I believe we make our own destiny. We eventually choose to love or hate what's inside of us. With that knowledge our soul is on fire and our wings to fly are free to join hope with the heart. Despite all the choices already made for us, we decide where we go. Little or no sympathy, this is us right now and people like us rarely get a fair trial. "I have written your name on my hand." -Isaiah...

Let me tell you something. There is always going to be at least one person out there in this screwed up world that is out to make your life a living Hell to satisfy their own twisted needs. Everyone's out to make you feel miserable about yourself to where you take your own life and end what you started in choices. If not everyone, at least half of the world's population, which, every day another...

"Memories can get deleted off the Internet...But never out of your heart. You just have to learn to move on." -A Friend. I'm questioning myself now on whether or not I should give that website another shot. I know it'll end up disappointing me..but the whole situation's just really sad how I have to exit. I'm still in the process of figuring it out, but no matter what, I'm keeping up with my Mibba...

.Rainstorm Umbrella.We must all do our part in order to move forward from harsh understandings. We must all dance to our own inner music, and we must all sing to the lyrics written on our hand which tell us our story within every inward bleed that threatens to overflow from the heart which is tired of beating. We must all be ourselves, as we are told that is wrong, and what is right is to be real,...

Dreaming is living, when you lose your dreams, you lose your heart, you lose your heart, and you lose what makes you who you are, someone who may be a little bit screwed up from what life gave her in low blows, but someone who's strong and determined to end the tradition of dead beats. March onward, in this broken dance of choices, because soon enough what you get from what you do will guarentee...

Breaking it down begins with answering the call to a hidden past. Cry enough tears to make yourself drown in the water. Cut your flesh with the razor until you see blood droplets. Shove a pill in your mouth and relax as the slow poison seeps in. Taste your tears that are pure salt. This is the life I know I love but what about you, how does it make you feel to have yourself exposed to such...

"My declaration of youth, welcome to everything and nothing, this is truth, the last love song. Do I love who I am, what I've become, this girl, a seemingly diseased reflection of an addict craving a substance known as choosing life over death with every heartbeat? I'm a forgotten seashell, neglect the flower towards sunshine and leave it in the dark, what you do is what you get, you betray what...

Dark poetry and stories and whatever else that's made by users which has the potential to sometimes set everyone off in a rage from all the emotion it brings forth, what I've noticed is that it's on EVERY website you go on, never limited to just one. Yes, some people do post things seeking out attention since they're bored with their life, but most of the time I've learned and can definitely say...

My nephew just said the cutest thing ever, "lemonems." Lol, get it? He couldn't say Mnm flat out. That's a 3 year old for you though I guess. He's actually very intelligent for his age, but just has trouble sometimes saying words, which I guess is any kid's downfall. He just needs to spend more time and work on it in order for him to get better, otherwise he'll be a little behind when he starts to...

How I feel equals .:.Dead.:. Depression hurts, simply put. It has the touch of the coldest flames of our inner fire. I want to be full of life, of living, of hope, of redemption, I want to be completely free, but the kiss depression plants on me is so draining that most days I'm instead missing something as I wear chains. I try to break out but it appears to some as though I'm not. What else am I...