tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582409075395212382011-04-21T13:43:27.095-07:00schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-20039694365558460862008-02-20T11:55:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:55:17.420-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/R7yGKbPrlBI/AAAAAAAAABo/kr0CsmNgUCY/s1600-h/moonlite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169153985984828434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/R7yGKbPrlBI/AAAAAAAAABo/kr0CsmNgUCY/s320/moonlite.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />As we lay there quiet</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I was reminded of all the reasons why I lust you<br /></div><div align="center">Your smile...and the way it teased at me seductively<br />Your laugh...and the way it tempted me<br />Your eyes...and the way they seem to hypnotize me<br /><br />As we sat there silent<br />I was reminded of all the reasons why I love you<br />Your smile...and the way it brings such life into me<br />Your laugh...and the way it makes everything okay<br />Your eyes...and the way they seem to read my thoughts<br /><br />As we stand here now<br />I am reminded of all the reasons why I hate you<br />Your smile...and the way it confuses me<br />Your laugh...and the way it seems to mock me<br />Your eyes...and the way they can look into mine and not feel a thing </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-2003969436555846086?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-69212531682632592932008-01-07T05:40:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:55:17.641-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/R4IuGBq4F-I/AAAAAAAAABg/5sahc7RVGWc/s1600-h/252.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152731604727633890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/R4IuGBq4F-I/AAAAAAAAABg/5sahc7RVGWc/s320/252.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">It's like misery is an old friend, </div><div align="center">and it tricks you sometimes into thinking it's always going to be there, </div><div align="center">like you can't be happy, </div><div align="center">but you can. </div><div align="center">you can walk away from the pain and i think being in love is the best way to do it</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-6921253168263259293?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-16370792039682832832007-11-09T01:17:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:55:17.854-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RzQmvUtuPaI/AAAAAAAAABY/o479DjySGRY/s1600-h/eye.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130768469938027938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RzQmvUtuPaI/AAAAAAAAABY/o479DjySGRY/s320/eye.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Does this darkness have a name? </div><br /><div>This cruelty, this hatred, how did it find us? </div><br /><div>Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? </div><br /><div>What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war hoping for their safe return but knowing that some would be lost along the way? </div><br /><div>When did we lose our way? </div><br /><div>Consumed by the shadows...Swallowed whole by the darkness... </div><br /><div>Does this darkness have a name? </div><br /><div>Is it your name? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-1637079203968283283?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-41876015145568608512007-10-25T06:53:00.000-07:002008-12-09T19:55:18.040-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RyCgIIoKKfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lcEoL30ihvA/s1600-h/Kissing_by_mobiusant.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125272437562943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RyCgIIoKKfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lcEoL30ihvA/s320/Kissing_by_mobiusant.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you expect it to always be there…because you can't remember a time in your life when it wasn't. But then one day you feel something else-something that feels wrong, only because it's so unfamiliar. And in that moment you realize…you're happy.<br /></div><br /><div>Happiness comes in many forms-in the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else's dream come true, or in the promise of hope renewed. It's okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-4187601514556860851?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-67230751326068152092007-06-30T07:55:00.000-07:002008-12-09T19:55:18.205-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RoZwyFoyYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/Uv2I7xMqUWo/s1600-h/silence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RoZwyFoyYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/Uv2I7xMqUWo/s320/silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081873235343204402" border="0" /></a><br />Filled with sorrow...<br />Bleak inner self touched by pride,<br />devoured by solitude, still wrapped in time.<br />I'm flowing with pain!<br /><br />Holding myself back in suspicion...<br />and lingering in the dust...<br />the dust of my abandoned remains.<br />Killed with the dagger of life...!<br /><br />Such an exquisite pride in my suffering...<br />alone, all alone with the emotional<br />streams of my soul...<br />So real, so pure... yet i'm left aside<br />entangled in fear... without hope.<br /><br />I am truly left alone,<br />but somehow... just somehow<br />it feels like my loneliness is a victory<br />over the self-delusion of joy... and happiness.<br /><br />My heart beats faster,<br />the anguish becomes clearer<br />and my misanthropic view gets stronger.<br />Living in the shadows...<br />so proud of being the one,<br />but desperate...<br />so desperate for a helping hand.<br />Do I really want to live this life?<br /><br />I have a thousand reasons to die,<br />and many millions of tears to cry... in silence.<br />The human plague has emtied my life,<br />and I curse the day I was born... to this world!<br /><br />Still, no-one else I ever want to be...<br />and no-one else I intend to be...<br />'cause no-one else I was meant to be!<br /><br />I need, I want, I long for my retribution...<br />I need, I want, I yearn for my retribution...<br />I want my retribution... I want it now!<br /><br />Unity; a gathering of open wounds,<br />of dark... of dark clean spirits...<br />what a dream... what a dream so distant!<br />Why should I... why should I be alone<br />when I love... when I love my brotherhood?<br />Shall I die... shall I die to be free<br />when I cry... when I cry in silence...<br />so please let me die in silence...<br />oh my god, let me die in silence!<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-6723075132606815209?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-27771925959206990192007-06-19T08:04:00.001-07:002008-12-09T19:55:18.358-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RnfyEq3oDvI/AAAAAAAAABA/yzyr4i5cfIo/s1600-h/fairy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RnfyEq3oDvI/AAAAAAAAABA/yzyr4i5cfIo/s320/fairy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077793266924523250" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Have you ever dreamed of living in a forest filled with animals that spoke to you and trees that actually came alive?<br />Did you ever wish that you lived in a big castle with over one hundred rooms...secret staircases...treasure chests filled with jewels and knights with armor guarding every door?<br />Have you ever hoped that a wand would make all of your wishes come true?<br />Have you ever wished to be in a place where strangers become lovers with candies?<br />I live in a place like this...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-2777192595920699019?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-658240907539521238.post-81112236818606860792007-06-15T12:33:00.000-07:002008-12-09T19:55:18.600-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RnQ0cK3oDqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pcYfVU8tuWY/s1600-h/sdsd.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740338512039586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGz4cjAHuoE/RnQ0cK3oDqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pcYfVU8tuWY/s320/sdsd.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">just a few lines to tell you how i feel<br />a few lines to show you i care<br />but what good will these few lines do...<br />if you were never there?<br />those words will just be written...<br />never noticed or read<br />all my feelings down on a paper<br />all thoughts that will fill my head whispered softly to myself<br />so no one else can hear<br />only i can see whats written<br />only i can feel my tears<br />shutting out the world around me<br />only i can hear my cries<br />writing my feelings down on a paper<br />my heart starts to die<br />but no one seems to know<br />i am trying to hold on<br />but i am slowly letting go</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/658240907539521238-8111223681860686079?l=shappot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>schaffuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378471434897558556noreply@blogger.com7