Mean isn't the way to be, Even if you need to ***. People must be nice; Please don't make me say it twice. Being nice is the way of love Which is from above.
Death screams for life; Life screams for death. They don't simply whisper or ask for it politely. They're both desperate; obssess. They want it, NEED IT, and screaming for it. And once they have what they wanted, there will be no more but nothing.
tinged in soft light atmosphere you sit quietly high above the bare naked trees
waxing and waning eternally missing you so
my puppyhead is up with you why did she have to leave so suddenly?
i wish her lightness dancing on high racing and running chasing you around
but this little human heart feels her loss so acutely her death stolen from me by the stalker.
why must humans be so cruel so mean
the moon and the stars the heavens above looking down upon these sad little forms called man and woman
they cry for the pain the little forms inflict isn't there enough that nature flings
well enough pondering and thinking
too much thinking and you really will be stinking
crescent moon high above the trees your soft light brings me such sweet peace
tell my puppyhead i love her so and always will that i miss her so and always will
well tell all my puppyheads i miss them so and i eagerly await the little furry creatures they are sending me to **** with my mind now you all are gone.
i know you are up there rubbing your little paws together plotting and planning to send me someone or someones to REALLY give me one new hell of a time.......
She motioned the outline of an hourglass, a particularly curvy one And said, "you're supposed to look like this" And I thought to myself, *that way of thinking is just the problem