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Name: Thomas
Location: Minnesota, United States
Birthday: 3/27/1989


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Member Since: 9/18/2005

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Okay. So, heres the deal. I'm writing a jounal entry. Nobody else but you knows this, so keep it on the downlow. Anyways, I'm sure you're probably wondering to yourself: why do people write journals? They're not meant for anybody else, really. Well, this doesn't really count, since its online and open to the public as of now. But anyways. I've got an answer to the question I proposed, and I think you will like it. Emphasis on the "will" part.


We write journals to express our inner psyche, our inner personalities and our feelings that we'd rather not express by screaming at the top of our lungs or cutting ourselves into some goopy mess. And, from now on, when I write in this, you will know why.

Short post, i know kids...but its an introductory. Plus, I'm in a REALLY good mood right now, and don't want to spoil it by revealing how I feel.


Sunday, September 18, 2005

I don't really have to much to say...I'll just post some poems I've written over the last couple of months, since, thats what I do. Thanks.

My Sad Irony

You ripped my heart apart, like a thousand times before.
I never saw your eyes, I was looking at the floor.
Did you even recognize the things I did for you?
I could have let you bleed and die, to suffer everyday.
Instead I stayed near your side, telling you it was all okay.
But this was not to stay the same, I knew it all along.
You went and stabbed me in the back -
for I was the one who was wrong.

One Boy
A boy lost, sad and cold.
He cannot go home, he's all alone.
A screaming voice slowly freezing his skin
A persistent pain quickly eating him thin.

One friend lost, one friend dead
Thousands of thoughts echoing
through this one boys head.

He fights to be known
to have recognition at best.
A scream caught inside him
 he can't get off his chest.

The days go by, the nights get worse.
The fire in his heart is preparing a hearse.
This boy lost his soul, his spirit is gone.
He's lost all will to even live on.

Critics around him, add suffer ever more.
His daggers cut deeper than ever before.
Pain and torment, one rhythmic flow.
Darkness surrounding - its time for him to go.

Sweet Dreams
I dream for a second,
to escape reality.
I dream for a moment,
to finally feel free.
I dream for an instance,
to enjoy humanity.
I dream for a lifetime,
to imagine you and me.
I dream for eternity,
to leave my living hell.
I dream forever,
for a dreamer is me.

Skyline City
This city, where I soundly sleep.
This city, ears to my silent weeps.
Home to my nightmares
Neighbor to my dreams.
In Skyline City...
Nothing is quite as it seems.

This city, where I lay tonight.
This city, which I sing to my frights.
Everything is changing
With the cities consistency
In Skyline City...
There is no room for me.