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...Hmm...Love...

Tue, 25 Apr 2006 01:13:51 GMT

My One And Only,

You Are,

My Dream.

Hanging.
For the next kiss.
That next touch.
That next cute glance from you.
I love the way you love me.
With your very heart and soul.
You make my heart beat.
You're the blood in my veins.
Giving me life.
The very essence of it.
Love.
Pure love.
Untainted.
Beautiful.
God himself is jealous of us.
And all that we have.
Every breath I take.
Must be a gift.
Because it's one more.
That I get to spend with you.
You.
So amazing.
So wonderful.
So colorful and beautiful.
The way you make me feel.
...
Priceless.
I could want no more.
Than what I have with you.
You're everything I need.
And more.
More then I can imagine.
I love you.
And I'll say it again.
I love you.
I promise you.
My sacrament is you.
I hope that you know that.
I have not but one dream.
And that is you.
I know that dream won't die.
I love you.

H.P.H.M.

...I Don't Even Know...

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 15:07:11 GMT

From My Point of View It's Always the Same

Outside.
Watching the world.
Watching the people march by.
Their lives a daily routine.
Got to school.
Or got to work.
Come home.
Eat.
Sleep.
It's off to bed.
For tomorrow holds the same.
Winter.
Spring.
Summer.
Fall.
People walking by.
Day in and day out.
And there's nothing I can say.
Nothing I can do.
Because no one.
Atleast no one in their right mind.
Will listen to a shoe.
All the same.
It's so mundane.
Watching them as they go.
Every now and then I see a new face.
But it's only because they are just passing through..
It's okay though.
I could be being walked on.
And worn down.
Instead I can only be seen.
Hanging around.
Weathering the weather.
Watching the people as they pass.
Pass without knowing.
Without ever understanding.
Ever comprehending.
Comprehending the blink of time that is their lives.
But.
Like before.
There is nothing I can say.
Nothing I can do.
Because no one in their right mind.
Will listen to a shoe.
For from my point of view.
It's all always the same.
My point of view.
Hanging from this powerline.
By my strings.

~Sudo-Emo~

...Geezus Fucking Christ...

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 03:49:32 GMT

Are You Completely

Fucking Retarded,

or Just Partially

Do people really call this living.
I don't believe it is.
Pathetic.
We live to not offend.
How offensive.
Live how you want.
Do what you will.
Offend someone.
Set yourself free.
Why should you oppress yourself?
Nigger.
Spic.
Gook.
Cracker.
Chink.
Slut.
Cunt.
Whore.
Asshole.
Prick.
Meaningless words.
Oh my sweet unholy fucking jesus.
Did that offend you?
Unholy jesus.
Quick ask me if I care.
I don't.
Fuck you.
Offended?
Why?
I can't comprehend the obvious handicap of your thinking.
Words are words.
Why let them effect you?
Get fucked.
Stupid ass.
"Oh my heavenly father; he called me a name."
Would you rather I punch you in the face?
Slit your throat?
Assualt or insult.
Your choice.
Which do you prefer?
An "Oh my god, he called me a name," or a casket?
I don't understand you people.
Offended by words.
Letters placed together.
Get over it.
Don't let it bother you.
Fucker.

~Sudo-Emo~

Fuckers

...GET FUCKED...

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 17:34:04 GMT

Decaying Waste of Carbon

Bitch.
My contempt for you overbears me.
I hate you.
Lying for attention.
A fucking child's game.
That you don't play well.
Your lies leave holes.
Disgustingly transparent.
I want you to know.
I hope your lies become truths.
So you can taste the pain of your attention needs.
Is it worth it?
Can't you feel the pain you put the ones you call your friends through?
Fuck you.
I said it.
FUCK YOU.
Others.
Maybe ones more sympathetic to you.
May think I'm being overdramatic.
But I will not tolerate your stupidity.
I do not believe yours.
Or any lie.
To be justified.
Lying to impress.
Lying for attention.
Lying to get someone back.
How ignorant.
Your ignorance is impressive.
I will give you that.
Your lack of thought.
I find it sickly entertaining.
I laugh at you.
I want you to know.
Not a kind word have I said.
Since I told you to go.
Your lies make you worthless.
Your existance does no one any good.
Not any good at all.
So crawl.
No.
Slither.
Yes.
If you will.
Slither like the first liar.
To hell.
From whence your lies have oozed.
From hell to your head.
From your head to your foolish tongue.
And your tongue just wags and wags.
Your existance is expendible.
For you are a tool.
A tool of pain and tragedy.
Used against your own kind.
And you seem to care not.
Which makes it worse.
So apologize not.
For your wormtongue squirms still.
I hate you.
My contempt for you overbears me.
Bitch.

By.~Sudo-Emo~.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 04:14:53 GMT

Roses are Red, Violets are Fucking Blue...

Im trying to write.
To write.
Write what?
Writing words,
That seem so meaning less.
I can't put them together.
At least together to Explain.
Explain.
Explain the way I feel.
Like Flying?
No.
Nowhere Close.
I can't find the words.
God Damnit.
What can I say?
To come close to explain.
The Way I feel.
It can't be done.
No word Exist.
Not to my knowledge.
To explain my love for you.
The Way you feel against my skin.
When your laying next to me.
Comforts beyond belief.
When you look at me.
When you comb your hand through my hair.
When you kiss me.
I feel your love for me.
In your very being.
I hope you feel the same from me.
That's what i'm trying to say.
In the simplest words.
I love you.
But that still doesn't explain.
It Can't.
Love.
Times Infinity.
Taken to the depths of forever.
Theres a glimpse of what i'm talking about.
But That's still just a glimpse.
I don't know how to describe it any better than that.
I'm Sorry.
But I love you doesn't cut it.
It doesn't even come close.
To the way I feel for you.

~Sudo-Emo~

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Sat, 25 Feb 2006 04:03:22 GMT

I can't bring myself to care.
And that's a problem.
At least for you it is.
But let's step back and look on it.
There might just be a case here.
There is.
What's a case with a u.
Bitch it's a cause.
And the cause is you.
Why can't you fucking see that.
So here's my case.
Why am I going to sit here and hear you.
To try to please you.
And impress you.
When you don't even care to hear me out.
So please run away.
Please flee.
For your problem's.
Now me.
And I tell you what.
That makes me feel all warm and fuckin' fuzzy.
On the inside.
I'm sorry that I hurt you.
But you were hurting me.
I had too much to bear.
I had to get out of the bear trap.
In which I was caught.
I needed to be free.
Away from the drama.
And the depression you imposed upon me.
All I ever wanted was for us.
To sit around and talk about nothing.
And just.
Jest.
Was that too much to ask.
Because I'm not sorry if it was.
'Cause it's hard for me to see that as a problem.
And here we are back with cause.
Which I have established is you.
But without u.
It's just a case.
And my case is what I've stated.
But I'll bring it down.
Into simpler words for you.
The cause of my case is u.
But you couldn't see you were the cause.
The cause for my case.
In which I state.
"I can't bring myself to care."
"And that's a problem."
"But the problem isn't a problem for me at all."
"'Cause of you."

"The Cause of this Case is the Difference of U's." by.Me.-Cowboy

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 01:36:11 GMT

Ripping my heart out.
Giving it to you.
And what do I get in return.
A false hope.
A fool's chase.
Because you.
All along.
Liked someone else.
But it's fine with me.
I understand.
You want someone that's honest.
That's caring.
That's loving and always there for you.
But I guess you couldn't see.
The one described above is me.
And you threw me away.
I don't understand.
And I hope I never do.
Because that kind of thinking is crazy.
And I think if I did try to take the time.
To sit back and figure it out.
I think I'd blow my brains against the ceiling.

"a Final Farewell without Acknowledgements." by.Me.-Cowboy.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 15:17:58 GMT

Next to me.
Looking in my eyes.
That's how my nightmare starts.
Just the two of us.
Nothing's going right for me.
Always worried about her.
Hoping she doesn't do anything she'll regret.
And we're sitting there.
Just looking at eachother.
And I.
More hurt than I've ever been before.
Looking at eachother.
Then the nightmare gets worse.
I take a breath.
I ask my question.
Do you even still like me.
Her face changes from happy to unsure.
Just tell me.
I say.
I just need to know.
She says it.
What I neded to hear.
But what I didn't want to know.
She said.
I don't know anymore.
I say.
I thought so.
And my thoughts turn to murder.
Not hers.
But mine.
I couldn't ever hurt her.
But she seems effiecnt at killing me.
This is how my nightmare goes.
If only I was asleep for it all.

"of Nightmares." by. Me.-Cowboy.

I love her so much. that it kills me to think about another girl. she doesn't understand. she's throwing me away. not even looking back. like a piece of trash. tossed aside. useless. having already served it's purpose. what my purpose was to her i'm not sure. but i will tell you here and now. I WILL NEVER HAVE TO SERVE THAT FUCKING PURPOSE TO SOMEONE AGAIN.-Cowboy

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 01:54:33 GMT

Next to me.
In my embrace.
At least that's how it is in my dream.
Just the two of us.
Everything went well.
The movie was good.
Dinner was great.
And we're laying here.
Just sleeping.
Together.
More comfortable then we've ever been.
In eachothers arms.
In my dream of course.
We wake up suddenly.
And look at the clock.
She's gonna be late.
I'm panicing.
She has to be home on time.
She's laughing at me.
Tells me to relax.
And to come back and lay down.
I ask her if she's crazy.
She pulls me back down beside her.
Tells me she's not leaving until tomorrow.
I go to protest.
She whispers to me.
I love you.
And we fall back to sleep.
And that's how it goes in my dream.

"of Dreams." by. Me.-Cowboy

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 02:50:39 GMT

That's why I love you.
She said.
Not realizing the effect on me.
Silence.
Broken by her.
She says something.
I hear it faintly.
I'm off.
In my world of dreams.
Or of nightmares.
I'm not sure which just yet.
Thinking.
What if.
What if she means that.
What does that mean.
Is there a chance.
She says something else.
I don't really hear it.
I'm still gone.
Now thinking.
What if.
What if she was just kidding.
I don't know what to think.
Which to believe.
She says something more.
I hear it more clearly.
But a new thought.
One last thought before I go back to reality.
Does it matter either way.
It should.
Shouldn't it.
I don't know.
I'm not really sure of much these days.
But I know one thing.
The world of dreams.
And the world of nightmares.
I'm not a fan of either.

"of Dreams and of Nightmares." by.Me.-Cowboy

there will be two more poems to go along with this one. "of Dreams." and "of Nightmares." coming soon. to my xanga for you.