~Is it just me, or is this song pretty gay? It sounds like the singer is singing about another girl, without the 'she stole my man' element.

~I hate cold. It is freezing, my heater just makes noise, and candles do not help. The cold has settled itself in my being, and my hands are perpetually cold. I hate cold.

~Why are we here? What is our purpose? Why do we exist?

~Silence is what happens when your soul cries and your voice is quiet.

1. Sometimes I feel like singing very loudly for no reason at all. In the lubrary, at school, even at home. Very strange.

2. What is the point of cement? It is harmful, soulless and hurts to walk on.

3. My subconcious has a very interesting sense of humour. I end up with songs like "Grease I s The Word" stuck in my head while eating french frys, and "Tell Her About It" stuck in my head while talking to my friend I have a crush on. Weird.

November

The roses are no longer brilliant red
Some have faded, most are dead
The roses are no longer brilliant red
The rains are coming on and it is cold
Some get lonely, some get old
The rains are coming on and it is cold

Nights are long and sharper than a knife
Season of the end of life
Nights are long and sharper than a knife
All the birds except the crows are gone
None are left to sing the song

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. My friend now thinks I'm a pervert because I said another girl was hot. And my friend thinks I'll get over my queerness. Ummm, hello, I WAS BORN LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!! That's like saying "you'll get over having blue eyes" What is wrong with her!?!?!? She is such a fucking homophobe. She says stuff like, "umm, usually guys say that" and then says she's not a homophobe!!! Grrrrrrrrrr

This is a vampire poem, not for the fainthearted.

Black, White, And Red

Black satin nights
Sable tresses of a young girl
Swirling beauty, silent ebony
She follows me into the blackness
Into the darkness
Black draped flesh
An ebon curtain
Concealing her
White flesh
Stark as the snow
Bright as the moon
Innocent as a dove
Curtains slip from her
Enticing white flesh
She bares herself to the darkness

I hate them. Well, hate is a strong word. I dislike them intensely. Here is my "ways to kill those damn idiots list"

-Set them on fire

-shoot them

-strangle them

-disembowel them

- eat them

I FINALLY GOT OVER MICHELLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not plagued by that horrible crush anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am free!!!

And I asked a girl at the library out, and she said yes!!!!!!! Now I just have to figure out how to tell my dad.

Peace & Love
Andre Inkblot

Michelle

Michelle
I long to tell you
How much I long to hold you in my arms
Or even just tell you
How much I love you
But how can I?
I lack
the balls to tell you
Straight
I lack the skill to write you a
Sonnet
If you asked me to
I would cry you an ocean
Bleed you a river
Build you a castle with my bare hands
I lack the voice to sing you a
Love song
I lack the guts to tell you

This one's kinda dramatic.

Crucifixion

My hands are pierced with nails
I hang here endlessly
Doomed to writhe 'til my body pales
From loss of life's scarlet liquor

Blood drips slowly over my hands
And none of this is real
There are no real scarlet bands
wrapped across my body

This crucifixion is a nightmare
Only a dream brought by thoughts of a creature
So beauteous, radiant and fair

Madman's Love Song

Spheres of darkness follow me
I think about you late at night
Bewitching all I'll ever see
You grip my sodden soul

Silent hills of blue cloth
Streching out my eyes
Flitting across my face like a moth
You grip my sodden soul

Dark rivers cascade
Across a heaving plane
Watching the muse parade
You grip my sodden soul

Lines curve across a play
Written in Russian

Head Over Heels

I don't know what's going on
I don't know how to explain how I feel
This has never happened before
For one like you or not
I was walking
And was pitched forward into chaos
I admit it
I fell for you
Hard
It hurt
It still hurts
My heart tears itself apart
Thinking about you is my own form of S&M
I fell off a cliff
Into a sea of turmoil
I used to be rational
Not anymore

Strangers

What if we were all strangers
What if we all were lost
What if we all had to get by in a strange town
What if we all were alone
What if we were all the unknown people we see on the streets
What if we all were strangers
What if we all had nobody to hold onto
What if we all stood out in the rain with no one
What if we were all wondering who we were
What if nobody had anyone to love

I wrote this about a straight girl I have a crush on.

Song For One Unnamed

Your hand brushes against mine
And in that instant our eyes entwine
Yours so dark they pierce my being
And mine so pale, looking, seeing
All that which my heart desires
With all the flame of endless fires
I strive to tell you with my gaze
That I have spent my nights and days
Longing for your slightest touch
I dare, I fear, I hope to much