

When I Cry AgainWhen I cry again I know my imaginary castles will collapse And I will know that what was once brick, has eroded into wet sand My eyes will behold the hearts I crushed in the pursuit of dreams' coattails My hands will sift the wasted space, with mind beholding foreign loves When I cry again, I will be completely invisible to the world Forsaken and judged, cast away where none more pure dare to gaze An Untouchale, shunned and ignored for the reputation I unknowingly built Most of all, when I cry again, my only hope is that this pretend world will end, and the real world will beginWhen I Cry Again


Spilled PotsMy mind lays spilled on the floor before me A jumbled mess of hopes, wants and fears Nothing which was clear to me before Is spared this umitigated mess The persistant feelings of lonliness Don't seem so wrong when lated before you The things people tell you not to feel At times like this are all but inevitable Some of me feels that this mess should be rectified That all must be seperated and neat How can I ever be that way again? With a mess of spilled pots and throwaway thoughtsSpilled Pots
~MLE
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I tried to put a smile in an arisol can once, to share with the world the joy of a smile.
They sent me to rehab because they thought I was trying to get high. ~MLE (me!)
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**SayahScream**
How are you doing these days?
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Heh yeah. I just got a job at walmart as a cashier, that way I can save up for a car and gtf out of Florida XP
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