Second Best

Always a bride's maid never a bride, whatever you want to call it, silver is my favorite colour apperently...

If you have ever seen my room, you will notice a bunch of medals on my wall. About 20 or so. And if you also look closely you will also notice that there is a pre-dominate colour skeme to these medals. Almost every single one, save two (a bronze and a gold), are silver. All the ones that matter are all silver. And if you really know me, know my life and how it has progressed, if thats what you want to call it, I have always been number two. In anything i care about. When it came to friends, I was the guy who hooked you up with my best friend. I was the guy you came to if you wanted to know his number or what he thought of you. And the cruelest trick of all was that most times it was someone I knew was going to get hurt. So I told them, but they were blind. Thats another thing I have noticed when I look back, most people (by most i mean all) never see the person right in front of them who happens to care for them the most. They are always second best, second rate, not needed. And that just about sums up what I have always been through. The person I care for so much, only wants to know what I think of the asshole she likes. Yes I am bitter, but thats life. I am a poor loser, I hate losing with a pashion. And it's all I do, and thats why I despise life. I live with it, cuz if you don't, you don't even place. You get dead last, and that is always worse then second. It feels better cuz you can only go up. But when you are second best, second rate, chances are if you don't stay where you are, the only way is down. And thats the way me and my sorry excuse for a life has been heading, ever since I lost the biggest game of all... you.

Souls eye

They say the souls eye was located in the middle of the forehead, right above your other two eyes. It was made for seeing the soul and everything beyond. They also say that it was closed and many forgot of it's existence for millions of years. But now you can tell some people have and most don't, not bragging or anything but mine is working just fine....

I see what you look like. Not your beautiful face. Not your gorges body, your amazing eyes, perfect hair, ect.. I see your soul. I see what is bothering you. I see how it is beating you up inside, I also see why you won't tell me.... It is because it is me, that is the reason, it is me and you can't bring yourself down to my level. You wouldn't dream of it. After all, it is only me. And when has that meant anything before? You may say it does but actions speak louder than words, and lack of words speaks loudest of all. That's how I can tell. I have always been able to tell. You may not be able to see this eye but it sees you and it always will. Because I love you, with all my heart and all my soul I do, forever. And it doesn't matter what lies and circumstances get in the way I always will. No matter if you shun me away for a mistake I have done because rest assured I am human and I will fail. But not my love. That is why I use this eye, cuz I don't want to leave it to chance that I will never know what you look like. Because I already know what you "look" like, but now I can actually see you.

Requiem of the Spirit

A requiem: any musical service, hymn, or dirge for the response for the dead. I have been dead longer than you all think. Dead without you. (some of the lines in this garbage heap are from the movie "A Knights tale", good movie, bad paragraph lol)

I have been dead here without you. I have been dead here without you, and you, and you. I have been dead without your warmful embrace, your saving touch, your voice I cherish so much. In short I have been dead because you are not here, mind, body and soul. It is strange to think that I haven't seen you seen you since a week, a month, a few days, ever...For I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sun rises and sun sets, but nothing of your beautiful face. Now hold on to your hats its going to get mooshy. Without you i have been dead, I miss you like the sun misses the flower, like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter, instead of beauty to direct it's light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me too. See that is life, that is life as we know it. For I am dead without you, this is my life. People like me were not meant to have people like you, and for that I am forever dead, but never dead. Do you see? For I am cursed with wanting you, but cursed with never being able to have you. Because it was your God or someone else's God, who made people like me, people like me to hold up people like you. But never to have you, you see? Cuz thats life, life or something like it. But how can life mean anything to someone who is dead. Dead without you.