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The Indecision of conflicting ideals, Friendship, and honor Honor, and obedience Conformity, and love Twisted by fate to this moment, Betraying trust either way Choosing to act, Closing my eyes To the sound Of A gun.

Watch the teardrop falling Like a man sinking in quicksand Struggles Struggles Stops. Then moves again

Tiny little hearts Are what I mostly like to draw, I throw them to the wind And hope they fall into your hand.

I haven't cut my hair for over six months.  Technically speaking that is against the rules since my hair isn't allowed to be below my earlobes, or past the collar of my shirt.  I can get away with it though cause I have curly hair.  It's like a tradition for me.  Once wrestling starts I don't cut it.  I like to think I'm kind of like Samson as long as I don't cut my hair I am invincible.   Wrestling is who I am.  I really have no personality beyond the sport, all summer I prepare for it, all fall I do it, and all winter I recover from it. It wasn't always like this I even had a girlfriend once, and even thought I was in love with her, but yo

If I were a tree I think I'd be a willow, Bending with the slightest breeze, And breaking with the falling snow, If I were a bird I think I'd be sparrow, Chased by falcons and cats, And in spring rain driven to the ground, If I were a flower I think I'd be a pansy, Withering in summer heat, And broken by a careless touch, If I were a tree I think I'd be a willow, With spring time new branches, Giving shade to hot summer days, If I were a bird I think I'd be a sparrow, King of the birds and the air, Soaring through the air and chasing eagles, If I were a flower I think I'd be a pansy, Bursting forth in the spring, To grace th

Like walking on a trail of nails, Like lying on a bed of coals, Like swallowing a shot of  bleach, Like breaking every bone, Is loving you. Like walking down a sandy beach, Like sleeping with a quilt, Like softly falling rain, Like a gentle touch of sun, Is loving you.

I cannot buy you fancy things, Play guitar, Or fill your ears with poetry, I only offer you my heart, I love you, You're are amazing,

Grass grows between my toes, And spinach in my armpit, Random squirrels dancing by, Have fishhooks in their kneecaps.

You ask me if I'm happy, What do you want me to say? I can't tell you that you hurt me, I just tell you I'm ok, I can't tell you how I'm broken, I just tell you I'll be fine, I can't tell you how I'd love you, Cause' you've pushed me to the side.

I never meant for any of this to happen, I was just angry.  Confused.  Everyone has that point, where they just can't take it anymore where one more little thing just throws them over the edge.  I was at that point earlier today.  Everything had gone wrong, I failed a biology test, I burned lunch, I forgot to do my laundry, but I was still ok.  It takes a lot more than little things like that to throw me off.   Then the really messed up stuff happened.  I live in Apartment 11 in Pine tree Condominiums, but today I was going over to number 4 to pick up my girl and then go to a movie or something. I knew something was wrong as soon as I walke