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Sad Eyes These worthless ramblings that come from my mind
I dare not call poetry or claim them as mine
So in embarrassment I’ll hide my face
I’ll tell no one my name and disguise my race
The overwhelming sadness in my eyes
Is what you shall know me by
Just call me Sad Eyes, your tragic little princess
And from now on you shall know no excess
I will give you no more than my heart, my mind, my secret identity
And lastly I give to you the works that live in meWell, there's not much to know. I've basically been a recluse my whole life. I've always been a loner because I was hurt at a young age and I never quite recovered. I have no friends because I never get out and I don't trust anyone. I am afraid to be around people because I am afraid they are going to hurt me. I've been severely depressed and often suicidal since about age ten and each year seems to get worse and worse. I am finally deciding that I don't want to die anymore, especially not alone. So I am going to give this life one more chance. I am going to try my best to get better so that someday I can have a normal life. Since I've been alone (completely friendless) for almost ten years now obviously I am socially awkward and for that reason I have joined myspace to hopefully make a friend (I think it will be much easier to meet someone on here than face to face because I am very shy and awkward).Beneath all of the pain, heartache, and cycnicism I am secretly a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. I BELIEVE IN FAIRYTALES. In fact that is why I am still alive today. I close my eyes and drift off into my little dreamworld where everything is okay. However, I'd like to stop dreaming and actually make it happen. I'm also very sarcastic and I make way too many jokes, but I promise if you add me as a friend I'll keep the jokes to a minimum. Thank you and have a good night.FAVORITE QUOTES:There are really only two ways to approach life: as victim or as gallant fighter. You must decide if you want to act or react. And if you don't decide which way to play with life, it always plays with you.- Merle ShainGrant me the courage not to give up, even though I think it is hopeless. - Chester W. NimitzObstacles in the pathway of the weak become stepping stones in the pathway of the strong. - Thomas CarlyleThe courage of ordinary people is what stands between us and the dark. - Pam B. BrownI am a survivor. Being a survivor doesn't mean you have to be made out of steal. It means you are basically on your own side and you want to win. - Linda RondstadtI always looked outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time. - Anna Freud
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MY FAVORITE POEMS all by Emily Dickinson MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE(POEM1)
I measure every grief I meet
With analytic eyes;
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.
I wonder if they bore it long,
Or did it just begin?
I could not tell the date of mine,
It feels so old a pain.
I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.
I wonder if when years have piled-
Some thousands - on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;
Or would they go on aching still
Through centuries above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
The grieved are many, I am told;
The reason depper lies,-
Death is but one and comes but once,
And only nails the eyes.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold,-
A sort they call "despair";
There's banishment from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly, yet to me
A piercing comfort it affords
In passing Calvary,
To note the fashions of the cross,
Of those that stand alone,
Still fascinated to presume
That some are like my own.
(POEM 2)
Not with a club the heart is broken,
Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it,
I've known
To lash the magic creature
Till it fell,
Yet that whip's name too noble
Then to tell.
Magnanimous of bird
By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone
Of which it died.
(POEM 3) HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
I may remember him!
(POEM 4) PROUD of my broken heart since thou dist break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
By the way I joined myspace on Feb. 10th, 2008 but for some reason it says I joined a few YEARS ago. Not sure why, but I just noticed it so I thought I would let you know.