Oh my god you hoebag!

HOEBAG is my favourite word. God, I love As Cole turns to Ash. Awesome story. Find it on Fictionpress. Lys, you know what that is. Ha ha. Laugh your fricking ass off Material. Damn Fricking awesome SHIT. Reread it over and over again.

Lyssa was over and we slept at SIX in the fucking morning from playin Gears of War2. HAHAH finished it the next day. Shit tireeeeed. But it was the funniest shit. Playing with ShafiqandLys on Gears of war is like the funniest thing. Lys keeps getting me dead but is kinda awesome for a first time player, even though she can never find me even when I'm right in front of her. -_-

I FINISHED IT, though. ON HARDCORE. It feels so goooood. I know I'm weird but yeah. It's awesome.

Watching

Watching from the window
Watching from across the room
Watching from across the bed
Watching from behind
Watching from the window sill
Watching from the Doorstep still

Watching you read a book
Watching you cry from onions
Watching you silently cook
Watching you laugh
Watching you as you strive
Watching you smile with glee
Watching you sleeping peace

From Death

Candle in the window
cat in the cradle
little boy on the mantle
silly girl on the window sill
pussy willow in the basement jar
furry lentil in a bowl of flour
cookie jar broken on the floor
sighing mother at the bar
crying father not so far
living room door lying ajar
and the windows open
to let the cool winter air
fly throughas the flies go by
and the little boy begins to cry
and the father storms by
and the mother passes by
and the sillydarling girl
jumps out the window

The next day the sun is bright
The next day the mother is sober
The next day son has grown
The next day the fatheris strong
and the small bird begins to sing

There is life from death
move on and remember
the sacrificed
one not
in vain
of the daughter
slain.

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Your arms surround me
as your lips touch my forehead
as the snow falls around us
and your eyes touch my soul.

I watch the sky cloud over
the darkening clouds begn to thunder
your long unawakening slumber
pains my heart and I sink under.

Your warmth begins to fade
as your touch begins to linger
and the light begins to simmer
as your remains float down the river.

At first I tried forget
then I began to remember
and when the tears flowed
I tried to destroy
and finally the wind blew
and I moved on
to stop
myself
from dying.