Fat HamsterMy dear, Fat Hamster.Your not fat but really skinny.I sometimes worry about the foods that you've been eating.I justed wanted say you are my world.Supporting every mistake I've been pushed into,Loving me depsite my face,You've also kept a pretty good kissing pace But the one thing I wanted to put is that no matter the pain,No matter the patience....You are more worth it than my own hallucinations.You meltled away my misery,You've made me soft -.-'Believe me, there could be more dominance if you want.I show that I'm mean,I know I'm a grump!Yet, those' crystal eyes make my world show a spark.I love you, my Fat Hamster.And... I'm sorry.*I hate writing when I'm tired Xb*
G.U.N.S.GiroroUnderstandsNatsumiSucks! *I have no regrets!!!! Runs to ducktape desk and ponders X3*
Safety has no body.It's a myth really... That safety has a body. It could be your mom or dad... The park bench that lays near the playground. Your teachers or friends who stay by your side to give you a pat of the back...Is that safety?Where is it? I bring no confusion to others choice nor wisdom. I know what I know, but... do you? It's safety that can never tell us to go away, or that we can run from the school bully and go home. To more instinct than reality to suffer the cold dawns for which never seem to end a day of warmth. Others have the mind to speak of safety as a guide that our lazy-selves can accomplish, but most say... no.I am not lazy! I am not cruel! What are you to write this?! I got one answer to that...Safety has no body. It's safety that teaches us to grow taller and balance on that small string we are forced to climb on in life. Don't fall. Because your incharge of your own safety.
What's my name.'Tis not in a name, that would shiver your spine unto the midnight. What is a name? Is it a person? A place? Thing? If so not, what is the point of such curiousity in things. We destroy to prevent and we prevent to destroy! Why this madness onto what brings dawn such a bright morning! Why not cherish your beliefs and sacrifices that makes you, you?My name.... Your name.Cause to this, my name has no name. What is the solution to a name? To call? To hug? To abuse? To the sickness of my blood, of others ingrateful attitude! I shall not give a name.I have no regrets. I have no solution. But by God, man... give yourself another conviction, if so! Nor not follow my thoughts or prays! But don't judge me by character, judge me not at all of the midnight sky.