p
|
an awkward hug provokes the question of why. why do you sit here and try to act like everything is perfect once again? i still have my undieing hate for who you are. nothing has changed in your spillings of apology. because nothing will change, NEVER. you already went back to old habbits and stupid truths. you should still be rotting in your holy cell ::: posted by Eddie at 7:16 PM [o] [o]*****[o]**[oo]
the imperial troops at hoth ::: posted by Eddie at 5:58 PM well, i messed up my star warz hoth post, so i ut this here for a bit. ::: posted by Eddie at 5:54 PM my hands lay rest upon your shoulders. and you look at me with your smiling face once again. i throw out a faint grin, as i embrase one last hug. i let go, and i walk on, because im done playing with triffles such as these. because what i need isnt just a happy persona, i would love to have the other sides as well. a maturity along with the immature. its fun to be gleeful and cheerful, but theres more than that that is lovely. but pray do go on; for there is no reason to not be who you are. ::: posted by Eddie at 10:37 PM and when you suppress it, it comes back, and with it, it brings the intensity you once had, but more exagerated than ever. i felt like i just wanted to bust in, take all of it in, consume it to the whole. a girl lost in a sea of glee. i ponder what could come of it, i doubt any intentions. i stay where i am. but i always wonder the "what ifs" ::: posted by Eddie at 9:30 PM shh. take my hand, ill be your guide. ill try my best to wisk you away to a happy smile, only protrayed by your hearts inner focus. we will go and we will make our own stories to share, to own, to keep, to charish, to feel, to live. we can go anywhere you want to go. just take my hand, hold it firm and tight. so where do you wanna go? how about new zealand? ::: posted by Eddie at 7:29 PM and through all the bullshit, i strive on. there is no time to be wasted on such small triffles. i look forward to upcoming events. the friendly competition of mock rock, the cheering crowd of a small thwack gathering, the night of the movies with katie. soon, anyway, ill be outa here. i still am a skeptic of it, but i know its for the better. ::: posted by Eddie at 5:42 PM who is the bigger man? the one who throws the punch? the one that chokes the other in a fit of rage? the one that will get all up in your face, just to breath fucking hard? to act tough. the one that will throw his body into the battle even if he is in the wrong? who is the bigger man? although i stood there for the beating, i stood my ground and proved that im more of a man than you. so let me ask you, who is the bigger man? ::: posted by Eddie at 4:09 PM a romantic silence fills the room as one arm reaches and crosses over her chest. the light from the tv shoots a spectrum of mellow colors from a movie watched only in excuse, showing a pattern of spidermen slwinging this way and that. the glare feeds truth to see that a grin gleems to her face, and her eyes rest, letting comfort comsume, as she applies her hand to mine, and contorting to the spooning that is. just a thought ::: posted by Eddie at 12:55 AM the last fucking time. this is the last fucking time that a 21 year old bullshiting fuckface, namely justin fisher, steals from me. the last time that i take a bunch of shit from a lowlife piece of shit, who's goal in life is to do the most drugs and see how many 12 year old bitches he can fuck. THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING TIME I PUT UP WITH HIS FUCKING SHIT! for jessica, ill shove this out because he is the one who cost you $50; and for many other people that he has influenced into his shithole of a life. and mainly for me, because im sick of getting all pissed off, and ranting out in a lashing offence because i get so irritated by this triffle. fuck him. ::: posted by Eddie at 7:30 PM adam, you are the shit. ::: posted by Eddie at 8:47 PM and with the front of being friendly, you hide your hate in the silhouette casted by your own stuborness. times were harshly battered by a course of events, but yet i still held the same ethics and policies that i did every time i saw you. your friendship was still a grand aspect of my time spent. but lately, you just stab from behind, lerking in shadows instead of confronting. jessica, if you have beef, then shoot that shit in my face. ::: posted by Eddie at 5:42 PM this is me, and for the longest time i forgot that. i forgot what it was like to run free and forget. stand on the edge, and just shoot my arms out from my sides; feel the wind hurl itself over and through my hair. i forgot what it was like to have no worries, beacuse i kept worrying so much about stupid triffle things. now, however, im back; back to where i needed to be. my faint equilibrium. ::: posted by Eddie at 8:42 PM |
