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               Help Me. . .        
                                                      Get Her Free . . .

There are approximately 2 million species of animals on this planet.
16,306 are endangered and nearly extinct.

There are approximately 34,000 species of fish on this planet.
Almost 1,414 are close to extinction.

There are approximately 10,000 species of birds on this planet.
416 are endangered and nearly extinct.

America produced approximately 254 million tons of trash.
14 billion pounds of garbage is estimated to be dumped in the ocean each year.

There are approximately 7.53 billion people on this Earth . . .
And the universe is 9.3 billion light years.

Look out Universe cause here we come!

I feel like a broken clock.
I always want to move forward but I go 10 minutes back.
I hang on the white wall with red dots and tick to the beat of my dead heart.
When someone notices I am telling the wrong time they
Drop me in the box that
Is labeled

Rejects . . .

Then one day they take me out of the box
And hang me on the wall again.

Like a broken record they do this sick cycle again and
                                                                              again and
                                                                                      again and
                                                                                                   again . . .

A world without you...
Is something destructive and ignorant.

A world without you...
Is monotonous and bleak.

A world without you...
Is hell and confined.

A world without me...
Is something tranquil and unbound.  

A world without us...
Is a non existing scene.

"Yeah"
"Ur not a drama queen"
"Actually ur the kind of
person that doesn't want drama"

                                                                       "yes thank god someone
                                                                        undersatnds!!! I just want to
                                                                        stand up for what I believe in
                                                                        and she just keeps on squishing
                                                                        me down. Well I am not going
                                                                        to take this is any more!"
"Whut r u gonna do"
                                                                        "I am just done being her friend.
                                                                        I thought that she was going to
                                                                        change but she has not so I am
                                                                        done. I dont need this in my
                                                                        life. I am so sick of being
                                                                        drowned in their ignorance. I
                                                                        know that she will not like this
                                                                        but i am going to be selfish for
                                                                        once in my life."
"Ohhh u do whuts right for u amy"
"I'll stand up for u"


                                   That last line melted my heart.

Memory lane...
What a disastrous place to live.
Some wealthy mansions
And most lonely hobos in cardboard boxes.

Some grass is green
And some grass dried to death.
The lily pond is there
But gone in the same second.

I remember that lily pond...
I fell in it because you pushed me in.
What a beautiful memory right?
Two young kids without a care in the world.

But growing up changes people.
I was never keen on growing up because
That would mean to push away my
Childish soul.

You, dear friend, felt the same way.
Growing up felt like
The imprisonment of what was left of your
Careless ways.

I guess you wanted to be a child at heart
Forever.

I still look at that lily pond and wonder
"How can it be that deep?"
It was deep enough to hold you
And there was still room to hold me.

When you did it...
What did you see?

Did you see me riding my bike alongside you?
Did you see us dancing in the wheat by the farm?
Did you see Mr. Wilder yell at us when we did go in his field?
Did you see the night were you first told me how you felt?

If you are happy...
Then I am happy.
But I miss you old friend.

Memory lane is such a disastrous place to live
Because I can still see us jumping by the lily pond
And you pushing me in...

On white walls
           with long halls
                          Hung pictures of nature that
You have
        never been.
                     To me that is just a reminder
That you will
     never travel again.
      When I reached your room and saw
Your corpse
           figure slowly
       Breathing to the rhythm of the
Machine.  
Until
slowly
it
was
gone
.
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.
.
.
.
.

Hello to all that write under the stone cold moon.
Hello to all of the broken hearts and the judged.
Hello to the chubby girls who stare at porcelain dolls.
Hello to the normal boys who dream of being important.

YOU ARE IMPORTANT AND DON'T FORGET IT!

This may sound cliche but it is all about what is in inside that counts.
I am not usually the one to believe in fate our destiny but I do believe that
We are all special and that we should let it shine.

Please let your soul shine and never let anyone extinguish that light.

I feel as if I am not writing these words.

I feel as if my hands are tied with strings
And my ghost is the puppeteer.

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Fireflies in a jar . . .
                         Camping by the fire . . .
Looking at the stars . . .
                          For all the world to admire . . .

All things found in nature
Are being destroyed for mans greed.
We believe that we own this world
But truly it belongs to me.

silence can be a blessing and a curse.
it all depends on what is occurring at the moment.
if people are telling you to change and that you are a waste of time
then silence is a blessing.
if you are alone and the silence echoes in your head and whispers
sharp words then silence is a curse.

why is there no sane voice in my life?

L  M  I  T  S  B  T  C  S  I  C  D  I   I  W    
a   e   n  h  a   y   h  o   o      a   r   n  t   a
y           e   n       e   a           n   i       s  v
                  d            s                f          e
                                t                 t          s

                                 Thank you...

I have been told of my pessimistic views
And told to lighten up and look for the best in life.

How can I do that when I only trust myself?
And for that, there is a reason
But that is not a tale for today

I am not reminiscing.

I hate you.

I hate everything about you.

I hate how you think that you can knock me down and threaten me.
I hate how you think that I need you and that I am not resourceful.
I hate how you think that I will not make it on my own.

I am strong. I am smart. I will get through this. Even if I have to leave you and My loved ones behind.

People look at me so vicious and mean.
All I  do is show the possibilities.
I am that lonely snake in the tree:
a tree full of apples and no one will eat.
Everyone shunned me until a naive girl
took an apple and I showed her
the truth of the world.

Why do I feel so alone?
Why is love so unattainable for someone like me?
Why can I not cry?
Why am I so desolate?

I am beginning to crumble.

I am gone.

I am a prey being cornered by my hunters.
If I reveal my secrets
They will spill my blood
And countless others.
But if I don't they will **** me
And still, find the others.

What should I do?

I was given a single rose
For some special occasion
A day of hearts and jubilation
It does not say who it is from alas
But that means someone must love me
For who I am!

Thank you to my admirer
For loving me
And if I knew you I am
Sure you would say the same!

When did I turn into the monster
That you see?

When did you begin to quiver
When I came near?

When did you call me the monster
Under your bed?

How unfortunate
You will not care when I am dead.

                             Am I really the monster that you see?

I was told that if I wished upon a star
It would come true...

I wish it hadn't...

I have lost everything
And everyone I loved.

On that cursed star, I lost my life
But I got what I wanted.

I miss what I had.

I will never wish upon that ****** star
Ever again...

Two roads . . .
One side is light and the other
                                               is dark.

You, the reader, would naturally assume
That I chose the light path
Because the light exposes secrets and deception.
                                          
                                                But I am being guided by a fox . . .

He told me to go down the dark path
                                               And being me I was gullible and went with him.

I am the chained owl
Who will not take flight
Into the moon tonight.

These chains bound
So strong and tight
Break me under the pressure.

With all of my might
I pull the chains
But my little body is brittle

I might as well die under these chains.
No one cared about these scars anyway.
I am the unwise owl who can never take flight
Into the moonlight night.

yeah
I just wish that they would stop pestering me to talk to her.
I said I would talk her out of it
but I don't need this stress on my life.
I take two steps forward and they keep on pulling me three steps back.
I am always one step behind them so
That I can never be better than them.

But if I leave her then she might actually do it.
What should I do?
It is literally breaking my heart in two.

I just want to lay my head down to sleep
And dream of you and me.
We can bask in the afternoon sun
And you can be with me.

But dreams fade.
My phantom will meet its tragic end.
However she will haunt my dreams forevermore.
This nightmare will never end!

broken hearts
broken dreams
broken plates
echoed screams...

no one can help me
not because i wont let them
but because they are not there
for me

it is okay though
i have adapted to the loneliness

Dear Willow by the stream
Why do you whisper of things that have been?
Your secrets old as lore
Legend or actuality
Is the question.

Dear Willow tell me your secrets
Of the past wars.
Whose blood stained your trunk?
Whose initials are scraped from that heart?
Murmur about the skeletons under your roots.  

Dear Willow speak of me
To my kin and their kin and many after.
Tell of my melancholy heart
And my downhearted loneliness.
Speak of me my dear Willow like none before.

Darkness is my muse...
The nothing has a nice taste...
It stares coldly at something...
I can picture everything in its shadowed frame.

I fell into it...
That blank face...
You are my oblivion...
I love the ring to that name!

His eyes burst like an infinity of stars.
How I wish I could hold just one.
However, his stars shine for someone else.
I can tell in his constellations.

His stars are far away
So in this darkness, I will stay.