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Monday, May 18, 2009




The used zipped off sleeve hoodie!

I want this so badly =(((((

www.theused.net check out the other hoodie!

Our horses vomit blood hoodie

But still i think this is nicer! i so must get this once im back


| Into My Thoughts @ 10:41 PM |


Saturday, May 9, 2009


She had a dream last night where
the ghost of her past came
haunting
the times of her life
just another nightmare
all over again

The skies were never so blue
the grass never really
breathing
all that would be left of
would be the remnants
of those statues
1999

She couldn't breathe
the ever flowing amount of people
the whispers not the stares
Tearing
Like an absorbent sponge
to be held down
once again

The lights of san francisco
the notions of yesterday
failing thrust into frozen
capitailsed icicles
dark as winter

She saw her dad last night
for one more time
fading
into the shadows of
uneven plantations
never again
once more

The lines began to swirl
the thread of hope
dissapearing
turn away from the light
the light at the end of the tunnel
the clock ticking

She needed air
the lights of forever yesterday
ticking
her wings earthbound
unto memories of
the present

The sunset once more
the final sunrise
till darkness invades
the final midnight
gone

Haunting, Breathing, Tearing, Failing
Fading, Dissapearing, Ticking,
Gone~

| Into My Thoughts @ 2:18 PM |


Thursday, May 7, 2009


My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I lost my dad when i was 11
I should have been beside him
but i was not

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I took the loss hardest
6 years has passed by
everyone got over it
except me

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
6 years I dissapear
Consumed into darkness
The impending darkness

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I love the carpark
I find solitude and peace there
My heart is in a mess
not twisted I assure

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I lost too many people
and im going to loose more
the world is naught but cruel

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I prayed to god asking for a miracle
those that belonged in a childs mind
I asked for some company
or some assurance
Nothing

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I have a step father and a step sister
I feel no connection
No matter how nice they can be
I feel
nothing

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I used to love going to church
But now I don't get the point anymore
I go there to find peace
And everytime i call
The phone rings endlessly

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I am empty
I am cold
6 years
on going

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I grew up too fast
Never enjoyed much of anything
that smile you see in those pictures
what smiles?

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
In my darkest hour I asked
No one replied
I lived two years with a lie
a lie so that my family
would be at peace

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
today again I asked
today again I saw nothing
I got through everything by myself
but in the times when my body refuses
again i see
a whole lot of desolation

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I have been charging ahead for something
something in which I do no know

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
Their life is perfect
mine is not
thank you me

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I feel empty
Like a worm eats through an apple
the hole you see
multiplied

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I am a sad soul
My parents are happy
My siblings are happy
Me I am
Neutral

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I am?
I never knew

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
god enjoys his humour
I was made this way
I did not go astray
God you have your laugh
I'll entertain

My name is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I dont know what to believe in anymore
Maybe everything was made up
I dont know
Made up to console to answer the
Unanswered questions

My name Is Jonathan
I am 17 this year
I hate my life
Do you?
(but no matter what you still made me smile)
and you still do
-Desolation, Destruction, Derailment, Depravation
Condemned

| Into My Thoughts @ 7:45 PM |