No one else has this power.
Maybe it’s a gift,
Maybe it’s a curse.
I don’t know what it is.
Just know that the feeling of wanting to die is not wanted by anyone else.
Can it be that I am the only one.
If so, I really need a sign of the end.
Or if there is an end, I need to know when it’s going to be.
Wanting to kill myself only brings the efforts of what this power is closer to its purpose.
There is a possibility that killing myself would only elongate this gift or power.
So the decision has been made, killing myself is not the answer.
If there is an answer to this, it wont show itself.

cute.
my hearts love.
my missing smile.
a light when I need it.
resolution to any issue.
my other half.
meant for me.
my life.

a shining star.
a warm October.
no more no less than what I would ever want you to be.
my inhibition.
fireworks in my head.
the only thing keeping me alive.
as if Tina Turner first steps on the stage.
the sense in me.

the hope I’ve been waiting for.
the good that stops the bad.
the funny that no one else can be.
who I call to hear I Love You.
the only thing I will ever need.
the humor that’s inside me.
the musical instrument I will always play with.
FOREVER MY GC

Standing there watching her go
Knowing you could not do anything to prevent it
Knowing that if you had the power to change it you would
Feeling as though you were in a horrible dream
That it could not have gotten any worst
When you were told that she was coding
Knowing you would have to put your self together and keep it cool
Going through this alone is like being killed by Jack the ripper 100 times
People not understanding that grief for me is like a sheet of film falling from above and slowing things down
So the trauma can slowly seep inside my head and never leave
Maybe if I had made a deal with heaven to keep her here
Drama after the trauma is like a rollercoaster of problems one after another
She is in heaven right now
That I know

 
In memory of anyone you know who has been struck down

by cancer or is still living with it.

                                              Please Pray



Please take at least 10 minutes of your time where ever you are or whatever you are doing and stop to be silent for those who’ve been silenced them selves. These minutes are not a requirement to take, but no matter where you are. Stop to be silent for how ever long you think you should for those who’ve been silenced by cancer. This is not just for the memory of those who’ve been silenced by cancer, but also for the ones who continue the fight against it. For those who’ve silenced by cancer and taken from us, please think of things you can be doing to remember the good times they had on this planet. Because I am sure and know that they would be doing the same if you were gone. NO MORE TEARS, NO MORE PAIN. Keep running them gears for those fighting the fight. Keep the lights bright for those who’ve been slain.
These times are not the END, thread through the paperwork. Get it done any way you can, and vanish this cancer out of this world.

PS: please comment on any life experience you have as either a survivor or a family member of whom ever has passed. This is specially dedicated to a very good friend of mine whom I missed a great opportunity to have tea with, and I am sure that her daughter would understand what I mean when I say that.

Grabed from behind like some kind of fiend.
Twisted arms so that escape was futile.
Onto the wall both bodies went.
Luck bones are strong as titanium.
Too bad no evidence is left.
An attempt at a scream is not possible.
The knife on the throat was a real classic.
Will to fight was not there.
Could have been something related to the mind.
Will never be shown.
Felt like I was watching what was happening.
Along with the words I heard.
'You fucking piece of shit'
Probably the only words I remember.
Recalling what happened after is blank.
Everytime I try, I lose more time.
Felt like it wasnt me who that was done to.
Like a dream but with the pain.
Explaining that needed a cover up.
Decided was best to have it kept short.
The unexplained is the self-explanatory.
If the shortness of the breath feeling
the knife on the neck,
knowing if spoken would be killed.
Could have turned around and kicked and killed.
Then it would really seem like a monsters ball.
Wishing a sweet fix for this memory would show it self.
'Was it good'
Considering the size of the cock that was felt and forgotten...
Then no, not even in the slightest.

by Andre

Have you swallowed me. I am there for you.
No one else makes you feel like I do.
I am.
The drug that you vomit on occasion.
I pressure you into thinking they can’t hurt you anymore.
I reassure you that you wont hurt your self.
I know your hurting when you are sober.
Just dwell up inside me and enjoy the way I flow into you.
Come back to the flask.
That little dry flask that has all your dreams.
Take more than you should because that’s what Dr. Deals demands.
Have I made you leave your happy home yet.
Have you decided its better in the flask than sober.
You got a hard on for me every time don't you.
Take me deep into your mindless thoughts.
Then and only then when you are dead you will realize…
that at least now there is no pain without drugs.

by Andre

If the problems LIEs with the ducks and not the fucks.
Ducks have fallen upwards from the heavy oil.
Strings of feathers line the walls below the line caused by the downwards flood.
Breaking walls are signs of strained levels of nothingness.
Results from tests come back to people who read instead of process thought.
Enjoying cash flows in a base economy.
Read the report.
Understand it.
A consideration has been made due to individuality of understanding the report that is the main payroll of many smiling cameras on important times.
The hole caused by lowered expectations of a strained economy has risen the broken walls once again that had fallen in the upwards ducks faith.
The oil glue does effects to keep itself clean and wanted my many who have a human not so intellect.
The elected were to protect our precious.
Yet dying are our precious. Nothing left of the ducks now.
Its freedom time yet the clock for that simple cheap way is always blocked.

by Andre