Tell me I will last
   Anyone will last
And I will greet you with a laugh
   Mortal and cold
Like the dawn of each new day
   Every minute growing old
All will wither
   All will die
All will fade
   Will not last
   Or outlast time
Truth be told
   Noone will survive the youngest youth
   Just as none will surpass the timeless old
This is the Morbid Truth
   I hold

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.

The value of food
is completely unknown
until the hunger sets in.
I can say the same
for love.

–Ron Gavalik

I envy the moon, for hiding so frequently behind the shadow of the Earth.
I wish I could do the same, sometimes.
I’m tired of hanging in this sky.
I’m sick of my solitude in a starless expanse.
So fair world, do unto me as a new moon, I beg.
Let me go behind your shadow this once.
And as the moon is so rejoiced when it returns from behind its cloak,
Let me, one day, feel the same.

She changed my clothes
She changed my pose
She changed my hair
She changed my prayer
She changed me
Like iron to rust

But like other girls
She did the same

In this story
You are the medicine
Who Created mr.  Hyde

Sorry? To late
Jekyll taking his grave