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Friends of Silkspiderwebs
| a single post-it rose. | September 13th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
| by asphalt | |
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"for friendship??" "yea. friendship." &then i run awayy. |
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| 201 hit(s) | (0 comments) | animal crackers. |
| Come eat my conversation heart, baby. | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by chadwrites | |
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Alcohol consumed: few shots Temptations: none good enough Come out tonight, come out tonight baby girl while I still like you. I promised myself ‘no more lines about her, no more thoughts where she’s my leading lady.’ so take heed now hunny, because this pen with your name is running dry, and these might be my last lines...with your name, your name, what’s her name? Good, we’re already on the right track. It went something like this a month or less ago. If she’d wake up and felt the world was fallin at her feet, I’d want to take that world and curse it for even trying to look ugly to her face. I’d take each word she said... play it over in my head untli those words were lyrics to the most beautiful song i ever heard. And it didn’t matter what she said, only that she was saying it to me and that I could even be a part of her world. And if somehow that world didn’t seem to treat her right to bring her down, I’d be ten miles below her feelin just as bad or worse. And each morning when she’d wake me with her words, I felt like nothing any man could describe. I could have flew on her “I love you’s.” I must have thought that this was the best high there could ever be, I must still be addicted. If there was some way to take those feelings she gave me and bottle it in glass, I’d be the first to buy it and shoot it through my veins. And it’s a scary thought to think someone could have every bit as much power as you over yourself. To think “I wouldn’t die for me, but I sure as hell would die for her.” It’s disgusting, it’s sick. my heart has overdosed. and then enevitably, something goes wrong. You exist no more. But baby no fear, because I know there’s hope yet. You can’t fool me with that angry bitch act. You love me, admit it. I’m done with your drugs, I ‘m only here to take you in moderation. Your tears can’t fake excuses this time. PUSH me away, tell me to fuck off.(((for no reason at all,no reason at all))) But guess where that gets you? It gets it to here. To nowhere with me. |
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| 464 hit(s) | (8 comments) | shoot this |
| dearest rach | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm |
| by suicidalscars | |
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Feeling: tortured
there are no words to describe how worried and sick i feel right now. everything that could go wrong is running through my head at the highest velocity possible. i cant help but think that if you're hurt then it's my fault. horrible things wont stop harassing my eyes; your father doing something again, you hurting yourself to the point of no return, someone else harming you. its becoming unbearable. i dont know what i would do if i lost you, my dearest dearest rachael. i love you so much; you have absolutely no idea how much i care for you. i feel like we're connected somehow. like we were meant to met and help each other. these minutes wont go by quick enough so that i can run home and get on msn to hopefully see you on there and be reassured that you, my darling rachael, my sister, my better half, are ok. i would be dead without you. i cannot stand the thought of losing you. i cant bear to even think of that because i fear that i will break down and cry until i cant cry anymore. i cant lose you, too. no, not you. you're too important to me. i've already lost someone important to me, but they aren't nearly as important to you. i'm praying to a false god that i've never believed in that nothing is wrong and that you're just in one of those moods where you say things that you dont mean. oh my god rachael, im dying right now not knowing whats going on with you. i swear that i would do anything to help you! i would sell drugs, i would steal, i would sell myself to drunk men on the streets, i would kill to help you and make sure that you were ok. if you need to get away from there, i will work anyway possible until i have enough money to fly you over here, just to make sure that you are safe and ok. i would die for you rachael. i love you so much. god, i hope that you are ok. . .please tell me that you are ok and that nothing has happened to you. please, just leave me at least one word telling me that you're ok. please, oh god, please let you be ok. . . i love you more than any words can say chelsea |
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| 621 hit(s) | (1 comments) | otep saves |
| Well goodness me... | November 26th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by daysforward | |
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Listening to: Not sure what is called
Feeling: bored
xoxo |
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| 88 hit(s) | (0 comments) | leave comment |
| you're a boomerang you'll see | May 24th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by safebet | |
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And if by morning, I'd forgotten you, well no big deal, that'd be all right 'Cause you're the reoccurring kind You are the reoccurring kind You never really leave my mind |
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| 229 hit(s) | (0 comments) | get.a.grip |
| cognac and milk | November 4th, 2008 @ 10:06am |
| by ithelost | |
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Listening to: el scorcho - weezer
Feeling: happy
im an artist a deffinent hopless romantic ... a dreamer and i sure as shit cant spell but i always set out to do what dreams are made of . that is be exact the stuff of dreams. tackle my opposition with lethargic steps . i am deffinently slow. but i come to my senses with sightfulness thinking before i act and allways weighing the measure of myself. but almost always it takes some sort demise to push me to reach for it . i dont like that about myself but i also seem to be in a cercumstantial situation that befalls me... that acts against me but it is my fault. i do fix it ... slowly... but i am a doer that is very much afected by my suroundings insperations and people ... people for the most part... alot of the time the lack there of... but i do what i feel is the utmost importance to my heart. something very few can say they do . i am proud messy and in love . i am a great person . i am a father . a lover . a misser and a hero to few. if anything i wish to inspire mankind with one infallable thing that is above god humanity government and the will to servive. love. this is the thing that i hold dear to me more then anything.. that i hold belief in ... that i channel through me for the benifit of me and all others. and this i love about myself . but i hurt sometime when i just feel the lack of something substancial besides that ... to provide for myself and others... i feel like i have no great skills.. i am privy to much but master of none... i dont know what i want to be when i grow up besides a utterly unstopable lover in every possible way . i am young . i know im im young and not sapose to know that yet ... but its the only thing that every throws doubt about myself in the mixture.. me and doubt is like cognac and milk... it curtles my stomach... putting a stop to me from the inside out and halting me to my knees ... but luckily i think i have found a path... a way out from my jobless lifeless hermitized self in the plaines of oblivion... a way to become at least something that makes me feel like a person worthy of the love i carry and commit to. i finally have stepped out of the forest... spoken to the people ive needed to.. set in plans that i can stick too... made an effort out of lethargic living to step up to the plate and not drive myself even more crazy . i dont lie anymore . i dont break promises. im not a little kid who doesnt know waht he is anymore .im a happy grown up in love and seeking meaning a purpose. and i think ive found them both . i love my people. i love you. with out you i could not make it . i could not overcome the doubt in me. i could not step up to be a human being . to not be a burden . even though i as a person could never seem like one. i love being in love. i love the path that im heading on. i am doing the right thing . for once i can see in front of me and have the will to walk towards my destiny that was so eliquently pasted to the sky amongst the stars . to bring home the turkey while you bring home the bacon. to be alive like you. to be really good for you. to fall in love all over again . |
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| 130 hit(s) | (1 comments) | what have you found? |
| potential for greatness | July 7th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by callingallcars | |
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its the feeling of heavy eyelids in the morning when you first wake up. how the sun seems so much brighter and it feels like its the suns personal vendetta to blind you. but you squint and get through it. because its only nine o'clock in the morning. its nothing but the open road from here on out. its the feeling of empty highways surrounded by empty fields. you think of what would be planted in them if something were planted in them. but you don't know enough about iowa agriculture to know what grows here this season. its mile marker after road sign after rest stop after truck stop. repetition with different names and different colored signs. but you cant look away, because the potential for greatness is far too great and you dont want to miss anything that could be considered great in iowa. it could be the last great thing you see here. you're captured by the open sky and the endless land. you feel like you're flying but the steady vibration keeps you grounded. its the feeling of a clear mind clouded only by bad habits. which seem twice as bad because its such a wholesome place to be. maybe its because you're so far away from where you're from. but the clear mind is great because when inspiration meets imagination the result is freedom. and for once, you dont mind the wait for inspiration. its a nice, clean wait. free of frustration. its the feeling of picking up postcards from all the places you've never been before. you make a mental note to call and tell scott you were on his side of the country and you would have stopped to say hi, but you aren't in touch anymore. its the warped voices over the radio as you get further and further away from the big city and closer to the open country. as each mile marker passes, you being to feel infinite. because you're further from home. which means you're closer to feeling fine. its indescribable feelings such as those that make me feel like one day i could be something great. |
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| 273 hit(s) | (7 comments) | leave comment |
| August 13th, 2008 @ 3:50pm | |
| by letterstoyou | |
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I think about my life, and i think about the things i've held on to, and dwelled on and suffocated myself with, to the point i could barely breath let alone function, and why? to pass the time i guess, everyone's always searchin for a deeper meaning, or something to make them happy and the truth of it is, its just greed tugging at your skin. Look at the people around you, the places you go, the enviroment you're in, let go of everything else and realize that everythign you do, you have control over. its an amazing feeling. i couldnt be more thankful for the life i lead, or for the fact that i'm able to breathe. and while some could say, "you don't have it all" the thing is, i do. i might not be in a relationship, i might not have alot of money but all of that doesnt matter, because the moment i make one person smile, for that 1 second, i gave that person happiness. Everytime i make a guy laugh, to see that glisten in his eyes, that look that they give me, the softness in their voice, for that 1 second i'm loved, i'm fortunate to make that moment happen over and over everyday, and one day i'll be able to share that passion with someone that truely appreciates it and that makes everything ok. so what is left to be upset about? am i ok? of course i am breathing aren't I? OH. and fuck bitches that start shit. Start again, I dare you. It will be a reanactment of last time, baby. :] |
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| 335 hit(s) | (0 comments) | +++ |
| when it all falls apart | September 25th, 2008 @ 1:30am |
| by interrupted | |
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Feeling: ambivalent
I'm in all sorts of pain. |
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| 168 hit(s) | (1 comments) | Will you miss me? |
| March 11th, 2008 @ 12:00am | |
| by nostalgia | |
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its just funny how things change people i guess. how they act towards you, how it changes in the blink of an eye. we've all become so sure and stuck-up about our preferred ways of living. it's like, how dare you criticize what i'm doing? what i want out of life? so judgemental. part of me wants a glimpse into the future. one, two, five, ten years from now. the other half just wishes, more than anything, that i could for once just relax and take life as it is. stop worrying, stop being so uptight about everything, stop wincing every time i see meat because of the pulverized deer on the side (or should i say, all over three lanes) of the highway this morning, stop judging people and stop being hypersensitive to how often they judge me. it should be "so what?" instead of "yes, and i'm sorry." it's been so long since i've just stuck up for myself, even in little situations. and it shows in the way people act towards me. whatever. |
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| 996 hit(s) | (0 comments) | enlighten me |
| Yard Sale | May 21st, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by pinklipstick | |
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Why doesn't anyone love me anymore? Why don't they try to include me in their lives? Why does it hurt this bad?
What do you do when no one will take you? |
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| 205 hit(s) | (1 comments) | onlysaynicethings |
| Dubya Tee Eff | August 16th, 2005 @ 12:00am |
| by kuntxkiller | |
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Listening to: My Chemical Romance - Helena
Feeling: pissy
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| 213 hit(s) | (8 comments) | Tear It Up |
| Elation. | March 3rd, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by alice | |
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James and I moved into a new house this January and we are settling in nicely. He has been working very hard both at work and at home. Renovating seems like an endless headache. James' sister and neice are currently staying with us as they hunt for an apartment, so it's been a very full house the past couple of weeks. It's nice to have some company while James is at work. As far as my "troubles" go, I have been doing very well lately and I am very proud of myself. James has been a huge help, of course and I have found a friend in his sister. James often finds us in the kitchen in the middle of the night chatting and eating ice cream straight from the carton. I am truly happy and I hope the same for all of you. Pictures: 
[Above] James and his lovely neice. They have become rather inseparable. [Below] James and I at Christmas. 
You can see in that last picture that I have gained a lot of weight back. Most people I see from my past don't even recognize me. The doctor says I am the healthiest he has ever seen me. I believe this is a reflection of how elated I am, all the time. Life truly is precious, every moment of it. Love, Alice |
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| 255 hit(s) | (9 comments) | murderdearest |
| SUMMARY | October 24th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by askthelovers | |
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whoo now things are finally getting started! |
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| 287 hit(s) | (3 comments) | Jamie... |
| December 29th, 2005 @ 12:00am | |
| by shhxtara | |
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Feeling: zoned
Yeah dad, that's it. A cold. Had to laugh at that one. |
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| 71 hit(s) | (1 comments) | leave comment |
| December 26th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by inkstains | |
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it seems we drive forever but can never get away from here. well, just one more try? i'm guessing you are over me... i guess it's bravery. i stayed in the car cause the weather had gotten to me.. but, it's really these road signs and freeways that i can't take. this can't be how you live... it's like a ball and chain 'round your waist or a simple state. my mind's sick again, i'm tasting nothing but four words: please-don't-leave-me. with your scents on my face, i can leave and have you for days. i still can't see you. summer came and we got lost, all of us. i am nothing without you. you still won't remember my face, features mixed too well with the alcohol. cover ourselves in your fear, i'll stay and watch that moon disappear under these lights of the city. oh, the city's screaming at me. as we breathe the words, i better go. the sun is up and taking back all the shadows that covered this ground and our feet like a blanket of coal. i miss who i used to be. |
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| 42 hit(s) | (0 comments) | love. |
| (7) Gone. | March 16th, 2006 @ 12:00am |
| by thereandback | |
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"My stomache." She replied. She wasn't as afraid as I was, asking her with tears in my eyes. I asked her to show me, and she did. And as she promised, there were two cuts an inch away from each other on the side of her flat stomache. My heart beat went so fast I couldn't feel it anymore. |
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| 61 hit(s) | (1 comments) | was his favorite. |
| April 15th, 2006 @ 12:00am | |
| by daisydreams | |
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forgetmenot check i out. comment please. and im also starting one that is called dreaminglibby so i love you all. please check out my stuff and see if it is any good. much love |
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| 94 hit(s) | (0 comments) | and i love you. |
| [ 43 ] Smile | August 13th, 2008 @ 3:52pm |
| by xneonsharpie | |
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Listening to: Eleanor Rigby - Beatles
Feeling: fabulous
oh, look at all the lonelyy people where doo theyy all belong? anywayys. so this saturdayy... we're supposed to go to the mall. me and holli. to meet kaden there. and his two friends: nathaniel && supaflybrian. it will be FUN if holli can go. she might stayy the night on fridayy night. which means she will get to ride the bus home with me. which would be uber fun! we're probablyy not going to actuallyy buyy anything. just go to hang out. shanti was like "who goes to the mall to hang out? you do." i lol`d. hehe. i love that bxtch. holli = myy wife. dont be jealous. i am colddd. ]: stupid snow. but at least myy room is clean. [: haha im so sillyy~~! alright well i'm going to go find something more productive to do, i suppose. hahaha. me. productive. i can be so funnyy sometimes! bye. |
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| 117 hit(s) | (2 comments) | CLiCKiTYCLiCK~!1!! |
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