Sky
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Post by Sky on May 8, 2006 21:00:53 GMT -5
When everything goes wrong I turn to you. But now where are you? Will I see you again? I hope you might return back to me I was a secret to be kept wasn't I?
Life is so messed up. It makes you go up and down, side to side. The world of narcautics.... it takes away the pain. The suffering, I will always be apart of a tragedy. Everything in my life is crazy and mixed up. I hope one day I may look back and laugh but..... will it be so easy to get to that point? Maybe..... Maybe not.
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Sky
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Post by Sky on May 9, 2006 20:38:14 GMT -5
Human behaviour...... is mostly filled with hate and anger. Well thats the way I see it. The few saints left alive try to excert themselves. They try to make sure everyone is fine. Before they worry about themselves, is that a good thing to do?
But what if your anger comes from a resentment.... of yourself. You tried to patch things among your friends. Smiled when the world turns against you. When a loved one when ruins the chance of the century. When your beloved parents decide enough is enough, and call their relationship quits. Refusing to work out their differences. And not to mention the death of someone who will be sorely missed.
I'm sorry Lara for not noticing these things before.
Saints Of Many Kinds I'm sorry that you tried so hard to not cry and fold into the hate of the world But my own sorrow is diminuative compared to yours I'll miss your smile I'll miss that sparkle in your eyes But most of all I will miss the saint Your passionate fire being distinguished You couldn't help but try and fix things... But why did you have to be harmed in the process I have a quesiton for you, why did you have to think this is your duty? Everything is right when you point out the way for me But I alwasy fell behind without that guidance Now I'm lost, I'm waiting to be found now The world always seems to have a new plan to keep me down Please take me away from this place and into paradise All I can ask is that may I have the strength not to cry But life it the enternal lie. John Carifelle. Original Poem
Inspire Me Strength varies because of the person, but you... your different Something absolutely unexplainable. But that one thign draws the world towards your very presence When you told me about how you feel I never thought before how this must affect. And all I can say now is that I am sorry You inspire me, you helped me go on
But what thanks can I give back to you? I listen to the songs you since while being silly I laughed and smiled, and truly remembered you Now we've changed but thats a given isn't it? I wanted to be there, but I was never able to be You've found a new family, although it wasn't what you wanted But all I can do is smile and try and be happy. You inspired me. John Carifelle. Original Poem
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