The Thought Unsaid

Oh, cruel and wretched world!
If thou wilt let me be swallowed by a lion,
or drowned by a snail.
I shall surely be blessed than to hear the thing I loath most of all.
Force me to listen to a depressing song,
or be mentally killed.
Anything would be better,
than to give an ear to the thing which my friend is so delighted to share.
Allow me to run away,
or plug my ears.
For the thing I do not wish to hear,
no matter how true,
is a hope wanted but yet unclear.

Is it worth it?
To accept the words unheard, unsaid.
Is it safe to think,
about things that wish to be hid?
If the answer is no let me scamper away from my friend,
whose wish to speak is so strong,
that I'm frightened that it might break if sought after once again.

Shall I think it?
Am I protected,
Oh cruel and wretched world?
Decide for me before it's too late,
to stop what is about to happen.
Close the man's mouth,
and hold it tight.
For I would rather it to be hidden,
than shoved out in plain sight.

*Epilogue*

The word is out,
the phrase is revealed.
No time to worry,
about the announcement just said.
My protection is gone,
and the awkwardness beings.
Gone is the time where I wish my ears were clean,
from the uncomfortable blend.
He has accepted it,
for the sake of our two souls.
Blessed be him,
my star,
my man.

The time has come,
for me to accept that which has been done.
Shall I be strong enough?
To face the word spoken by a friend.

Thoughts turn back to the words that were said,
concerning the twos souls of a man and woman.
Shall he truly be Romeo?
And I his Juliet?
Blessed cruel world
let it not be so!
The words said by a friend,
should be dead.
The names given should die,
and our soon felt sorrow beguiled.

The words pronounced will bring grief and pain,
saith a voice in the back of my head.
It has not happened,
I reply back at it.
I know it's coming just not yet.

Tears

Tear drops are special,
They are drops of joy or remorse.
Many have spilt from my eyes the past months,
soaking my cheeks.
All is fine,
I force myself to say,
All is well.
What I hear inside is another story,
As my sould contemplates its goal.
Things have happened that I am unsure of.
What to say.
What to do.
Grasping a tissue in one hand,
And the box in the other,
I let myself spill over the problems.
Though I can not change them myself,
At least I can put myself to rest by looking at them.

Stargate

I love the TV show Stargate SG - 1! If you haven't seen it than you are missing out on a good show! but, don't watche the first episode because it's raited R and that isn't a good thing. But do not worry, it gets way better!

Watch out! Your gonna die

Oh....oh know! Watch out!
NO!!! Don't look behind you! I-I'll tell you about it.
It has long evil looking teeth with blood specks on the end. Its mouth is foaming and dripping disgustingly on the carpet. Its blood shot eyes are staring at you, its irises are filled with the color orange. Its skin looks cold and clammy. Besides that, its the color gray, as if it has just climbed out of the ground. Its hair is falling off its scalp, in a stringy sort of way. In case you didn't catch this its a zombie. Ready to eat your brains. D8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjMiDZIY1bM

The website above this describes its awful features better, and how your gonna die. Good luck, nice knowing you. I wish you come out as an angel instead of a zombie or what's not.
Oh, one more thing, I can't wait to eat your brains!

Millions of evil Boredom creatures are coming your way

Muhahahahahahaha!
I'm extremely bored! My head is going to explode! and possibly my sanity! No wait, I have no sanity to loose. . . .oh well. -Yawn- I'm tired too. . . .

You know I have been just told about a permanent peace treaty proposed by the Onions. As you already know, Onions have a tremendous influence on Pickles. It is widely known that the leader of the Pickles has proposed to the leader of the Onions. Sadly the Onions refused such a thing and left the Pickles to weep the lost. But after the death of the Pickle leader the Onions vowed to make piece so nothing terrible would happen. After many months of Pickle juice shed they have made the Pickles cry once again with its amazingly strong Onion juice. The Pickles agreed that they wouldn't attack us humans again if only the Onions would stop making them shed Pickle tears.
Congratulations! We have won the fight! Now all we have to do is finish the war with the brain washing cookies. . .

Cakes are good

Me and a friend made dung cakes today out of chocolate cake. It looked like dung obviously. Wait, you want to see it? Here it is!


Don't those look delectable! They taste quite good and all with the glaze that's suppose to be frosting. . . . . You want some?

My bro's thought it was sorta good. . .well that's what I think they'll say. . .

Peaches

I love peaches! That lovely goodness that everyone loves. So, to dedicate my love for them I have found the lyrics to the song Peaches from the album "Presidents of the United States of America" Here it is:

Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for it to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!