piecesofmyartfulsoul

As I wandered through out this void of madness, I feel a sense of comfort in knowing that I will forever carry with me a fork in the road. I watched them as they talked, as they loved, as they hated, and as they fought. Not once did I feel depth. Not once did I feel passionate. the feeling that carries me through life had disappeared. All I could do was sit and wait. Wait and watch. I had nothing. I was nothing. I had nothing to offer so they had nothing to give. So I ran away. I never even turned my head to look back to see their faces. Faces of questions and uncontrolled thoughts. Of hurt and confusion. I never thought about what

I call it Smoking Weed. I may actually keep it and turn it into an actual song. For what purpose are we arguing? For this will now be the end of everything, Whilst you lie there hating me. I am here, free and smoking weed. (Chorus) Feeling free being me. Feeling nice, gone from all the lies. Not a sad feeling. Not a dread fear. Oh, it was so long ago. I couldn't have known. Of all the things that came from our home. Oh, it was so long ago. That I can remember dying at home. with a pain inspired smile, I grind my teeth And take my leave. I climb on the trees The wind showing me the way that is meant for me. For what purpose ar

Okay, this is about people in America who DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE THEY SPEAK AND WRITE. I am really tired of trying to explain what I am saying to people. I write in advanced literature, and I will not dumb down my writing so that lazy people can understand my writing. If I write about an obese American, talking about "embracing her weight" Whilst she obviously looks insecure, I am talking and bitching about the fact that she is making excuses to be lazy and trying to get people to stop ridiculing her. I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST BIG PEOPLE but, I do not like when they complain about their weight when they can EASILY fix it. It is not