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May 20, 2007 14:35:32 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 20, 2007 14:35:32 GMT -5
Like i said before. [ points to previous posts ] Actually, many things could make me depressed. I could think of a million reasons right off the top of me head. I just don't see the point of wasting life when you only have one. Why waste it when you could have fun? I'm not optimistic though. I'm pessimistic. But, oh well.
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May 20, 2007 15:18:28 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 20, 2007 15:18:28 GMT -5
what in the world?
YOU DON'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM WHERE EVERYONE YOU MEET HATES YOU FOR NO APPARENT REASON NONE OF MY FRIENDS UNDERSTAND AND NEITHER DO YOU
PEOPLE I NEVER EVEN TALK TO HATE ME!!! *smashes head into the wall*
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May 20, 2007 21:22:09 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 20, 2007 21:22:09 GMT -5
Actually, i do understand. I know exactly what you're feeling, since i went through the same thing when i was in fifth grade.
Then i created a mask that i wear everyday.
They can't hurt me anymore. They can try, but i'm impervious to it now.
And if i don't understand, then i will try for the sake of my friends.
I know how it feels like to loose someone, to be shunned, to be hated, to feel pain, to be loved for who i'm not, to want to die, to wonder about things no child should wonder about...
But i've also experianced things that made me see the world the way that i do now. And i want to keep living no matter what others think.
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May 21, 2007 18:48:35 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 21, 2007 18:48:35 GMT -5
where did you copy and paste that from?
it doesn't matter. my friend and I made up. I knew we would...eventually
I wrote some poems about her in my distress
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May 23, 2007 0:06:22 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 23, 2007 0:06:22 GMT -5
I copied and pasted that from my mind. No, seriously. I thought that up my self. Realmente.
Good. Poetry is useful, is it not?
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May 23, 2007 6:33:49 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 23, 2007 6:33:49 GMT -5
very useful
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May 23, 2007 23:29:00 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 23, 2007 23:29:00 GMT -5
The only reason the universe expands is because it's trying to get furter away from Emerald.
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May 24, 2007 6:32:50 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 24, 2007 6:32:50 GMT -5
Hobbes once caught a mouse, made it walk on two legs and called it Mickey.
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May 24, 2007 19:30:34 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 24, 2007 19:30:34 GMT -5
Hobbes once played kiss chase with Saddam Husane.
Emerald is the thumb war champion of the world.
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May 24, 2007 19:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 24, 2007 19:53:21 GMT -5
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? SRY CAPS
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May 25, 2007 18:07:22 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 25, 2007 18:07:22 GMT -5
Dunno, i'm just taking whatever appears on our sigs at the moment, no offense.
Emerald got scared half to death, three times.
Google was Hobbes' idea.
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May 25, 2007 20:17:05 GMT -5
Post by The Choco-Holic on May 25, 2007 20:17:05 GMT -5
Hobbes can win a game of Monopoly without owning any property.
What do Batman, Superman, Spiderman, and Emerald have in common? They wear tights in their free time. Why is Emerald different from the others? Emerald wears the without looking gay.
Choco invented happiness.
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May 25, 2007 20:19:11 GMT -5
Post by The Choco-Holic on May 25, 2007 20:19:11 GMT -5
Emerald is the only person in the world who can look good in orange clothes.
The dark is afraid of Hobbes.
Choco knows how to recite the alphabet sideways.
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May 26, 2007 9:28:17 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 26, 2007 9:28:17 GMT -5
Once, Choco used Ultra Violet hair dye.
Hobbes invented time.
Chuck Noris, Vin Deisel, and Mr. T are all loosly based on physical features of Emerald.
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May 26, 2007 13:12:22 GMT -5
Post by The Choco-Holic on May 26, 2007 13:12:22 GMT -5
Choco once spotted a mystical deer prancing through an enchanted forest, then shot it.
That thing in your closet isn't Hobbes. It's what Hobbes left there.
As a recreational activity, Emerald shaves your pet cat.
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May 26, 2007 18:13:19 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 26, 2007 18:13:19 GMT -5
Choco invented all colors in the visible dimension of light. Except for pink. Chuck norris invented pink.
The only thing higher than Emerald's kill count on Halo is Emerald's kill count in real life.
Albert Einstein is a space pebble in the galaxy next to hobbes.
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May 26, 2007 18:14:08 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 26, 2007 18:14:08 GMT -5
Some kids piss their names in the snow. Emerald can do it in concrete.
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May 27, 2007 8:32:17 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 27, 2007 8:32:17 GMT -5
Hobbes once got to fifth base.
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May 27, 2007 17:19:51 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 27, 2007 17:19:51 GMT -5
Shots of vodka are called "light refreshments to Emerald."
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May 27, 2007 17:21:10 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 27, 2007 17:21:10 GMT -5
The Great wall of China was orignally made to keep Hobbes out. It failed miserably.
Emerald molests people via walkie talkie.
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May 27, 2007 17:21:47 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on May 27, 2007 17:21:47 GMT -5
Emerald pimp slapped Gandalf for eating all the elven bread.
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May 27, 2007 22:43:35 GMT -5
Post by The Choco-Holic on May 27, 2007 22:43:35 GMT -5
Emerald once did a drive-by with fireworks.
Emerald went around the world in 80 days. On a Llama.
Hobbes throws bricks through windows, then asks for them back.
Did you know that Hobbes is in the background of two D12 videos?
The Original draft for Lord of the Rings featured Choco instead of Frodo Baggins. It was only five pages long, as Choco roundhouse-kicked Sauron's ass halfway through the first chapter.
Apparently, Choco invented the Time Machine, but went back in time to stop herself from inventing it. This caused a huge paradox and now there are over 1000 Chocos on Earth.
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May 28, 2007 16:17:01 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 28, 2007 16:17:01 GMT -5
The chief export of Emerald is pain.
Emerald is the reason Lindsay Lohan went to rehab.
Hobbes is the only human "male" able to please a bull elephant.
Hobbes doesn't need to be able to see through walls, walls just get out of the way when Hobbes looks at them.
Choco invented all the colors in the visib;e dimension of light. Except for pink. Chuck Norris invented pink.
Choco wears kittens for ear muffs.
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May 28, 2007 16:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Hobbes on May 28, 2007 16:18:43 GMT -5
Hobbes is the reason Mona Lisa is smiling.
Choco once had a fight with 300 spartans and won.
Emerald makes the IQ test feel stupid.
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May 29, 2007 11:19:19 GMT -5
Post by The Choco-Holic on May 29, 2007 11:19:19 GMT -5
Hobbes was the first person ever to bring a zombie back to life.
Hobbes is the thumb war champion of the world.
If Earth was an apple, Choco would be the best tasting part.
There once lived three little pigs. Until Choco came along and ate their houses. Now there are three little hobo pigs.
Emerald was the first one to "choke the chicken".
Emerald think F.E.A.R. stands for Fucking Easy And Retarded.
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Jun 7, 2007 17:12:39 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on Jun 7, 2007 17:12:39 GMT -5
[ N e v e r . ]
Never stop fighting. Never let your spirit die. Never let them break you. Never stop believing. Never give in. Always survive. No matter wht Never say you can't.
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Jun 7, 2007 17:15:22 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on Jun 7, 2007 17:15:22 GMT -5
[ n o t h i n g t o l i v e f o r . ]
Why do you fight? You've nothing to lose Nothing to gain. I know you're no martyr. You wouldn't die for anyone, for anything. You refuse to die. But why? Why do you choose to live When everything you've ever cherished is gone? You've nothing. Nothing to live for.
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Jun 7, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on Jun 7, 2007 17:17:10 GMT -5
[ N o t h i n g . ]
Does the act of doing nothing really mean that you are in fact doing something?
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Jun 7, 2007 17:25:01 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on Jun 7, 2007 17:25:01 GMT -5
[ s h a t t e r e d . ]
A delicate flower of woven glass holds sugh a secret beauty that no one but I will ever understand. Given to me in a time of joy I say my reflection and my secrets. I saw the future. In times of sorrow I would stare into the untainted depths and remind myself that there is still good in the world, beautiful and untainted; all you have to do is look closely. But I felt something inide me crack as my unbelieving eyes saw the reflected light of broken glass, as my muted ears heard the delicate tinkle of something so devistatingly precious that my composure shattered along with it and i wept as every thing i had shoved into the darkest corner of my mind, locked and guarded, came bursting forth out of its prision. I wept because all i had tried to hide, tried to ignore, tried to forget was all for not. The tension had been building and was released by a trigger. Who ever knew that a mere flower would be my undoing? I did not weep for loss of possesion. I wept because along with the tinkling of glass my mask shattered, and a torrent of restrained emotion was released.
(i think this is the longest poem i've ever written.)
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Jun 7, 2007 17:30:57 GMT -5
Post by Emerald on Jun 7, 2007 17:30:57 GMT -5
[ p o i s o n . ]
A voice like the finest of velvet sends delicate shivers down my spine.
I'm lost in eyes of obsidian glinting with a deadly cunning.
Silk-spun hair brushed carelessly aside with an artist's precise hands.
I'm addicted to you but behind the mask of deceit that you so carefully built is poison. I can't get away. I don't want to. I swear, you will be the death of me.
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