10 Search Results for "death"
July 18, 2004
life is one big project, and each day i'm moving closer to its completion, completion which is death, death not by sorrow, but as a reward in which to celebrate.
June 28, 2005
accounting will be the death of me.
September 3, 2008
i feel like death, by allergies, i think i'm going to go sleep in the claritin factory.
August 25, 2008
death by allergies, c'mon what the heck is out in the end of august to make me feel this miserable.
December 19, 2008
acclamation of people.
i have an impulsive need to have things quantified.
mmm bacon, i'm pretty sure it will be the death of me.
also, i find myself to be a very reminiscent and reflective person.
July 16, 2003
i'm up in arms. over life. over death. over love. then all the little things that tie them together. sometimes as soft as a feather. sometimes as hard as oak. always break away from the choke. always make your way for the most. you can't waste your time and boast. you can pace your time and pray.
in twenty four hours and plus a few my heart has traveled the world three times.
April 17, 2002
developed countries (20% of the population) use 90% of the world's resources.
america wastes 43% of its energy/resources.
400,000 babies born per day.
every second the worlds population grows by 3 people.
140,000 people die each day in the world.
30,000 of these are children dying by age 5.
15,000 people will die from cancer.
10,000 children will die from diarrhea.
10,000 people will die a violent death.
It took over 10,000 years for the world population to hit 1 billion in 1800, and in the last 200 years it has grown 5 billion.
August 1, 2003
august.
one red truck. one red blur. one red heart.
it all unfolded. i made a mistake again. but love is full.
let me call you august. may it be a symbol of our love, of our companionship, of our commitment. the teachings goes on. i read this today. i have been reading this for a while. the most valuable lessons in life have come to my lately. i've chagned my life. i've changed my attitude. i've changed my lifestyle. i long to love those around me. to find peace and happiness, to search for it, to talk about life, talk about death, talk about aspirations and love and passion and memories and joy and love and love and love!
...so here it is. i will fully commit myself. i will fully respect you. i will love like i never have before. there is beauty in our relationship that is to be opened. i am here for that. my love. your love. our love. together. committed. i am recommitting myself. you're the love of my life. in love.
July 5, 2003
shoes in the alley, flying down to cali, we're lacing them up, all before they corrupt...you, rocking this side of swing, catching a ride in my benz gullwing, not enough to scuff this soul i'm sliding, burning coal and our minds colliding, sipping this summer breeze, kissing my hummers knees, dancing with the devil, prancing hearts on an anvil, lush and tall crushing your all, can you handle that, or do you tattle on that cat, talking into my pillow, walking beneath old willow, a tree for your blessing and a fee for you caressing, you're peddling in my direction, heading for my connection, down to the earth, frown twice upon your birth, stand above my grave hand along my brave...heart as a start to the rest of the world, like a pest all but curled in the foot of your bed, it feels like soot spewing from your head, the weight of lead, the wait of time, rolled into luscious rhymes, cold like the story you tell, and lies you sell, you're meeting your fiance, cheating on beyonce, speak on that, leak on that, you've got nothing now, the louvre's got something now, art became of your death, tasting tart and mary beth, she says it's criminal, he says it's original, sam that is, knowing absurd, blowing the word, across the table, a moss of fables, sitting at your chair, knitting your hair, fibs rest on your lips, ribs rest on your hips, here in cali, beer in the alley, empty shoes singing your hidden blues.
July 31, 2003
i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?
i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?
i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?
push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.
