

RealityIn all our lives we search for something we dont even understand Searching for some long off promise of perfection and happinessReality
That is never found Life isnt about finding happiness It is the search for it The trials and tribulations Of being knocked down and beat down Finding the strength to get up The strength to not give up Take heart in the small pleasures in life For they are what life is all about There is no happily ever after
Or story book ending Remember the bad with the good
For the pain is what makes the pleasure Oh so sweet an


PerfectionWhat is perfection Or more to point The perfect woman This fairytale creature There is no one answer of course For she is all women Just not to all She is the perfect one who loves you Not in spite of all your faultsPerfection
But because of them Doesnt not tolerate the idiocies
But understands why The definition of perfection changes
From person to person But she is still just the same all the way through The jigsaw
That which makes the pain and heartache worth it That soothes away what she can
And holds what cant And will


Fighting LifeAll the world is swirling around us Making us dizzy and hating our lives Making us wonder what the point of keeping going on is But the swirling round is what makes our life worth it Its what keeps us moving and on our toes What gives us a reason to get up in the morning Otherwise we would have no reason to riseFighting Life
No reason to fight No reason to breathe For all would be easy and fall to the way The simplicity of life would drive us all mad The difficulty and the pain is what gives us drive Gives the strength and power to keep moving and fighting It makes
| I'm young I'm angry and I'm totally controlled by whatever force that causes me to write I have zero and I mean zero influence or control over it. And somehow this doesn't bother me, it makes me feel powerful, I have a muse guiding me, I can do anything. |
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People never know how special someone is until they leave, but maybe sometimes its important to leave, so they are given that chance to see how special that someone really is
How are you?
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I dont care to be remebered
I dont care to live forever
I just want to know one thing when I die
I want to be able to say softly
This is it, This is when its ment to end
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The Something called Sarsaparilla Scratched its Scaly Stale.
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