The way he loved me.

I am missing him, it hurts me. Just thinking about him. He's everywhere I look, every where I go. His memories are locked in everything he ever gave to me. My Necklace, the ring, my jacket that I sleep in at night. I smell him in the mornings as my shower steam clears away. I see his gentle smile when I think I hear his voice. Knowing he is gone and is not comming for me is hard. What can I do? When he is no where to wipe away the tears he doesn't know he caused? He'd kill for me, all those who hurt me, I hope he never kills himself. I hope he doesn't kill me.

I did this, I took myself away. There was nothing I could do to spare our hearts. His tears haunt me when I think of all his pain. I know that in his eyes, there is nothing worse than what I have done. He is unknowingly the center of my world, the very thing that I woud kill for if it made him happy. I would do anything to see him smile again, to hear him laugh. Instead I can only cry about it. He hates it hwen I cry, but here I am, doing it all over again. That tear that never leaves my eyes, hardened by the love he gave to me.

He taught me to never cry, but I can't stop.

Dancing in the rain

I love to dance in the rain.
It cleanses the soul and purifies the same
things we try to wash away.
Then comes the day
when the rain just pours,
and the thunder crashes against the shores.
I can hear it, Not just feel it
the lightning has my face lit.
I feel the water
falling on my shoulder.
the wind makes it all the colder.
It may be cold, but it warms my soul.
Better yet, my grace unfolds.
Allow me to show what I can do
Allow me to go on and dance for you!
The rain complements my every move
watch me, or join me too.
Dancing, whirling twirling
leaping, jumping, and swirling.
Dancing the dance to the rain,
dancing the dance of the rain.

Foolish little pixie

I am your foolish little pixie, watch me dance around.
Hear my little lovely song, don't really hear a sound.
I'm robbing you of your innocence, laughing at your face.
You really should close your mouth, trust me, it's a disgrace.
Don't look behind, she's telling you these lies
I know that's what my sister is, hiding in disguise.
She's taking away you will, your mind, your thought.
Telling you what to do, and what really you ought not.
She makes the world seem pretty,
when you look into the city.
From our forest that is so far.
Just, don't forget who YOU are.

Blog about nothing.

Finaly, a blog about nothing. Do you know how long I have waited for a blog about nothing! Then I decided that I better make one. Nothing. Do you know how hard it is to write about nothing in particular? Possitively impossible because nothing is a topic in it'self. Do you see? This is a heavily oximoronic place we live in. It's complicated to know what something means anymore. There's always something to make out of it, even when it's nothing! Do you get what I am saying?! It' COMPLICATED! Oh Mi GOSH! Comment on your oppinion, ON NOTHING!!!!