Jai-Me, Myself and I.

Quiet And Observant...------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------*The Rainy Day* The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the moldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. *Henry Wadsworth Longfellow*------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------***Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. *Edgar Allan Poe***------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ --------***The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. *William Shakespeare***---------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------***A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesterday. *Alexander Pope***----------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------***The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. *Ernest Hemingway***------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------***Sm all, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. *The Used***----------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------------I get myspace layouts at UltimateMySpace.com. Get this layout------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------