Breathe? Gone.
Vision? Tunnel.
Hearing? Huh?
You. Gone.
Where are you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Air? What's that?
It's gone too.
As are you.
Come back. Please.
I need...I need you
Air? Not important.
You are. You are.
You are..everything.
Sick. double over.
Food? Bad idea.
Liquids? Choke.
Soaked. Water.
Sweat. Tears.
Cheeks red.
Legs shake...bye knee
Is it time to say goodbye?
No. No goodbye.
Come back! Come...
Floating...is this it?
This is what it feels like?
Heaven...no. Hell.
Burning. Biting.
Every word. Every sound.
Every breath.
No. No breath.
Spinning.
Floating. Burning.
I hate this. This..
Goodbye
And now the final song is sung
And the final curtain dropped
And all I can do is ask myself
Why? Why did this happen?
Why didn't I speak up
When I had the chance?
When I knew what you needed
I knew what you craved
The focus, the one person
Who could make it all better.
And now it's happening to me
And I feel the same way
Neglected, ignored, forgotten
Replaced.
Baby why, why didn't I speak?
And now it's too late to go back
But if I could, honey I would
I would go back and do it all different
I'd speak up and tell her
What she needed to know,
What you couldn't say.
Why did you have to go,
Why couldn't you tell h
Lonely
I'm trapped in a cave, in the dark
In pain
Trapped with my thoughts, they're taking over
Taking me on a ride to insanity
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Can you help? Can anyone help me?
Stop this ride, light a torch, say something, anything
Save me from this nightmare
Save me!
This quiet is loud, louder than any voice
Louder than any rock concert
Trapped with my thoughts, flying
Falling
On a roller coaster of emotion
Happy, sad, up, down, laughing, mad!
There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go!
Will you help? Will anyone help me?
Pull the lever, stop this ride, light a torch
Say something, anything
Save me f
Fear
Fear. Fright. When you were a kid mom and dad fixed it. Dad made the monsters in the closet go away, Mom got the ones under the bed. Mom and Dad always knew what to do, what to say to make your panic go away.
What do you do when you grow up? No more mom and dad fixing it all, you're on your ow
Once there was a man named Christian in a land called Boronia. Christian was different, but he was unhappy being so different. He noticed that there were people like him, and soon he befriended them. They were close friends in no time, doing everything together, but they realised that when they were apart, they were unhappy, being different from the rest of the people that they lived around.
Soon one of Christian's friends, Betsey, had an idea: to separate everyone by who they were, and assign an area to each type of person. They noticed that there were a lot of different types of people, and they were all happy when they were with other
Tribute to Metal listeners by odinswolf, literature
Literature
Tribute to Metal listeners
Dear Sir:
What you said in your article is completely untrue. the listeners of Metal music? i am a listener of metal music. I'm a sophomore in high school, the lowest grade i get on my report card this quarter is a B. that is the listener you described? i act in the musical for my school, i am a singer, i have my college all picked out, a university with good credentials. i am an athlete, and i have never done a drug in my life. this is the metal listener that you see? a good student? an athlete with hopes of a scholarship? please, stop me if I'm wrong, but this is pretty much the opposite of what you described.
Next time you write somethi
We Will Never Forget
We will never forget the riffs you played
the music you gave us
from your soul.
You played like a God
while you lasted on stage
you always gave us the music we craved.
Now you're gone from our lives
because of a stupid grudge
gone forever.
We will never forget you
Dimebag Darrell
for all that you have given us:
A good guitarrist
a great man
an amazingly awesome person
the man who shot you
knew not what he took from the world
you were taken too soon.
Rest in Peace!
Dimebag Darrell
1966-December 8, 2004
'I've been running for so long,' Thought Chris, running from him so that he couldn't catch her and shoot her. 'How did this start? Oh yeah, when I went to find Sam and ask what time practice is tonight. Crap, I still don't know. Gaaah, find out later, after I make it out of this alive. How do I get myself into things like this? I am facing a hostile Iraqi soldier alone in my high school, unarmed except for my bag. And it all started when…'
"See ya later, guys." She told her friends, "I'm gonna go find Sam Cullen. I forget what time my volleyball practice is tonight."
"Okay, see you later, Christina," replied one of them, her New Yo
Breathe? Gone.
Vision? Tunnel.
Hearing? Huh?
You. Gone.
Where are you?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Air? What's that?
It's gone too.
As are you.
Come back. Please.
I need...I need you
Air? Not important.
You are. You are.
You are..everything.
Sick. double over.
Food? Bad idea.
Liquids? Choke.
Soaked. Water.
Sweat. Tears.
Cheeks red.
Legs shake...bye knee
Is it time to say goodbye?
No. No goodbye.
Come back! Come...
Floating...is this it?
This is what it feels like?
Heaven...no. Hell.
Burning. Biting.
Every word. Every sound.
Every breath.
No. No breath.
Spinning.
Floating. Burning.
I hate this. This..
Goodbye
And now the final song is sung
And the final curtain dropped
And all I can do is ask myself
Why? Why did this happen?
Why didn't I speak up
When I had the chance?
When I knew what you needed
I knew what you craved
The focus, the one person
Who could make it all better.
And now it's happening to me
And I feel the same way
Neglected, ignored, forgotten
Replaced.
Baby why, why didn't I speak?
And now it's too late to go back
But if I could, honey I would
I would go back and do it all different
I'd speak up and tell her
What she needed to know,
What you couldn't say.
Why did you have to go,
Why couldn't you tell h
Lonely
I'm trapped in a cave, in the dark
In pain
Trapped with my thoughts, they're taking over
Taking me on a ride to insanity
There's nowhere to run, nowhere to go
Can you help? Can anyone help me?
Stop this ride, light a torch, say something, anything
Save me from this nightmare
Save me!
This quiet is loud, louder than any voice
Louder than any rock concert
Trapped with my thoughts, flying
Falling
On a roller coaster of emotion
Happy, sad, up, down, laughing, mad!
There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to go!
Will you help? Will anyone help me?
Pull the lever, stop this ride, light a torch
Say something, anything
Save me f
Fear
Fear. Fright. When you were a kid mom and dad fixed it. Dad made the monsters in the closet go away, Mom got the ones under the bed. Mom and Dad always knew what to do, what to say to make your panic go away.
What do you do when you grow up? No more mom and dad fixing it all, you're on your ow
'I've been running for so long,' Thought Chris, running from him so that he couldn't catch her and shoot her. 'How did this start? Oh yeah, when I went to find Sam and ask what time practice is tonight. Crap, I still don't know. Gaaah, find out later, after I make it out of this alive. How do I get myself into things like this? I am facing a hostile Iraqi soldier alone in my high school, unarmed except for my bag. And it all started when…'
"See ya later, guys." She told her friends, "I'm gonna go find Sam Cullen. I forget what time my volleyball practice is tonight."
"Okay, see you later, Christina," replied one of them, her New Yo
We Will Never Forget
We will never forget the riffs you played
the music you gave us
from your soul.
You played like a God
while you lasted on stage
you always gave us the music we craved.
Now you're gone from our lives
because of a stupid grudge
gone forever.
We will never forget you
Dimebag Darrell
for all that you have given us:
A good guitarrist
a great man
an amazingly awesome person
the man who shot you
knew not what he took from the world
you were taken too soon.
Rest in Peace!
Dimebag Darrell
1966-December 8, 2004
Tribute to Metal listeners by odinswolf, literature
Literature
Tribute to Metal listeners
Dear Sir:
What you said in your article is completely untrue. the listeners of Metal music? i am a listener of metal music. I'm a sophomore in high school, the lowest grade i get on my report card this quarter is a B. that is the listener you described? i act in the musical for my school, i am a singer, i have my college all picked out, a university with good credentials. i am an athlete, and i have never done a drug in my life. this is the metal listener that you see? a good student? an athlete with hopes of a scholarship? please, stop me if I'm wrong, but this is pretty much the opposite of what you described.
Next time you write somethi
Once there was a man named Christian in a land called Boronia. Christian was different, but he was unhappy being so different. He noticed that there were people like him, and soon he befriended them. They were close friends in no time, doing everything together, but they realised that when they were apart, they were unhappy, being different from the rest of the people that they lived around.
Soon one of Christian's friends, Betsey, had an idea: to separate everyone by who they were, and assign an area to each type of person. They noticed that there were a lot of different types of people, and they were all happy when they were with other
A friend sees the pain. by rainee-chan, literature
Literature
A friend sees the pain.
You broke her yes you did; you did her a lot of wrong.
Made her think she is not strong.
Broke her heart, did you have to, was it fun?
A big secret of hers: she wants all of this done.
I will take away her razor blade, you have done enough.
Made her days a lot more tough.
I will tell you what, you should run and hide.
I'm filled with wrath over the tears you made her cry.
She didn't have to break; she shouldn't be broken.
I shall speak the words she don't want spoken.
She loves you with her whole broken heart.
You were her world, now it is falling apart.
She hates you now as she looks to the sky.
She has no clue I watch as she si
I opened myself up.
But instead of seeing inside,
You lit a match and threw it in.
You closed the doors as I died.
I was there for you through it all.
I listened to your pain and tears.
I shared the joy and laughter.
So why, when I cry, can't you hear?
It doesn't matter anymore.
I'm too far underground,
For the fire of yours to reach me.
And it's silence I've finally found.
I'll never be happy,
That's been taken away.
But at least there's no sadness.
Nothing's here anyway.
Thank you for the flower,
You left here on my grave.
Maybe now you'll listen,
When I tell you to be brave.
I'm so naïve.
I don't know anything about the world.
It seems so strange.
That people aren't so accepting here.
I can't seem to understand,
Why colour matters at all.
Whether a child is black or white,
It still hurts for her to fall.
Maybe it's where I grew up,
Where black and white were the same.
And the only differences we saw,
Were between boy, girl and name.
How does hate come from a colour?
I wish we were all colour blind.
Maybe we'd see with our hearts,
And stop listening to our minds.
Fear
Fear. Fright. When you were a kid mom and dad fixed it. Dad made the monsters in the closet go away, Mom got the ones under the bed. Mom and Dad always knew what to do, what to say to make your panic go away.
What do you do when you grow up? No more mom and dad fixing it all, you're on your ow
Current Residence: some 2 story town in NJ called Long Valley Favourite genre of music: Rock, pop, classical Rock, MP3 player of choice: personally i prefer the apple iPod for musical preferences Favourite cartoon character: Auggy Doggie and Doggie Daddy Personal Quote: No Worries
Favourite Movies
Spiderman 2
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Bridges And A Bottle, Damageplan
Favourite Writers
J.K. Rowling
Favourite Games
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
a pen, paper, a computer, and one crazy imagination!!
Other Interests
music, writing, drawing, chilling, singing, playing any instrument
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