place, I would cry, but I can’t.

            I don’t even notice I’m lost until She’s standing behind me. Her presence boils over my senses, forcing my eyes in Her direction, quickly standing up in front of Her. Already, I could see the disapproving look crossing over her brown orbs. What? I find myself asking. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Why was She looking at me like that? Without saying a word, realizing, she hadn’t even spoken a word since I’d gotten here, her hand lifted behind me, where I had been looking. My eyes follow her hand after a brief moment of hesitation.

            You see, time passes by differently here then it does on Earth. It’s slower here. Five minutes could pass here, while three days could pass on Earth. Sometimes, it was hard to keep up with everyone you wanted to look out on. I never really bothered to check on anyone else but him, as selfish as it sounds. Looking down, I see him. And this time, he’s not with her. For once. It brings a slow smile to my lips, until I catch sight of where he is.

            A cemetery. The rain falls down around him, beating against his already pale skin, his lips quivering. My lips curve downwards, the instant frown crossing my lips. What is he looking at? Almost frantically, I kneel against the…bed once more, my hands braced in front of me. I want to yell, to scream, but no sounds leave my lips. Why does he look so…broken? As I did minutes before, he falls to his knees, the tombstone taking its place in front of him. It wasn’t until I watched his trembling fingers trace over the engraved letters that I even realized that it was me he was broken for.

            Kneeling in front of my tombstone, crying over my grave, I watched his shoulders heave as he fell forward. I shake my head, the non-existent tears stinging my eyes. Beads of rain continue to fall down around him, burying him against the soft matted ground beneath him. For a moment I think he’s clawing at the dirt. And when I watch his eyes look in my direction, up towards the sky, his eyes locking with mine, what’s left of my heart crumbles. He doesn’t know he’s looking at me, but I can see him clear as day. And those beautiful, gray eyes pierced with pain. He’s saying something, but I can’t hear him, yet his face, his eyes, his body…they say it all.

            He hurts. All because of me, he hurts. No. Don’t cry for me. Please, don’t cry for me. The whisper leaves my lips, knowing that the tears would be falling by now. But he’s still looking at me, through me, in me. He’s seeing me without really seeing me and only then do I begin to realize…that he does love me. He always has. And I was just too blind to see it.

            In an instant she’s beside him, kneeling on the ground with him, his arms wrapping around his prone, trembling, cold form. He leans against her, responding immediately, his arms encircling her, pulling her towards him. Tighter. I wasn’t enough for him, because he didn’t need me. As much as he loved me, as much as I loved him, he didn’t need me. He had me. He always will. She brushes her delicate fingers through his hair, whispering soft words in his ear, soothing him as they kneel beside my grave.

            A split second can change your life forever. Even as I watched the eight wheeler spinning in my direction, I never once thought I’d be the one lying peacefully down to rest. Even as I watched my life, my short twenty-one years pass before my eyes, I never believed I’d end up here. I was young and in love. Nothing could stop me. Nothing…but fate. And as I watch him hold her tighter to his body, burying himself against her, crying his soul out of his heart, I realize that this is my place. Watching over him. Over both of them.

            Maybe one day, I’ll get my chance. But for now, I know he’ll be okay. I know he’ll be loved and in some ways, that’s all that really matters. In this life, it wasn’t my turn. Pulling away from the scene as the rain slowed its tirade, I turn back to Her. She’s smiling at me. Mom… I whisper in one breath before rushing forward, wrapping my arms around her surprisingly warm frame, burying my head against the scent of her neck. The familiar scent washes over me. Pulling me in. Calming my everlasting nerves. And for the first time since being here, I’m home. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close, soft soothing noises leaving her lips. I’m here, baby. I always have been. Her voice calms the ache inside me. Her sweet, melodic voice.

            Tears begin to cascade from my eyes, down my cheeks. Falling in soft crystals at my feet. Our feet. In a place where I believed tears didn’t exist, I was actually quite wrong. Tears of pain, of sadness, of heartache…they didn’t exist. But tears of happiness, joy…love? Once or twice I’d doubted in the fact that she had ever really been there, because I didn’t know what else to believe. I couldn’t see her or touch her. How was I supposed to see differently? I clung so tightly to her, never wanting to let her go again. I missed her so much. I can’t even express in words how much I missed her. Each passing day was harder and harder to live through.

            Every time I fell asleep at night, I’d pray that in the morning, when I woke up, it’d all be a dream. It’d be one big fantasy that I’d conjured up, simply for lack of imagination. But when my eyes opened to the harsh light of day, I realized… It wasn’t a dream. She was gone and I was alone. Maybe not completely, but that part of me was lost. Sometimes it even felt harder to breathe. A weight settled against my chest, forcing the air from my lungs each time I tried to inhale, exhale. I slowly began to accept that she was gone, but it just wasn’t enough. There was still that void inside me. In my soul that I never believed would be filled again.

            Until now. Now, as her arms held me around my waist, the soft, familiar lullaby melody falling from her lips, I realize that she was always there. That I woke up in the morning, subconsciously knowing that she was there. I went to sleep at night knowing that she’d be in my dreams and once again, I’d be safe. And I wasn’t strong enough to believe in it, Her, or my own faith. I’m sorry. I feel her shake her head above me, the melody stopping on her lips.

            Don’t be sorry, dear. You did what you thought was best. I’m proud of you. I always have been. Her words forced me to wrap my arms tighter around her. People had told me she was proud of me all the time. Always said she’d be happy with anything I did, but I refused to believe them. I refused to believe that I was good enough, that whatever I did would be okay. The night’s I spent telling myself it would be okay, crying myself to sleep… Even that didn’t seem to work. Nothing seemed to work until she told me. I had to hear it from her, even if I had to wait my entire life.

            Death is a very frightening experience, for anyone involved. No one knows when they’re going to die, because in all reality, you start dying the day you’re born. Some go faster then others, while some…last longer. It’s not on account of who’s better or who deserves to live or die. It’s all because it happens for a reason. For now, I know that he’ll be okay without me, because he has her. He has them, all of them and he doesn’t really need me. He doesn’t need me. Just like I didn’t need her.

“Reflection of a Daughter’s Love”

Every time I turn around
another wing is shot down
Upon the breath of life
the witless dove cries
Break me down
hurt me until I can hurt no more
For eventually it will be redundant
A slap for breakfast
Punches for lunch tomorrow
Verbal lashings in between
now and never
my soul will cry
Innocence seems lost long ago
memories are no more in existence
yesterday has come and gone
hope for tomorrow,
Looking back will redeem
But no matter,
where will you turn when turning becomes insistent?
One could cry for eternity,
and never be heard
So, the question is,
where were you when I needed you most?
While my heart broke in my chest,
were you gallivanting into the pale moonlight?
A shadow on the grave,
upon a snowy evening
I wonder
Did you ever once care?
My needs seem broken in compare
I watched you
day after day
idolizing you with everything I had
And then,
one fine day
you were gone
Together you left on separate plains
one here, one there
while I’m left behind
treading in your shadows
Which path to take?
A road to lead with much responsibility
The motivational thing is,
you never left
my heart,
what’s left of it
holds both entities as one
Feelings of loneliness only happen occasionally,
Because I know,
no matter which road I will lead
my love for you
my memories of you
they grow stronger each day
With each passing second,
it becomes easier to breathe,
…again

( Reposted from CrystaiSilence  )

A lot has been said about how to prevent rape.
Women should learn self-defense. Women should lock themselves in their houses after dark. Women shouldn't have long hair and women shouldn't wear short skirts. Women shouldn't leave drinks unattended. Fuck, they shouldn't dare to get drunk at all. And if they do, they have no case if they are raped while incapable of making a reasoned decision.

instead of that bullshit, how about:

if a woman is drunk, don't rape her.
if a woman is walking alone at night, don't rape her.
if a women is drugged and unconscious, don't rape her.
if a woman is wearing a short skirt, don't rape her.
if a woman is jogging in a park at 5 am, don't rape her.
if a woman looks like your ex-girlfriend you're still hung up on, don't rape her.
if a woman is asleep in her bed, don't rape her.
if a woman is asleep in your bed, don't rape her.
if a woman is doing her laundry, don't rape her.
if a woman is in a coma, don't rape her.
if a woman changes her mind in the middle of or about a particular activity, don't rape her.
if a woman has repeatedly refused a certain activity, don't rape her.

if a woman is not yet a woman, but a child, don't rape her.
if your girlfriend or wife is not in the mood, don't rape her.
if your step-daughter is watching tv, don't rape her.
if you break into a house and find a woman there, don't rape her.
if your friend thinks it's okay to rape someone, tell him it's not, and that he's not your friend.

if your "friend" tells you he raped someone, report him to the police.
if your frat-brother or another guy at the party tells you there's an unconscious woman upstairs and it's your turn, don't rape her, call the police and tell the guy he's a rapist.

tell your sons, god-sons, nephews, grandsons, sons of friends it's not okay to rape someone.

don't tell your women friends how to be safe and avoid rape.
don't imply that she could have avoided it if she'd only done/not done x.
don't imply that it's in any way her fault.
don't let silence imply agreement when someone tells you he "got some" with the drunk girl.
don't perpetuate a culture that tells you that you have no control over or responsibility for your actions. You can, too, help yourself.

If you agree, repost it. It's that important.

This entry is dedicated to my mom. As corny or as depressing as it is... 

October 27, 1959, Carolyn Ward was born. My mother. Just because she's not here, doesn't mean it'll stop being her birthday, because she did live at one point. She's my savior. Just because she's not here in person, doesn't mean she's gone completely.

I love you, mom. Happy Birthday.

*courtesy of Jessica*

>>Go to Google.com and type "*your name* needs" into the Web Search. Post the five most amusing results.

Kimberly, needs expert care and stimulation
Kimberly needs to know exactly how much light will reach the film
Kimberly needs to eat something and keep her ugly mouth shut
Kimberly needs all five of her riders around her at all times
Kimberly needs to put more fabric softener on his boxer briefs, but
he's down, baby!

“Breathe”

Beautiful melody of twisted souls
Everything she does
She does it for someone
You can’t even see what they do to her
Tear her heart away
Break her down
Leave her dry
The blood pouring from her veins
This life force,
It’s no longer real
Lies. All lies.
What beliefs can she hold dear anymore?
Don’t cry for her…
You’re not allowed to waste your tears
On something that shouldn’t exist
Shudder. Breathe. Shudder.
Again.
Pale everglades of lasting light
Produce an incling of hope
She cries…
In the middle of the night
Rain beating down the darkness
Trees swaying restlessly in the wind
She cries.
Glass tears,
Shreading miniscule amounts of dignity
Bursting through the stone concord
Everything has a price.
Listlessly dropping,
She dries her tears
Anquish slides in and out of her mind
Unpenatrable walls creating impending coldness
Nothing can stop her.
Do. Not. Cry. For. Her.
Alone in the night,
Fiery embers freeze her emerald eyes
And she prays…
For lost souls who’ve taken a wrong turn
Desolate mother’s and father’s who reckon with life
Hopeless daughter’s who cry wildly
Children without homes who can only beg
She pleads,
Silently.
Please…
Do. Not. Cry. For. Her.
Just breathe…

Rules: List 10 things in a day that give you a moment of joy
Tag 5 of your friends to do the same.


1. AJ :)
2. My sisterssss :P
3. My friends online (they're awesomely awesome)
4. Daaaaaaaaddddyyyyyyy
5. Leaving work (Lol!)
6. Reading
7. Writing
8. Sleeping
9. Being online (i'm lame, i have no life :P)
10. MY BED!!!!!

TAGGED!!!!
1. ihavefear
2. xpunkrockchick
3. darkvixen1979
4. Inell
5. Jaxindi

“Inner Strength”

May I give up?
Simple allow it all to end?
It’ll be easier…
Questions swarm through your mind
one, two, three, four…
What you thought you knew,
is slowly crumbling from beneath your feet
And suddenly,
It all seems so pointless, right?
Who are you trying to be now?
For who?
Swirling mist of clouded answers
Never defined
Though only for one thing
Smiling is a must
Hope
Believe in yourself child
And you shall survive
Dirt roads come and go
Lights will go out,
But who you are will never fade,
Unless…
You allow it
Inner beauty,
Dependant strength
Don’t be afraid to cry
Tears are the gateway to the soul
Let someone be your shoulder
Believe in yourself
Someone’s always on your side
Even in your darkest hours
That little voice that’s begging you to listen…
Do it…
Listen
Be logical,
Spread your wings and fly
Easer said then done?
You don’t have to be afraid any longer
Angels are among you
And this life you lead…
While it seems impossible now,
It will improve
You will prevail
The strength that lies inside you
In who you are
All that you can be
There’s never a dead end
Just breathe…
Someone’s there for you,
Eternally

Sirius Black


Who is your ideal Harry Potter man?
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Behind the closed doors of reality
disheartened and substained
the lost little girl must find her way
mistaken for greatness
for beauty
she's not all she's made up to be
her own little fairytale
inside the dark recesses of her mind
pretending to see reality
when the only vision
clouding her sight is fantasy
shattered and bound
lost in an eternity
a swirling vortex of doubt
drowning in a sea of fear
what's left of her fragile mind?
pieces of hope
fragments of beauty
missing pieces to a puzzle
long forgotten
What lies inside her mind,
it scares even herself
Beyond these boarded planes
visions opposite of others
wanting to break free from this restless hell
discouraged heart,
don't you cry
she'll remain strong in front of others
but the moment she's alone
she crumbles
indefinately

You say I'm sorry
like it's gonna make everything alright
You say I love you
like I'm just going to open my arms for you

Do you even have any idea,
how much pain you left me in?
This fear that I have felt,
drowns me in sin
I wish that I could take away,
all you've done
And even though you hurt me so
I can't help it now
The way my heart still has
a place for you somehow

You say I'm sorry
like it's gonna make everything okay
You say I miss you
like I'll let you catch as I fall away

And everytime I look in the mirror,
my world is hazy
Distorted and slain
For now I feel,
like I've lived in vain
This path that I've crossed for you,
doesn't mean a thing
I wish that I could believe,
what you're telling me
And even though I don't,
I still care for you

You say I'm sorry
like it's gonna be okay
You say I love you
like I'll coming running back someday

I stole this from granger2malfoy

List of the most Shaggable Men (I'm bored, so sue me):

Bold, I would, Italics, when I'm drunk and Normal is no.

1. Stephen Dorff
2. Wesley Snipes
3. Denzel Washington
4. Samuel L Jackson
5. Hayden Christensen
6. Ian Somerhalder
7. James Van Der Beek
8. Ashton Kutcher
9. Seann William Scott
10. The Rock
11. Brendan Fraser
12. Oded Fehr
13. John Hannah
14. Hugh Grant
15. Colin Firth
16. Liam Neeson
17. Daniel Day-Lewis
18. Leonardo DiCaprio
19. Billy Zane
20. Harry Connick Jr
21. Sean Astin
22. Dominic Monaghan
23. Karl Urban
24. Vin Diesel[
25. Paul Walker
26. Joshua Jackson
27. James Marsden
28. Shawn Ashmore
29. Hugh Jackman
30. Will Kemp
31. David Wenham
32. Viggo Mortensen
33. Elijah Wood
34. Tobey Maguire
35. James Franco
36. Alfred Molina
37. Harrison Ford
38. Sean Connery 
39. Shane West
40. Stuart Townsend
41. Richard Roxburgh
42. Ewan McGregor
43. Jonathan Rhys Meyers
44. Christian Bale
45. Jared Leto
46. Colin Farell
47. Ben Affleck
48. Josh Hartnett
49. Bruce Willis
50. Billy Bob Thornton
51. Dennis Quaid
52. Jake Gyllenhaal
53. Patrick Swayze
54. Keanu Reeves
55. Gary Oldman
56. Tim Roth
57. Steve Buscemi
58. Michael Madsen
59. Rick Yune (meow!)
60. Pierce Brosnan
61. Robert Carlyle
62. Jonny Lee Miller
63. Jude Law
64. Matt Damon
65. Clive Owen
66. Ryan Phillippe
67. Benicio Del Toro
68. Johnny Depp
69. Orlando Bloom
70. Sean Bean
71. Eric Bana
72. Brad Pitt
73. George Clooney
74. Mark Wahlberg
75. Jason Statham [
76. Edward Norton
77. Ben Stiller
78. Owen Wilson
79. Vince Vaughn
80. Joaquin Phoenix
81. Russell Crowe
82. Billy Boyd
83. Paul Bettany
84. Heath Ledger
85. Mel Gibson
86. Jason Isaacs
87. Alan Rickman
88. Kevin Costner
89. Christian Slater
90. Antonio Banderas
91. Tom Cruise
92. Ving Rhames
93. John Cusack
94. John Malkovich
95. Charlie Sheen
96. Kiefer Sutherland
97. Emilio Estevez
98. Rob Lowe
99. Matt Dillon
100. Kevin Bacon
101. Adam Brody
102. Andy Serkis
103. Alan Cumming
104. Josh Groban
105. Sean Biggerstaff
106. Zack Braff
107. Harry Sinclair
108. Gerard Butler
109. Marton Csokas
110. Jeremy Sumpter (now that's jail bait! *shudders*)
111. Sean Patrick Flanery
112. Cillian Murphy
113. Hugh Dancy
114. Ioan Gruffudd
115. Mads Mikkelsen
116. Gael Garcia Bernal
116. Enrique Murciano
117. Jamie Bamber
118. Chris Evans
119. Joe Perry
120. Billy Crudup
121. Josh Holloway
122. Michael Vartan
123. James Marsters
124. David Anders
125. Matthew Fox
126. Aaron Standford
127. Nicholas Gonzalez
128. James McAvoy
129. Diego Luna
130. Bono
131. Thomas Jefferson
132. Boyd Holbrook
133. Brandon Flowers
134. Michael Pitt
135. Adam Sandler
136. Hugo Weaving

*I didn't know who some of them were, but I'm too lazy to look them up!*

faded dreams
whispered memories
holding onto what was once lost
darkness settles into light
mind churns dauntingly
and beneath the furrowed brow
her wings spread gracefully

snowy meadows
falled captures of hope
lost and listless
hearts tread wearily
among the waded water of faith
her innocent white wings
glitter with fantasies

what once was lost,
but now is found
lies dormant inside her soul
for all she do is accept
even as her world falls to pieces
tattered wings of dewy evenings
remain widespread
ready to catch anyone who may fall

undoubtedly,
light fades to darkness
and only then does the rain fall
tears glisten on her pale cheeks
dark hair matted to her porcelain skin
ruby red lips swollen
brown eyes gaunt and emotional
the perfect portrait of a fallen angel
a reflection of what lies on the inside

behind the image,
the angel,
the broken little girl cries
for what she's lost
what she's found
and what she has

as the rain begins to settle,
darkness changing to light
her image now perfect and clear
brown eyes large and inquisitive
ruby red lips wide in smile
dark hair fluffy, curly down her back

faded dreams
whispered memories
hidden raptures of dreams
questions left unanswered...
her wings remain spread
for she knows
one day she'll know all she wants to

then and only then,
will she learn to fly again

i've been thinking a lot...a lot recently.

I've just been thinking. not about anything in particular...just life. Well...I guess you could chose a particular. My mom. Mother's day is coming up. Last year...it never really bothered me when Mother's day came and went...I forgot about it until the day after. But this year, it's different. I know it's coming. And sure...I have people I can give mother's day gifts, to...letting them know what great mother's they are to their own children... But mine. The only gift I can give her is to think about her.

I mean, God. My mother was the best person I ever knew. She was amazing, with a wonderful heart. Granted, we had our bouts when we didn't get along, but that's a mother and daughter for you. But even as I watched her...in the last month she was alive...she was so busy worrying about other people...that I honestly think she didn't care whether she lived or died. Because as long as the people she cared about where happy...that's all that mattered.

Everything about her...I'll never forget the way she smiled or laughed, or even hugged me. Sometimes it hurts so much I can hardly breathe...but then I think about the things that she did... Raising two children on her own for almost ten years, giving up everything she had for us. Nothing else mattered as long as we were safe. I mean, her heart had to be twice the normal size becuase she gave and gave...and she didn't want anything in return. And every Mother's Day, I let her know that. I even got her this little oscar thingie one year...*laughs* it was cute.

God, I miss her.

"True Love" --4/17/05

In this crowded world of mine
my heart has opened up to you
this feeling inside of me...

A simple touch,
it made my heart beat wildly
The look in your eyes,
my breath catches in my throat even now as I think about it
Your lips against mine,
the heat floods through my body

Sometimes it feels as though you don't really exist
I'm here
You're there
But seeing you,
for the first time
It was like a dream come true
knowing you weren't a figment
something I made up

Now I know that true love is real
because in you...
That's where I find it
Your heart
Your soul
You've helped me breathe again
to feel like my worth matters
And eve as the tears fell from my eyes
You understood...
...For the same tears fell from yours

Breathing deep
my heart beats steadily
knowing I'm cherished
I'm trusted
I'm beautiful
But above all else...
I am loved,
by You

The man who came into my life unexpectedly
Who took a chance with his broken heart
let me see him
all of him
No questions asked
No bards held
for we both took the chance
falling...
...hopelessly
...completely
...utterly...

...in love.

And James,
I'll love you always and forever
because now
My heart
My mind
My soul
they all belong to you
You are my one
My only
My true love

"Alive"

Now that I find myself
in the person beside me
this feeling of peace
surrounds my soul
And it seems like something really matters
Time slows down
this world around me...
I can actually bear
for when my eyes meet his
I can breathe
Deep inside...
my heart beats again
no longer does the dread cloud my mind
Breaking down the walls
that once were present
The serenity floods through my veins
and once again...
I feel alive

night shadows
coursing through your veins
breaking the wind
the sands
each and every crevice of time
hold tight to those you hold dear
never let them forget,
how much they mean to you
and even as the shadows,
the doubt,
the fear of faith
courses through your veins
you'll know that you are not alone
for you'll stand strong
once more
simply because
as long as you want to live
you will
be strong
survive
don't give up
and live...for yourself...

(not my best, but eh, it's something. I've been wanting to write for the longest time but absolutely nothing as come to me...and this is just crap thrown together so blah...:P)

well i want to write a poem...but no words are coming out...soooooooo....

So...there's this new Charmed RPG!  I don't know how many of you are interested in Charmed or whatnot, but we made an RPG.  Well, Matt did...I'm kind of a co-owner but not really. Yeah confusing.  But we are accepting any and all characters.  Good, evil, neutral, witch, warlock, demon.  The canon characters left are Leo, Wyatt and Daryl! :D  Even if your curious, just check it out, it'll be fun!  :D

Charmed: Keeping the Balance

:D Hope to see you there!