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Love is crazy. You
never know what to
expect from it.
It has a crazy way
of showing you things.
Sometimes, love hurts;
sometimes it doesn't.
For some, love is a strong word;
for some, it's not.
For some people, saying "I love you"
comes more naturally than to others.
Crazy right??
The dead speak
They say that dead speak and move at a higher vibration than the living. Once you step into their realm, your soul begins to move with them. It’s time now to leave your body and feel their world.  Can you hear them? Can you feel them? Enter their corridor and feel what they feel. When you enter a morgue, there is so much emotion, and such dark, energy. They send you messages, telling you the hell that they went through in their lives, the hell that was not seen by others. They scream and touch you, trying to communicate, but you don’t see. They scream, and yell, yet the living don’t want to acknowledge them. The living doesn’t want to know the real truth about the paranormal. They think it’s just illusions and tricks of the mind. They are not free, it’s not a lie. Open your eyes and mind, just listen to what they have to say!!! They need your help, yet you don’t want to. You don’t want to know what really goes on. The living is blind to the paranormal. The dead speak, why can’t you just listen? Open your eyes! You think it’s all fun and games, when it’s the truth. You think it’s a fantasy, but it’s not.
Punk rock gives me energy.
I can feel it pulsing through my veins,
pushing me on.
The bass weaves itself in my hair,
the raw vocals burst golden,
like the sun's rays.
Punk rock gives me confidence.
I'm going to be ok.
At least that's what they say.
Stand your ground when
all else fails. It's your life to live,
no one else's. Your heart is an
open highway. Like many have said,
"I did it my way."
I stand my ground because it's
just me, myself, and I cause I got me for life.
Stand your ground cause no one else will do it for you.
I put my headphones in,
Close my eyes and let the beat of
my rock music flow through me.
I get a nostalgic feeling and I think
back to the days when things
were more simpler than now.
People were once happy and didn't
give a care in the world.
I, like a lot of people, am
torn between nostalgia,
for the familiar
and an urge for the foreign and strange.
As often as not, we are homesick
for the places we have never known
Breaking rules and taking name is what I do best! Don't follow the social norms. What they want is what they want you to be and believe.
Be different! Break the social norms! Believe in yourself!
Rockers, we don't care what others think because that is who we are. We stand united as a group because we are different. We are rule breakers, kick **** and we take name.
Punk Rock pulses though my veins while it energizes my soul.
I can feel it as it fills my soul, giving my a great boost of confidence.
In my hair, I can feel it weave its way through in loud pulses.
My heart beating with the bass in perfect, rhythmic harmony.

— The End —