Does it really matter? Poets and writers all have certain things that mean something to them that no one else can make sense of. I do. All the other dreamers i know do.
Lost in Darkness?
We mourn for the dead. We mourn for the living. Why can we not mourn for the one who deserves it most?
Celebrate the lives once lived. Remember in joy through a veil of tears. Remember...youth is not gauranteed, nor is old age. We are not told to expect life. We are granted a shot. Sometimes...we cannot make it...
Mourn the lost. The lost soul. The lost spirit. The lost talent. The lost years. The lost voice in the crowd that could stand out even if to only one person.
Hate me...
For I would rather give a thousand tears to the murderer, who will always be remembered with hatred and disgust, than one tear to the rich children, with happy lives, who have a thousand to mourn them.
Hate me...
Because I would rather go to the funeral of Cho Seung-Hui than I would the vigil of all 33 victims.
Hate me...
Because I look at the sun...and see only the possibility of moon, stars...
...and darkness...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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I do not presume to know his thoughts...
nor motivations...
nor sorrows...
I merely presume to call him Brother, as should we all...
For not one of us is innocent of committing autrocities...
Even if only in our minds...
i like this. what you said is very true. it made me realize something.....
oh my gosh courtney u looked so beautiful at prom and your boyfriend is hansome yall look so cute together. i wanted to take pictures but u know i didnt think u would let me but yeah u looked beatiful.
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