Monday, July 27, 2009

Poetry Time.

No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched,
So he has the right to be angry, but not the right to be cruel.
Holding on to anger and throwing it at someone else, it is she who gets burned.
She doesn't have to attend every argument that she's invited too yet she attends.
For he who had written a letter while he was angry,
For she who  allowed his anger conquer her.
Anger is a killing thing; it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before.
It takes something from him and it's taking her away slowly.



Saturday, July 11, 2009

At least I wrote something down.

fieninmusic:
So much for my 1st blog, many mind thinking, layz to even summarize on what my mind wants to type. so little writing' BLAH! oh fuck it... (puts headphones on)


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