Sihouette's

Silhouette's
I walk slowly
glancing at the shadows.
The Silhouettes waving goodbye,
life and all of it's wonders.
Just fade and become dull,
these Silhouette's bring the shadows to life.
The simple things in life you take for granted,
all of the small Silhouette's and imprefections.
They make the world go round,
they enhance the day.
I am a Silhouette,
you make me seem so dull
when I'm actually the biggest part of your life.
If not for me your life would be perfect,
then you would be bored.
Me,
Him,
You,
Her,
We're all a simple Silhouette.
Just waiting to be someone's little imperfection.

I'm Bored

So I'm Bored and don't know what to write

Ghost by Emilie Autumn

Ghost,
Did you know sometimes it frightens mewhen you say my name and I can't see youwill you ever learn to materialize before you speakimpetuous boy, if that's what you really arehow many centuries since you've climbed a balconyor do you do this every night with someone elseyou tell me that you never leaveand I am almost afraid to believe itwhy is it me you've chosen to followdid you like the way I look when I am sleepingwas my hair more fun to tangleare my dreams more entertainingdo you laugh when I'm complaining that I'm all alonewhere were you when I searched the seafor a friend to talk to mein a year where will you beis it enough for you to steal into my mindfilling up my page with music written in my handyou know I'll take the credit for I must have made you come to me somehowbut please try to close the curtains when you leave at nightor I'll have to find someone to stay and warm mewill you always attend my midnight tea partiesas long as I set your placeif one day your sugar sits untouchedwill you have gone foreverwould you miss me in a thousand yearswhen you will dry another's tearsbut you say you'll never leave meand I wonder if you'll have the decencyto pass through my wall to the next roomwhile I dress for dinnerbut when I'm stuck in conversationwith stuffed shirts whose adorationhurts my ears, where are you thencan't you cut in when I dance with other menit's too late not to interfere with my lifeyou've already made me a most unsuitable wifefor any man who wants to be the first his bride has slept withand you can't just fly into people's bedroomsthen expect them to calmly wave goodbyeyou've changed the course of historyand didn't even trywhere are you nowstanding behind metaking my handcome and remind mewho you arehave you traveled farare you made of stardust tooare the angels after youtell me what I am to dobut until then I'll save your side of the bedjust come and sing me to sleep

Topic Of The Day

I am going to try to post a new topic every weekday its going to be called the topic of the day......
todays topic-pain
you can't expect to live life and not feel pain. pain is everywhere, its in your home, at your school, with your parents its everywhere. so just learn to deal with it i hate everyone always complaining about there pain i don't complain cuz i know that i have to man up and deal with it. people just complain about pain for attention and thats fucking annoying. oh if you didn't notice i am talkin mental pain not physical. i can understand complaining about physical pain well i have to go talk to you guys tomorrow.....

WTF!!!!!!

Okay everyone I got me some ranting and venting to do but not all is bad so here we go. Promises are important to everything and everyone so if you promise something keep that promise. another thing stalking its stupid okay its not mine or her fault she loves me and not you so deal with. no she's not with me but its cuz of her parents so guess what she still love's me more. drugs, drugs are stupid no i don't count herbs as drugs cuz its a plant. oh and if your someone who thinks your surpiorer to everyone else your not your going to die like the rest of us. oh and i really hate it if your suicidal or say your suicidal and are afriad of death i mean grow up but hey i'm done and intil next peace..............

I'm Back

So Everyone Music is life without music life would be dull think about your favorite band then think about what if they didn't exist what if some how that would have changed you if you think it wouldn't then your mistaken most people deny it but its a fact music defines us if we didn't have music we aould all dress alike and life would be extremely boring so think about that next time you say your unique there is at least one other person out there that dresses, acts, and listens to the same stuff you do. the things that make us unique are our morals and flaws so stick to those and let music define what the world sees you as cuz it will anyway.

Dedicated To My Enemy, by Otep Shamaya

Dedicated to My Enemies - Otep
You have 7 more seconds to decipher you life before my tongue becomes a blade your brain a sliceI warned you before I'm addicted to war.I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born.3 pounds, 3 ounces, 7 week premature.. perfectly flawed and perfectly impure,see it was a night of lies, it was sick quick comprise, it was the devil in his eyes, it was innocence slithering down her thighs, it was...it was his fucking fist into... her fucking side, and why?because there was a baby, barely 3 months alive,but I survived, too stubborn to cir cum to the dripping jaws of the dominate paradine...I speak out of turn, I taught myself everything that I ever needed to learn; which is,I don't have to be anything but me, napalm bright celebrating the burn, see im supposed to be weak and depleted my uniqueness erased and deleted,im supposed to be a fist and bruise, nothing left inside and nothing left to loose,they want me to be a breeder, not a thinker, not a leader.A servant disciple to a desperate demented preacher, no voice no choice.But I will fail them. I have no need for there acceptance, there limits, there lies,I learned to hate from you... I am your most beloved blasphemous child..

Confusion

Some people are confused about the name of my blogg well i don't use it as a literal saying that dying is cool. I am jus tired of everyone saying they wish they were dead hence Dying Is Your Latest Fashion. Cuz i know if you were in a hospital bed dying you would wish to be alive and well i know i have been there so the name is as it sounds Dying Is Your Latest Fashion....

Ex Oblivione by H.P. Lovecraft

Ex Oblivione
by H.P. Lovecraft
When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to
drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall
ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of
sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life,
and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and
sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars.
Once when the gentle rain fell I glided in a barge down a sunless stream
under the earth till I reached another world of purple twilight, iridescent
arbours, and undying roses.
And once I walked through a golden valley that led to shadowy groves and
ruins, and ended in a mighty wall green with antique vines, and pierced by a
little gate of bronze.
Many times I walked through that valley, and longer and longer would I pause
in the spectral half-light where the giant trees squirmed and twisted
grotesquely, and the grey ground stretched damply from trunk to trunk, some
times disclosing the mould-stained stones of buried temples. And alway the goal
of my fancies was the mighty vine-grown wall with the little gate of bronze
therein.
After a while, as the days of waking became less and less bearable from
their greyness and sameness, I would often drift in opiate peace through the
valley and the shadowy groves, and wonder how I might seize them for my eternal
dwelling-place, so that I need no more crawl back to a dull world stript of
interest and new colours. And as I looked upon the little gate in the mighty
wall, I felt that beyond it lay a dream-country from which, once it was entered,
there would be no return.
So each night in sleep I strove to find the hidden latch of the gate in the
ivied antique wall, though it was exceedingly well hidden. And I would tell
myself that the realm beyond the wall was not more lasting merely, but more
lovely and radiant as well.
Then one night in the dream-city of Zakarion I found a yellowed papyrus
filled with the thoughts of dream-sages who dwelt of old in that city, and who
were too wise ever to be born in the waking world. Therein were written many
things concerning the world of dream, and among them was lore of a golden valley
and a sacred grove with temples, and a high wall pierced by a little bronze
gate. When I saw this lore, I knew that it touched on the scenes I had haunted,
and I therefore read long in the yellowed papyrus.
Some of the dream-sages wrote gorgeously of the wonders beyond the
irrepassable gate, but others told of horror and disappointment. I knew not
which to believe, yet longed more and more to cross for ever into the unknown
land; for doubt and secrecy are the lure of lures, and no new horror can be more
terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace. So when I learned of the
drug which would unlock the gate and drive me through, I resolved to take it
when next I awaked.
Last night I swallowed the drug and floated dreamily into the golden valley
and the shadowy groves; and when I came this time to the antique wall, I saw
that the small gate of bronze was ajar. From beyond came a glow that weirdly
lit the giant twisted trees and the tops of the buried temples, and I drifted on
songfully, expectant of the glories of the land from whence I should never
return.
But as the gate swung wider and the sorcery of the drug and the dream pushed
me through, I knew that all sights and glories were at an end; for in that new
realm was neither land nor sea, but only the white void of unpeopled and
illimitable space. So, happier than I had ever dared hope to be, I dissolved
again into that native infinity of crystal oblivion from which the daemon Life
had called me for one brief and desolate hour.

George A. Romero's Martin

Okay Horror lovers i just found out that other than zombie films george a. romero wrote a vampire movie and it's called martin now i hate vampires but a vampire movie written by the master himself will be a vampire movie worth seeing oh and there's a remake for those who don't like black and white horror. well thought i would share my excitment so see ya

Pride

It pains me that everyone has rights and all races have rights but the minorities in those races who have no rights. but as a bi-sexual male there are few states who have gay marriage and i have to go to freaking canada just to have a ceremony. so on july 27 on national gay pride day if your not out then come out, and if you are then show everyone that were not ashamed of who we are

expectations

I'm expected to fall in line, be the one that everyone can rely on. i'm i selfish or selfless for wanting my freedom. freedom of speech and expression. but because of my sexual orientation the government sees fit to strip me of my basic freedoms because i am bi i'm the same as anyone else why some can't see it i don't know. well i just need to rant so i'm going to go for now

Dying is your latest fashion

I find it hard to be around those who are always using deaths of friends and families as a reason a attempt suicide,
I am not saying that I hate those who attempt or thing about it.
Cause i have scars of my own, but choose to remember them and let them live through you.
Don't take me as someone who don't know whats it's like my friend died and suffered in his car at the scene of the acciedent for 12 hours.
I also know that some attempts were from unbearable pain inflected by peers.
this i can understand.

Just a few More words what ever your reason if you end i don't judge and the pricks who do aren't worth remembering