
| Come close....I need you..... hold my hand & may you please hug me?.... I feel so lone.....so not loved....so ugly....so myself |
"Welcome to a world of a strange girl, where anything is possible, where images reflect feelings, where the heart loves and the soul laughs."

Odio como ries, |





| Of late, it's harder just to go outside To leave this deadspace with hatred, so alive Writhing with sickness, thrown into banality, I decay Killed by the weakness, but forced to return, turn it off I watch the stars as they fall from the sky I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry Out there so quickly grows malignant tribes Posthuman extinction excels unrecognized Feeling surrounded, so bored with mortality, I decay All of this hatred is fucking real, turn it on... yeah I watch the stars as they fall from the sky I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry It won't be all right despite what they say Just watch the stars tonight as they, as they disappear, disintegrate And I disintegrate 'cause this hate is fucking real And I hope to shade the world as stars go out and I disintegrate |

| Lo que diré a continuación es un sentimiento que prefiero desahogar aqui & escrito...ya que sé que casi nadie entra a este blog de conocidos..... I'm happy, I feel I have friends I see a good friend but it looks like I´m a stranger... I feel stupid.... that friend doesn´t even notice I cry doesnt notice his friend I thought I had a friend.. but I guess I don't. I thought he noticed.. but now I don't.. I wish to die but I think a while... Is that the only way that he will notice? he or she... it doesn't matter.... I supposed I had a friend... & the person I never talked to came . That person looked worried.. that person did notice... then ONE "friend " noticed.. but that was all... I'm so stupid.. I thought they were my friends... I should have listened.. but I just ignored.. now I have it.. something hit me... now I know I have no friends at all..... |
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Carajo!!!
por que??!!...por que existen los examenes?..no es suficiente con que hagamos el esfuerzo de escucharlos & anotar como esclavos todo lo que dicen & anotan en el pintarrón??...luego distraernos un poco con garabatos tontos??.....
Mañana Examen!! & peor aun...de FISICA!!!..... esa materia complicada & tonta...... parcial en lugar de semestral....Sí claro!!!.....lo que no saben o no se quieren dar cuenta es de que trata de todo lo que vimos en el semestre!!...en conclusion es como un semestral pequeño!!!
Mi cabeza estallará!!...... que complicado.......Bueno al parecer no cambiaran.... solo espero que mi cabeza no olvide lo estudiado......

| ¿Y el amor?Puede llevarte al cielo, pero también puede sumergirte en la más densa oscuridad;puede provocar el más dulce sueño y la más horrible pesadilla;puede calentarte con un beso y congelarte con un "Adiós!"Es lo más hermoso y lo más horrible.Amor...¿quién te conoce?Eres el desierto más arido y la selva más viva.Amor... amor.¿Por qué duele tanto amar?¿Por qué me importa tanto lo que ella hace?¿Por qué me afecta tanto lo que ella dice?Estoy enamorado pero más parece que estuvuiera enfermo.Lagrimas, materialización del amor!Sueños, ¿por qué huyen?Tranquilidad, ¿por qué no te apoderas de mí?Felicidad, ¿Por qué no vienes?Amor, eres espiritu y no carne y huesos, eres invisible a los ojos; hay gente que no entiende eso...Lágrimas, mudo lenguaje de amor.Una lágrima vale más que mil palabras.Lágrimas, materializacion del amor.Amor eres todo y nada...Amor...¿quién te conoce? |

| I feel something for you.... but there's something in me.... I don't know what to do.. there's something that says NO to you... I have my friends.. I have you.. but there's something.. something that is so confusing... So I give you this note... with my heart all bloody.. & has a message for you & says... I'M SO SORRY.... |



| I held the knife so close to my heart. Like a foolish child I sat and I cried, Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried. Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground. Covered in drops of blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed: "To those who don't care, to those who can't see, Never Give up always thrive to be free. "Didn't know how many people would later cry. "Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way." Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could. Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would. In tears, looked at the blue sad day. When you come and see these drops of blood and me, This isn't the way my life was meant to be. |
| Life is a prison, Oh God let me out. No one to listen, To hear when you shout. Climb the walls of insanity, Ride the waves of despair. If you fall it don't matter, There's no one to care. Used to wish for a window, To see birds, trees and sky, But you're better without one - Stops you aiming too high. Watching freedom is painful, For those locked away. Seeing joy, love and happiness, Another price that you pay. Strong is good, weak is bad. Be it false, be it true. Your mind makes the choice, And enforces it too. Cell walls built by society, With rules to adhere. If you breach the acceptable, You had better beware. Hide the pain, carry on, Routine is the key. Don't let on that you're not, What you're pretending to be. Lock it all up inside you, How badly that bodes. Look out for that one day, When it all just explodes. Leaving naught but a shell, Base functionality too. But killing all else, That was uniquely you. So how do you grow, With a timebomb inside? Or how to defuse it, Without destroying its ride? You can't. |
| Gracie was 13. 13 when it all happened, the castle, the vampire, the roses. Even as she lay in black silk lined coffin she remembered, even when she died and floated away she remembered. It was April 26th 1888, around 11:30 p.m. The night seemed to swallow the world, but Gracie wasn't afraid. She loved the dark, she felt as though it whispered secrets into her ears and wrapped her in a warm cloak of safety. Tonight was the night that the vampire chose to come out. He had no name, or at least not one that Gracie remembered. All she remembered were those icy blue eyes that glittered in the night like two jewels she wanted to hold tightly in her hand. He walked up to her, cloak billowing in an unfelt wind and took her hand. The hand that was to warm his cold heart soon. They walked silently into the night, Gracie wondering where they were going, the vampire planning.It was only when the girl was seated across from the vampire dressed in a simple black dress that he found himself thinking of her. A beautiful black rose he called her. Her raven black hair became blue than back to black as the firelight danced over it with tiny incoherent steps.Night came to a close and the vampire sat in the garden, surrounded by his black death roses.It was than that he felt a a tiny tug on his sleeve. He looked down into the purple eyes of the child he had taken home that night. Wordlessly she climbed onto his lap and tucked her head under his chin. Involuntarily, his arms came around her and held her close. Blood tears fell from his eyes, and the girl looked up at him, her own eyes filled with pain. His pain. Now he knew more than ever he had to kill her. A human, let alone a child could not bear the burden of a vampire's pain. Leaning in slowly, he kissed her gently on the lips and sank his teeth into her neck. She did not struggle, just lay still in his arms, her own salty tears making tracks down her pale cheeks. As she died, images flowed into her brain. One stuck out and she clung to it like the vampire clung to the darkness. This was love. The pain, the tears, and the sacrifices. This was love. And so ends the story of the vampire's rose. |