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Laughing MatterI.Laughing Matter
Its strange. Really. Growing up your entire life with people who taught you to believe in God. To pray every night. Even if just to say a simple thank-you.
And then, it twists. As you grow up. Become older and apparently wiser. You see holes. Something that looks like lies, but arent.
their not even half truths.
And its not so much what youve been taught to believe,
Its the people who taught you to believe.
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Every TimeSometimes I wonder what exactly compels me to come back. Every time.Every Time
Some would say its love. You might beg differ... then again, maybe not.
I know I love you. Im not afraid to admit it. Im not afraid to say it.
But somehow, along the way, I figured out why it didnt feel right to label what we have. I know now, your trepidation in saying those words that are supposed to mean forever.
Its a word thats been abused over time. It is said and soon forgotten.
They were words my father said to my mother while screwing his secretary, or som


Home Sweet HomeComing back to the dark reign of the past. To a house of endless pain, of history passed. These cold stone walls hold the secrets and the last breath of those now dead. The dust, the smell, the emptiness and hollowness of such a house as this, is forever cursed. Yet it is through these doors I enter, to face that which has tormented my mind, and scarred my soul. As I walk within these halls, I remember what once was. In each room, where there was once life, where there was once hope, I see long awaited faces. The faces of the ones I knew, the ones I loved. They whom I shared the smiles, the laughter and the pain.Home Sweet Home
The ones who in


Silent DevotionYears and years of striving. Of reaching your perfection. How can I ask for eternity? For a forever into the haven of your eyes. To escape from this torture of everlasting want. Why can I not reach you? With my every step forward, you only seem to slip from me further. No matter how hard I try, or how far I run, I can never get close enough. Why cant you see that you are the light in my grey skies? That you are the red rose in a black and white picture of a withered garden.Silent Devotion
In this world that is slowly crumbling. Just how far have I come? How far will I fall? In this defeat I wander, searching for something that I may never
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No apologies. No regrets.
"You wouldn't want him watching teletubbies would you? It might make him gay." - Brian Kinney (QAF)
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No apologies. No regrets.
"You wouldn't want him watching teletubbies would you? It might make him gay." - Brian Kinney (QAF)
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