Poll: My Sweetness?
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View poll results: My Sweetness?
8 50%
3 19%
8 50%
2 13%
7 44%
5 31%
Voters: 16.
3 days, one round, don't vote for your own.

---Cereal, Ittttt'sss GREAT---

I write suicide notes with Cheerios,
gluing them to a purple piece of
construction paper.

When they find me dangling,
they'll be shocked
they'll be appalled
they'll be staggered

and then they'll coo,
"Well isn't that note just the cutest
thang you ever did see?"
and magnet it to the fridge next to
my brother's report card.


Verse: The saying goes as love like youve never been hurt
Its ashame that those sayings never work
I wanted happiness; you wanted different
I wanted to be the one in your dreams

Bridge: Life is what happens when we're busy making plans
If only you'd stop and realize what you've done

Chorus: How does it feel to be up and gone and moving on
How do you feel to be leaving me sitting here in the dark
I hope that one day you realize the truth
It wasn't fate that i found you
You just got lucky...

---I lost my dog
To the voice of the sea---

I watched when he came into life, I watched him grow healthy,
And I watched the salt cling to his fur and his head sink too heavy
As he struggled towards the silent pull, eyes yearning at the sky;
Like stars; bright, fearful, and lovely, letting out a happy cry.

He was buried beneath the summer sand later in the day,
After I saved his bones and perfect skin from the unmoving slates of gray;
But laying there, wind at his chest, he looked to be okay.

There was no pain within his eyes, just hopeful mirrors of my face,
Open and loving, and wishing I was where he was, wishing I was
with who he was with and kissing who he has kissed.
I don’t believe in angels but I believed in this:
The incredible happiness within our lips as the sand did fill his mouth
And I licked him goodnight, and I held his head so goddamn tight,
That I was sure he would remember me.


Away from the world now and lost at sea
Water all around, but not a damn drop to drink
I chuckle at the thoughts that run through my head
while the sun reflects in the dark blue waves
yet, warming to my skin and beating it red
I become intoxicated by the ocean's motion
Just aimlessly tossing me around
And it's been a couple of days now, I think...

"Maybe I'll never be found.
Ah hell, God, I give up...
please end my suffering now."

As hours passed, a foghorn sounds long and loud
I slowly open my eyes and look to its direction
Just to see Jesus standing there on a puffy white cloud
He smiled and shrugged, "God... just happened to listen."

---Paint this world---

It's a clever move, you gotta move, like when you're movin' my heart,
Light it up, baby, like a thought in the dark
You're good for the part, but let's put it together now,
Put it together now,
You get your canvas, I'll get my guitar,
You paint a picture, I'll play for your art.

Because you could take this world, turn it upside down,
And it would be wonderful, to walk on the sky
Then flip it back over, to fall from Heavens,
Spin it backwards, we might turn back time,
Cos as it stands, we've witnessed it blind,
Keep the seasons the same, but change the weather we see,
Do something, don't fight, so people don't bleed.
The rich stand in line with the people need,
So lend out a hand, for another to breathe.


it’s time to make a move.
No more waiting. Gating
decisions be damned, I’ll
make the choice to do,
or do not. No life is
no decision irreversible,
no mistake irreparable,
save for the error of
remaining inert.
Breaking free from a prison
of stationary sorrow,
I'll move forward. I will choose
really? even if I vote for all of theirs as well?

I think that's absurd. I liked all of them and therefore, to show my support for all of them, I voted for all of them. If mine was not one of them I would have done the same as I did enjoy all of them but none of them stuck out. This makes my vote moot but allows me to show my support for all of them.

But oh well, do what you have to do.

Green was so goddamn beautiful, if you need to break a tie I vote green.
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.
I swear that wasn't there before...

Alright I suck at excuses, I never looked. Voted.
On the eight day we spoke back...

let there be sound.
Last edited by Billyjson at Jul 14, 2008,