Windswept Life

Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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its poetry time, you know what that means
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what (insert category below) now...
song "artist/title": evanescence - bring me to life
ddr song: RevenG - sakura
im currently working on: english philosophy thing
i will be doing: start on TWOL5 here
im thinking: how pissed off i am? and um...philosophy thingy..damn that thing takes lots of thinking...
im happy about: theres nothing that joyous rite about now...i mean, tomoro is monday, mai day sucks, philosophies are due friday...so on so forth...
im pissed off about: mom? dad? world? wait...scratch that last one...
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prelude: TWOL5
~iViE

ive never though about anything
nothing should have belong to me
ive been taking what others bring
paying nothing as if its free
the world can cave in around me
and no one would really care
no one would go "where is he?"
no one would turn and stare
like a ghost through a looking glass
both equally transparent
one is dead but one can last
the fore is full of resentment
it wonders to itself "what have i ever done wrong?"
"what have i done to deserve this shell?"
"what have i done to make me long
for bitterness in hell?"
the devil is a waiting
it bides its time in purgatory
before he comes a calling
compliance is absolutly mandatory
it'll lie low first in waiting
and pick a chance to strike
it'll scheme and plot, debating
whether its worth this might
it'll wage war against this bitter tyrant
the ghost that fought for existence
it will not be compliant
to anything with overbearing dominance
its prying itself off of other's hands
forcefully if it wants to live
tired of listening to commands
in order to get, you have to give
in this case, it's give up its life
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::prays to andrea::

143 Jimi

im gone

And the wind brought Clive @ 8:21 PM

Sunday, March 09, 2003