Green w/ Envy

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. 



well i think that we are all in agreement that this poem you just read (i'm assuming you read it) was fantastic. maybe i like it so much because when i read it the voice in my head is Morgan Freeman's voice. i don't know how he manages it! he can make anything sound so epic. anyways the genius of the words written by William Ernest Henley (i had to look up his name) the words seem to strike a chord deep inside me. and i just want to go do something legendary.

i'm sick of this, leave me alone! Good Gandhi.

I'm so sick of the Hobo's always beggin' for change
I don't like how i gotta work,
and they just sit around and get paid.

I'm so sick of all the people who can't drive their cars,
B**** you'd better get out of the way before i start fallin' apart.

alright that was lyrics to a song, i don't hate the Hobo's. however people who can't drive their cars...

for real now

I'm sick of school (shocked?)
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i really hate homework

 I'm fed up with being told how to live my life.

                   Sit up straight                       Pay attention                   
    Do Your Homework 

              Listen to your teacher                      Cut your hair                                                

Go to class                               Get good grades                             Go to college

                                                                 Make Money

           Be nice                           Don't say that                          Eat your vegetable

     Stop fighting                                                                          Don't argue

                              Clean your room                        hang up your towel  

                                                           Respect your elders

Don't Speed

Wake Up                     Take your headphones out                  Stop talking

                      Shut Up

Answer Me

I'm sick of people telling me to act like an adult 

then they still treat me like a kid.

I'm sick of worrying.
why can't i just be like Bob Marley?
Don't worry, about a thing.
I wish everything would be alright.

I'm sick of people complaining,
about all of the bad things in the world,
instead of focusing on the good.

Where is the Love?

What is Love?

 What is Love?

love is the simple expression, 

letting people know that you would do anything for them.

a fathers unconditional love 

this is a man who truly loves his son and is 

willing to do anything for him

a mothers love for her child

the tender look in her facesays

that she would go to the end of the world for her child

a husbands love for his dying wife

this man would switch places with her

he wishes he could

a father's love for his child.

a man's love for his wife.

 

love is not simply a feeling. 

it's more.

love is an action.

love is the willingness to do anything,

just to ease their pain. 

love is an absence of hate,

and a surplus of caring.

One Liners

Quit Teasing Me.

Where we stop no-one knows.

Scared of the night.

These are the Worst of times,

These are the Best of times.

Make it alright.

Live & let live.

Pretty please.

You are perfect to me.

I gave you all i had.

I was 8 days old and still living at home, how sad is that?!

I want you on my team.

Wither and die! (Dwight Eisenhower)

Do you want to be a tv episode?

Smiling when I'm close to tears,

Small talk, hows the weather?

I'm outta control

Bring back paradise

I've got to much time on my hands

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

I've gotta change my own mind

I have all day to do it.

I'm not a criminal

I'm not in jail

It's ticking away with my sanity

I've got unresolved issues with my mother

The president

Here's the day you hoped would never come

Don't lose your head.

Sleeping pills, no sleeping.

The cold sweat of guilt.

Whoa...

Just textbook stuff,

The ABC's of growing up.

Don't kill yourself.

None of us are angels.

It's ok by me.

It was a long time ago.

Let me snap.

A boy and his guitar,

Never cared to make a dime.

It won't be long now.

That's what she said.

That was uncalled for.

I hate all of the hobo's.

 Tell me it's nice.

Life's been good to me so far.

Your lucky i'm sane.

Alone at the end of the evening.

The dreams i've seen lately keep turning out the same.

Take it to the limit one more time.

I can't find the door.

Nobody cares what you think.

Put me on a highway.