life or something like it!

I know you, your in my heart already.





Yet I don't know whom you are.





Your kind and funny.





When my minds eye looks at you, I see something more than familiar..I see a part of me...not in the mushy we are one way...but in a total understanding way.





I can exist with you. I can sit hours with out saying a word in your presence,...because the occasional, glance says it all.





When i'm hungry, I feed you first...because you are my heart...my reason to care and share... With out your fulfillment , I can not strive to reach my own.





When, it rains and we are stuck out...you don't try to shelter me from the stormy rain and wind...you bear it along side with me,,your hand entangled in mine, white under the grips of our hold.





When you are wounded, my body aches to lash out at those that cause you pain. My heart surrounds you with comfort and absorbs your pain.

And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.

Shakespeare

So much going on, it's hard to....
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Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Poe

Here is what I wrote this morning...

Someone painted pictures on my
Windowpane last night --
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white.

some lovely crystal butterflies
and dancing stars that glow.
Such a wonderful artist of
whom I'd like to know.

But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished right before my eyes..
like memories of last nights slumbered dreams

April@copyrite2006

If I could paint my story,
and make it fresh and new.
I would paint this life time,
without the color blue.

I could tell my story,
of all the pinks and greens
and all the lovely years we had
living aquamarine.

Without blue
I couldn't shed a tear.
Then we could be happy,
the pain would disappear.

I would paint a rainbow especially for
you...
full of wonderful colors,
but not the color blue.
April@copyrite2006

The longest one-syllable word in the English language is
"screeched."

"Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters
"mt".

The word "set" has more definitions than any other word in the
English language.

"Underground" is the only word in the English language that
begins and ends with the letters "und."

There are only four words in the English language which end
in"-dous" tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

The longest word in the English language, according to the
Oxford English Dictionary,
is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
The only other word with the same amount of letters is
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconioses, its plural.

The longest place-name still in use is
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimau
ngahoronukupokaiwenuakitanatahu, a New Zealand hill.

Los Angeles's full name is "El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la
Reina de los Angeles de Porciuncula" and can be
abbreviated to 3.63% of its size, "L.A."

There is a seven letter word in the English language that
contains ten words without rearranging any of its letters,
"therein" the, there, he, in, rein, her, here, ere, therein, herein.

The name for Oz in the "Wizard of Oz" was thought up when the
creator, Frank Baum, looked at his filing cabinet and saw A-N, and O-Z,
hence "Oz."

'Stewardesses' is the longest word that is typed with only the
left hand.

The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a
letter is uncopyrightable.

Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in the correct
order, as does arsenious, meaning "containing arsenic."

The word "Checkmate" in chess comes from the Persian phrase
"Shah Mat," which means "the king is dead".

Inside my skin, there is this space,
It twists and turns, it bleeds and aches..."
~Jewel KIlcher, "Abscence of Fear"

Beautiful secret


I am the one..
the one you refused to see
The beautiful secret,
you carelessly set free.
I am the one ,that held you in the night.
That made it okay when your world was not right.

I am the one, that carried your pain.
The one who sat quietly
with nothing to gain.

I am the one that waited for
you.
When all others said you would never
pull through.

I am the one who kept up your fight,
when your strength and endurance
were no where in sight.

I am the one ,yes that is me..
the beautiful
secret you'd
never see.

April@Copyrite2006

Hands numb as ice.
Just a cut just a slice.

Taking in from all around.
Cant seem to gain some common ground.

Voices whisper as she comes through the door.
"shes a broken child nothing more."

No tears roll down her pretty face.
She knows not pity only grace.

Scars over scars so thick and white.
Eyes as black as O-hallows night.

Inside is where she screams her pain.
To not let them in on how shes insane.

Shell never win this game called life.
So she sits still as night.

Loosing a battle she never got a chance to fight
Copyrite@april2004

Nothing at all:

Some live life, equil love equil strife.
Life drags me reluctantly behind.
As footing is something I cant seem to find.
Fire inside, the wind helps her burn.
Scortching her path as life takes each turn.
Kicking and screaming, being drug along.
She reaches for things to help her stay strong.
She cant collect a lot because most will be lost.
Her ride on this life comes at a great cost.
She grabs family and love.
She reaches for her life.
But her fire burns them too,
leaving bitterness and strife.
Through her hands, it all seems to fall.
Like ashes from fire....
leaving nothing at all.

By April@2006

BYE BYE BATHTIME

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This site is called the perry bible fellowship..
is funny! check it out if you like it..They update a couple times a week!

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You are 73% Naughty

"We can see those little devil horns growing on your head. You can be pretty naughty when you want to be. We suggest helping a few old ladies across the road to compensate for your naughtyness."

Decisions: making decisions- Decidophobia

A game for those who seek to find
A way to leave their world behind

BORED BORED BORED.. all work and no play..
makes April do evil things....!!!! lol

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."
~Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett


"That is not dead which can eternal lie
But given many strange aeons, even death may die"
H.P.Lovecraft

"This way for the lost city,
This way for the lost people,
This way for eternal suffering,
All hope abandon, ye who enter here..."
Dante

Remember youth as you pass by,
As you was once, so once was I,
As I am now, you soon will be,
Prepare to die and follow me.
~Epitaph on a warlock grave

Too often, we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap the motherfucker upside the head...


Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those I had to kill because they ticked me off.

Fear is excitement without breath.
-- Robert Heller

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

Edward Abbey

I'm not an angel. Don't look at me like I can save your soul.

Provoking thoughts gleam in her eye.
She's spun her web too deep.
Before her, all her lovers die.
Her poison starts to seep.

She takes great pleasure in her act.
Seducing many men.
Into her web they wander.
And are never seen again.

Her story has eight legs to it,
And plenty of odd spins.
The black widow they call her.
Queen of a thousand sins.

Targeting her victim closely,
He's worth a one-night stand.
Before it reaches morning,
His blood is leaking 'cross her hand.

A black dress with a white chest,
That white has now turned red.
Her innocence has disappeared,
Embracing lovers as they bled.

Adrenaline is rushing.
She's waited long to catch this prey.
Using the same methods.
She's quickly swept away.

Racing fingers down her body,
He seems to know which notes to hit.
She moans in pleasure and surprise,
To his handsome charm and wit.

Cradling her gently,
Until she fell asleep.
He took out his septic blade.
And slowly let it creep.

Toxic blood escaped each vein,
He looked at her and grinned.
Looking at their wedding picture,
His thoughts were carried with the wind.

Turns out she was never a widow.
She planned it to happen that night.
Her husband looked down at his blouse.
And saw it was no longer white.

Putting on his black tux.
His eight legs grew out again.
Who told you that black widows,
Couldn't be men?

April@copyrite2006

My phobia today is:
Hagiophobia:
Fear of holy things

Hushed

Where are my words?
Here is my voice.
Too silence you hushed me...
It was not my choice.

Where is my strength?
I need to be strong.
Although my mind has gone stagnant...
my thoughts carry on.

Where is the truth,
between those lines?
Smoldered and hidden...
in riddles and rhymes.

Where is the light,
in what now is dark?
Gone with my words...
not even a spark.

April@2006copyrite

When we are both cats.

I'll tell you in another life when we are both cats.
Things will be simpler then, Gods among mice and rats.

I'll walk your fence and eye your pond.
I'll stretch and sun on your front lawn.

Let out your dogs, I won't care...
Just be sure that noise ain't bare.

I'll tell you in another life. Just you wait and see.
I'll meet you in that other world...
meow meow its me!

APril@copy2006

This is a poem I wrote after my mother stole my daughter. I still don't see my child to this day.


Mother Theif

You say, you only did whats right.
You claimed your battle as gods fight.
You bore false wittness
with your hand on the book,
trying to keep that confidant look.

You stole from me my very life.
Slaying me with lies I could not fight.
Between us two you know it was not right.

Now you have gotten what you desire,
with a tounge of brimstone and fire.
But just for now,
your self you serve.
One day you'll get what you deserve.

April@copyrite1994

"Education is the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper."
--Robert Frost

Here is one of his Poems I like.

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted grady
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so ryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell he so,
And they are better for her praise.

BY
Robert Frost

Maybe it was the old Lady I shoved?? Well It couldn't have been the halloween candy I stole from those kids!

Congratulations, You are 43% Evil

"Its seem you have a little evil streak in you but your mostly pure. Your compareable to Richard Simmon on a bad day. We recommend you stay away from airports but otherwise your doing just fine."

(check this out.. we are prdictible as humans arent we?)




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