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The Random Crap of My Life

29th April, 2007. 7:25 am.

hey guys!!! i'm having trouble with this one poem if you guys help me to finish it i would love it!!... and you!!!!!!!!


Love is not as sweet as it seems to be.
No, it has its sharp, bitter moments.
The ever-constant balance at its best.
What would we human’s be without it?
What would happen to the world?
We cannot tell, we can only work in the present to better our future.
And why not with love?
Many great people have said “It is better to love and lost than not to love at all,” but where does this logic come from?
How can someone be better of to have lost something than not have lost anything?
Could it be that once you have lost something that you appreciate it more after you have gained it back?
I guess this it true
But love is not black and white.
It can’t be.
If it was, finding love would be too easy, and the constant balance would not be equal.
There would be no lost would there?
Everyone would know who his or her love would be and would not spend years trying to find him.
So love must be a grey area, with dark and light spots with in it.
This must be why love is so complicated.
It is like the never-ending fog over the beach.
The fog going for mile, as far as the eye can see.
In spots, though, it becomes thinner, but then becoming thick again as you move through.
I guess that is why people say “love is blind.”
But then the fog starts to fade, a silhouette form in the fog.
It becomes clear.
It is your true love.
After mile of walking through the tick walls of the fog, you can finally rest.
You look back and wonder how you survived.
You wonder what has happened to the people you met along the way.
Wondering if they found love.
But then you see the person in front of you and you forget everything that happened in the fog.
You cling to him and ask him where he had been all your life.
He replies that he was searching for you.
The two of you relax on the shore and talk about what happened in the fog.
The good memories stick out, but with every good time, many bad times plague both yours and his experiences.
After both of your stories are complete, you lean into each other and rest.
You both smile in contentment as you each support each other.
Slowly the murmur of new voices drifts toward your ears.
More people have found their loves just like the both of you.
Each has their story to tell, one that is similar to yours.
You and him smile at each other again.
He brushes your cheek with his hand.
He leans down and kisses your lips and promises he will always be with you, even if it means dying to save you.
So I guess it is true that it is better to love and lost because the losses bring you to the one who will never leave you and will save you even if it means dying.

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9th April, 2007. 10:06 pm.

here is a clip of a new story im working on! hope you like it, comment plz


Yes, Draco is rich and spoiled, but more than all of that, deep down inside of him, as much as he hates to admit it, he has a heart. Inside that heart, emotions spin and twist making his life a living hell. They control him just like any other person, no matter how hard he tries to hide them.

He had learned this from his father when he was at a very young age. His father literally beat it into him. Now, he is always excited for any excuse to leave his house to escape from the ever-looming presence of his father. He hates the heartless man that is father has become.

Lets take a look to what Draco is doing right now. Do you see him sitting there in his bay window staring out into the distance? Yes his mind is out there to, dwelling on a girl who has been plaguing his mind all holiday. A girl who he does not know haunts his waking and sleeping hours. She won’t leave his mind; no matter what he does he cannot seem to throw her out of his mind. He takes up his book and pencil and beings to draw. He is drawing her. It’s the only thing he can think of to get her off of his mind. His long, lean fingers draw the delicate lines of her face, neck, and hair. The girl forms into the most beautiful creature he has ever seen.

Current mood: working.

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