Sometimes I still

Sometimes I still
Close my eyes and hear
Your footsteps
Tearing the silence apart.

Sometimes I still
I still feel the thrill
Of touching you
Deep in my heart.

Sometimes I still
I still try to clear
My memories
From your haunting ghost.

Sometimes I still
Feel the well-known fear
Of losing you
Like you haven't been already lost.

Sometimes I still
Close my eyes and feel
Your soothing touch
On my burning skin.

And sometimes I still
Believe you were real,
It's hard to face the truth;
You were nothing but a dream.
(to my loved and to be loved)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Snfy0pMzEuE

So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop till I make you forget who you are

Do you remember the first time?Time stopped then sped so fast.In just three minutes you were mine.Don't think that it was the last.You knew I knew the ways that I could make you say "Please, please please don't take it easy on me. Just make it harder to breathe."So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop till I make you forget who you are, and just feel.Do you remember your last look?Well, you were smiling, and drowning and I knew exactly what it took to make you beg and pray "Please, please, please don't take it easy on me. Just make it harder to breath."So I'll climb on top and I'll never stop till I make you forget who you are.So just feel and play with me, and just steal away with me.Blaqk Audio - Between Breaths An Xx Perspective Lyrics


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rpJ6_8Bxyn8

what makes effective writing

What make effective writing? There are so many answer to this one question. For some people, Mark Z. Danielewski would be the best choice to use. Danielewski uses a very differnt and difficult style of writing. Two of Danielewskis best books to use as examples would be OnlyRevolutions and House of Leaves.In Only Revolutions, Danielewski.....My essay is odviously on Mark Z. Danielewski,I admire his writing because it is unique in many ways. First off In his book Only Revolutions he writes the pages in a very strange way that confuses the reader, at least I was lost for a while, but then again im dumb as a door nob. Any ways each page is written with newspaper like a newspaper column, the writing changes from up right, like a normal book, to upside down and backwards.In House of Leaves the main character Johnny Truant is the narrative character, the story is told, as if he was the one telling it. Both books use diffrent languages. I'm not sure what languages, but what ever they are I cant speak them.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBhaJ8yn-Rw

My and my words i love to say

1) drink milk u fuckin poser
2) Fuck The Mainstream
3) Love-Art-Pain-Death
4) kiss my ass..
5)yeah..your the man..not
6)Dressed to depress
7) I was born to lose and that okay
8) One foot in the gutter The other in the grave
9) chain me to the wall
10) make me your slave
11) hate me, i like it
12) beat me, ill love you
13)The Worlds Fucked up, Why shouldnt I be
14) How Can I Be So Lost And Lonley In My Own Body
15) I Hurt So Much That I Feel Like I Am Drowning In My Own Tears
I see all my dreams come true, When I look into your eyes
16)The older you get, the more rules they are going to try and get you to follow. You just gotta keep on livin.
17) Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
18)I Will Be Heard And I Will Make My Life Great, without even saying a word.
19) Gotta love fake smiles and shitty grins!
20) Hmmm Im Not Sure How I Feel At This Point In Time, try again later.
21) Fuck! i need to get laid, how about you?
22)I think your sexy!
23) I love cherrys! got any?
24) do me a favore, shove your dick up your ass and fuck off!
25) BITE ME!!
26) you look tasty drentched in blood, you wear it well
27)You want inside of my dark life? I'll share something only my alcoholic father knows that I told him , I wouldn't care if he died.For my real life friends on here they know my father died march 16 2006, a year and a half ago by suicide. My Mother died not long after him November 16, 2006, i hated her for he drug adictions, till this day i regret those words and feelings.
28)You're alive. Do something. The directive in life, the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could be expressed in single words, not complete sentences. It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act.
Barbara Hall
29)Im Not Sure If Its The Weather But I Have A Good Idea
30)I wander around, I walk the streets
Of sorrow and despair
I know where this road leads
I know it too well
31)Boys suck...just worth a fuck...then a buck...and then its over
32)Do you wanna listen to music?
33)--Commander! I saw an unidentified flying object, sir!
--Commander: That's our planet, Jackass!
34)all must perish in eternal night.
35) you couldnt handle pushing my buttons
36) im not a bitch, Im an asshole, get it right
37)I'm obsessive, I strive for it all


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8YHNZbQEXLI

Describe, in detail, how you have acted as an autodidact, similarly to the way Malcolm X has. Describe the importance of what you taught yourself.

Something i have tought myself was art, i learned to sketch at a very young age, while being locked in my room, the only thing i could find entertaining was art, anime is my favoret type of art to create, no one helped me to draw or put on paper what was in my mind. Not even my art teacher could teach me what i tought myself. She could not tell me what to put on the paper or how to show my emotions clearer then i did on my own.The significants of this autodidact is in my future i intened to work in art, my future is still unclear, i dont know what i want out of life but art will be included. Many people dont find this significant but i find this skill very important in my life, i would have died of bordem with out doing so.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EKLbQrS-f4I

troubles with love

-------It's Not Enough To Say That This is my love----------
I remember still, that look in your eyes
reminding me of my own, so clearly readable like the most beautiful of books. Sincerity was clearly in front of me. I thought of all people you would love me, you could need me, but you wern't their, not when I needed you. You criticized me, telling me words of love and only showing me hate.
I still feel the tips of your fingers resting on the curve of my face. A feeling that will never fade, someone so close yet so far.
I will always remember that smile, once so bright, now so dark.
How my heart would pound rapidly, now is a dull pain.
Falling asleep, I could see your chest rise and fall, so peaceful, who would of thought a perfect picture could be of someone so cruel, so hateful. I was wrong to believe in you, to trust you,The way you trusted in me.
I thought i could feel you again, not long ago see your face close to mine, in my wildest dreams and closest nightmares.
It's not enough to say i love you, its not enough to say i hate you, i'm stuck in between.
having my bed empty feels kinda like my heart
wanting nothing more then to tear my sheets apart
unable to roll over and see you vision there
not being able to run my fingers thru your flowing hair
sleeping at night knowing I wont wake up with you by my side
there hasnt been a day where i've woke up and havent cried...
You see my man's got a problem, he lives with the bottle that's the reason i cant take this, his attitude is one to make a person want to die, a heart made of ice, I hate wanting to die, im sick of those horrid thoughts.
Too my lost love Don, with love and with hate
enjoy your life, hope its better then mine, because mine can only get better, i can find better then you any day of the week.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dgTzzHiCGFE