TwilightFirestorm

 Ladies and gentleman? Let me make this quite clear for you. There is a fine line between being unique and being mentally retarded. Being obscure and underground does not make you unique unless, somehow, you have managed to fight back every last natural human feeling in turn to accept and take interest purely in the things that the mainstream does not desire. Chances are, if you have refused mainstream completely, or even mostly, you are nothing more than the latter category (mentally retarded). Being unique is not about trying. It's about being. Unfortunately for most of you l337 rebels, there are many relevant ideas in the mainstream, an

I think there's a lot to love that all of us, no matter how much we think we know, do not know. Someone's going to reply to this telling me I stated the obvious. But have I? Have you really ever thought about what you don't know? If you're reading this and somewhere in your mind, love has a restriction, then you have a lot more to learn than you think. Try tearing down your walls. The view is amazing when you realize there's nothing to stand in your way but you. Love could be so much better if we didn't want so many limits... Remember… everything. Love... Whenever you feel it for a while... sometimes it starts to fade. And you wonder

For where the body forever haunts The mind will find a seal A way to make it go away And give wounds time to heal In fog and shadow dost it wait In dank and dirty places Where fire burns a red hot blaze And melts away the faces Fall into Hell with folded hands It's time to pray your God And hope his eyes will come to rescue But oh how he forgot And now loneliness is all there is And blood covers the floor And fire rises from the grave To burn forever more.

I've been sitting here for a while/Trying to write about her smile/And I fall/Not writer's block/It's writer's wall/Can't think at all/But then the pen touched down to paper/And suddenly I can't escape her/I saw her eyes/It was just enough/I was surprised/To see them cry/All the time I spent for something/Trying to write away this nothing/And if I'd looked a little closer/Maybe long enough to hold her/I'd be done/And we'd be one. This song's to you/This one's for you/For doin' what you do/For me/For lies/And trees/And skies/This one's for you/This one's for truth. Girl, do you remember when/Our magic nights would never end/We'd pass the tim

"It's a bright thing to be bright." "Your true face... What kind of... face is it? I wonder... The face under the mask... Is that... your true face?" "Can I ask... a question? Your friends... What kind of... people are they? I wonder... Do these people... think of you... as a friend?" "The right thing... What is it? I wonder... If you do the right thing... Does it really make... everyone happy?" "Can I ask... a question? What makes you happy? I wonder... what makes you happy... does it make... others happy, too?" "Believing in your friends and embracing that belief by forgiving failure. These feelings have vanished from our hearts." "Wh

Today you walked the other way/I saw a smile on your face/But as I drove and looked in the mirror/I saw your smile fade away/A tear traced a line down my cheek/It's been like this for a few weeks/But as I drove I looked in the mirror/You were looking back and couldn't speak/And I have to say… I walked up wrapped up in my arms/Cold does less good than it does harm/I waited for you by the car/One hand wrapped 'round your good luck charm/Waiting for all the hours past/My heart is beating hard and fast/Please just make this moment last/Don't let this moment come and pass. I need a moment to take this in/Just a minute so we can sin/A time when I

Why is it we question things when they are real, when they are tangible, when they are obtainable, but we so readily accept the things that are impossible? Why do we fight for something, say we fight for something, and then never really even raise our arm in defense? Fact of the matter is, we don't really try. We're scared to. Scared to be hurt. Scared to fall. But the best things in life normally take the most amount of work; being happy takes work, at least. It doesn't have to be complicated, and we should never complain it is. In the end it's either black or white in deciding. All the gray stuff in the center is things we make up or thi