What can I say that would be true,
Oh friend who takes my breath,
Your music with words that flew,
And words that remedy stress,
So asking you for a kind favor,
As I need your wisdom,
How easily life you savor,
Even though you are not christian,
Brit, Richard that you love,
Though niether of you will say,
Perhaps with my help you trudge,
But I too love her in that way,
As you said to me in your music,
While sitting in that room,
The apperance is not a trick,
For in my arms she swoons,
You, my Richard, I take your words,
They help my so in life,
You intended not to churn,
My heart impure that strifes,
You protect her for me
No rhyme nor reason to be him
Only to fight for what he lives
Not to insult his own flag
Therefore making this world worse
Lest he be silent or impassive
Living without his own opinion
Fools to give him that one freedom
Which allows him to speak freely
but a friend he is to me
I understand his mind well
I can only hope to be like him
When deities decide to change me
So in short what I think
is he surrpasses me
Tire I do
to see all of you
Making a fool of me
and that which is good
and whoever should
make me the one you see
Its good to know
that when in the snow
even then you are strong
such power it seems
while always feeling
for me doesn\'t last long
So I ask now
exactly how
did you become who you are
I look up to you so
just living the flow
and desire to go as far
There is nothing I\'d like better
than for you to be in my arms
yet your words reveal to me
how little I mean to you
I still may dream of love
even if its untrue
it dwindles slowly
now close to dieing
I\'ve nothing left
to give to you
I want love
all is gone
Now you
Say bye
I\'m
done
Smile good and joyous bud
as through life you go and trudge
I take your words so close
They work like the magic you so often use
which makes me laugh yet heart and mind refuse
Lovely though your words may flow
Everything you say to me
Seems to come unnaturally
I question what you mean
But you my friend are more right
than I can see in my plight
things aren\'t quite what they seem
So last I ask your good humor
make me laugh all the sooner
for its all that keeps me well
I\'ll try to be kind with my speech
best as my words not to leech
your kindess is to much to tell
Happy Faces surround the field
wherein lies the corner stone
A boy lies in grass which yields
little grains sitting all alone
Past the river mouth so wide
and the Lake by the field\'s side
I Pass along my happy face
and hope in the air is a trace
to which others can say well and good
for what is it that they want
only to recieve what they should
and none of those awful taunts
Last I say what wonderful praise
this cute little boy did ask
\"How is life good in so many ways\"
I respond \"Happiness is our task\"
He smiled and left me by myself
to breath in such cold air
I wondered if I\'d ever have wealth
But then I stopped to
Shell of choice: Mollusks Suck Favourite cartoon character: Pepe Le Pew, Sango Personal Quote: The world isn't about finding out who you are, its liking who you become.
Yes, I hate that name cause it makes me sound like a chick. Besides, it's time I put up a better gallery. I'm not gone, and I'm not removing anything, I'm just moving.
For anyone that cares, I'm to be refered to now as cobaltu
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Ok, I know I have no fans, look how many people have signed up to see what I'm working on. I know it's because no one cares about writers for one thing. The other is that I suck in general. Anyhow, I'm finding myself more bogged down in a yiffing ridiculous english class and AP Gov/Econ, which has turned out to be reading AP. Not to mention, I find it very difficult to work under the impending stress of college crap. Bureaucracy and stuff like that. I'd like so much to draw and I have so many ideas, but with the combination of sucking and having no time, I'm really depressed. I have written some wonderful stuff for my SOSE project, but no one