The Panic Room. ((My notorious ramblings.))

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Lies...

Bits and peices of my little white lies. All scattered and neatly tattered amoung my bedsheets. If I ate them one by one,then would they be a part of me? Then would they be real? If I take them one by one and tell myself their truth...will I be able to beleave them?

Let me tell you this my friend,my lies are more powerful then they may seem. My lies have hurt so many people,convinced so many people, that I am not what I may seem.

I am something diffrent. I'm insane. I'm immoral. I'm....not myself.

Darling,all these lies you tell yourself,that help you get through the day are nothing. At the end of the day are they not still lies? Nothing can make a lie true or it is no longer a lie.

Little white lies add up to masterful spells of agony if you allow them to do such things. You can't control them. You can try so hard to make them wallow inside themselves, you can try suffocating them. But they...JUST...WILL NOT....DIE...

I am warning you. I am trusting you to heed my warnings. Tell your lies,but expect your concequences. Do not sqwelch them with more lies,those feindish things. They will swallow you whole,and soon not even you will know the truth.  

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Love....

Oh yes. Dare I take on such an emotion. Why not? Perhaps it's not all it seems.

Love is not as complicated as everyone makes it. Love is not as extreame as Juliet and her Romeo would like you to believe. Oh my.

Love is when you can say that you care about what happens to a person. Right?....

Oh I can't take this anymore.

Let me start over.

Love is...unexplainable.

To explain love is to tempt that it could be just as easily changed.

It is not ment to be understood. Maybe it is just electricity in the brain. Oh, but what an amazing feeling it is. To think that you can feel so light and so amazing,and just as easily be ripped to shreads by the very same emotion.

Wait.....let me try again.

Love is Blind.

Love is nothing without something.

Love is unexplainable.

Love is plain.

Love is electricity.

Love is a contridiction.

Love is........

Love just is.....

it's us....

It's a mother and a daughter

It's a father and a son

It's a boy and a girl.

It's as simple and as complicated as it seems.

Love.

Could you explain it if you tried?  

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UnNamed


I ripped my heart out of my chest. I pasted it to this pretty little card. I tied it with a little black ribbon and sent it right to you.

You never appreciate my gifts...my hearts sent on platters. I am forever trying for something so impossible.

Why must we always chase the things that never want to be chased. Why must they always run away?

I don't understand,but I know I am not dumb. Am I too pretty,too selfish, too wrong. What is wrong with me?

I wrote down all the things that could be contridictions inside my head. I am sorry but I got distracted and haven't fixed a thing.

In a ramble filled with one liners. I haven't got a clue. What in the world was wrong with me and you.


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That ended up as a sort of poemish sounding thing, didn't it....