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smile at what is there
the fact is your dreams
sometimes, just dont care.
I am building my bridge again
Its going to take some time
I had my dream pulled away
I thought that dream was mine
What have I grown to become?
A lonely and tired boy
If this is what life is about
Drop me so I destroy
People say it will make me
Make me into something that is true
Ruck them, completely.
Experience is just lifes way of saying
ruck you, and you, and you.
This poem reliefs anger
anger and wrath that I hide
If I ever let it out
I would be locked on the inside.
Not many people know me,
few have ever seen me care
Most of you have seen a fake smile
About five have seen what is there
I am telling you now in this poem
I have decided to make a change
I will care about who I want to
ruck you, you all have your games
How I will change I dont know yet
I do need to find someone who cares
If for once she could return it
Returning my emotions is rare
Stop feeling sorry for myself?
You mostly don't know the truth
You people out there
Who pretend to care
Let me tell you
Your life is a spoof
I know nobody would want me
Feeling as I do right now
These scars that I hold
Are nothing but old
Yet they still seem to hurt everyday.
My results in the post tommorrow
I got two of them back today
Those stupid rucking letters telling me
This dream that I had was a joke.
In memory of the Joby who wrote this.
The one that many say should never change.
I feel like I have done my time for helping everyone at least once, most of them spit it back in my face. rollocks to most of your friendships. You rucking arrogant tricks dont really care. Go and get drunk and smoke a little, and biatch about me and laugh. You idiots will go to hell. My anger is second to none. Nobody seemed to love me before. How about after I die? I ain't going to do anything stupid. I always just fall down and cry. I can't stop writing now, my heart won't let me stop. Whoever reads this though. Remember at writting I was in a foul mood. Most of the stuff is painful to me, most of it is the truth, yet as Joby would do he doesnt. Ever let it hit the top. I wouldn't have anyone left then. I surely deserve a lot more? Councilling this and councilling that. I have tried that, they think I am loose. I love you all. You all complete me, in the wrong way.
Not directed at any members of the forums. I wrote this in a bad mood about an hour ago. Bye.
> That poem was great er-no,its what makes these fourms worthwile
Thanks. Heh, life is a lesson you learn that when its through.
> Cookie Monster, you have officially worried me.
> You know an awful lot about killing and hiding evidence don't you
> Cookie Monster, if that is your real name!
>
> And telling this to er-no who is obviously considering murder is not
> very responsible.
> :0)
When you go on long walk by yourself you have a lot of time to think about stuff. Even my well though out plan is not flawless, the element of chance is always against you.
> Anyone know a good way to kill someone else and get away with it and
> then be able to erase the guilt?
Erasing the guilt would be the tricky bit. The alternatives would be either to make up with your victim instead of killing them, or move to another part of the country and not let them know where you are, thereby erasing them from your life insomuch as it is possible to do so.
You know an awful lot about killing and hiding evidence don't you Cookie Monster, if that is your real name!
And telling this to er-no who is obviously considering murder is not very responsible.
:0)
> Anyone know a good way to kill someone else and get away with it and
> then be able to erase the guilt?
Shoot the person you want to kill with a bow and arrow, after killing the person burn the bow and arrow and scatter the ashes into a lake/pond/river. Post the arrow head to somewhere in china. Retrieve the body, start to dissect, remove teeth so dental recoerds cannot be used. Throw the limbs into a vat of acid (dunno where you could get this, vinegar is acidic, improvise) after a few weeks the bones will be left, as it attacks the calcium they will be soft and maleable, grind them up. Post them to somewhere in New zealand. Burn EVERYTHING that you wore, dispose of the ashes in whatever means you see fit. You should have been wearing gloves and a hair net.
Getting rid of the guilt is the easy part. Play violent videogames.
Those others that have all the contacts, and get a foot-up, they'll never match up to you.
yeah they've got a head-start, but to get where you are without learning a thing? Without a fight? They won't make it.
But you? If you really want it, you can have it all. I'm not saying it will be easy, I'm just saying you have the power.
If what you need to do is stick two fingers up to everyone else, and concentrate on you for now, do it. Anyone that matters will understand.