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I want to cry,
but I can't.
The tears refuse to come.
I want to release,
but I can't.
My body withholds all.
I want to stay,
but I can't.
My heart is being torn.
I want to yell,
but I can't.
The words will break her heart.
I want to kiss,
but I can't.
My lips are too impure.
I want to love,
and I will.
It's all I'm able to do.
 Bobby Ritzu · Mon May 09, 2005 @ 12:12am · 2 Comments |
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What the hell is going on?
I was so confused, just lost.
Now I'm not, I'm better.
She's right beside me.
Even if she doesn't realize it.
I've told her I love her before.
She never verbally told me.
But something happened.
I was on the phone with her,
and we were having fun.
I told her i need to go.
She told me something,
I could have sworn it was,
'I Love You'
Could it be?
Does she really?
I asked her what she said,
but she told me I needed to go.
Am I right?
Did she say it?
Or did I imagine it?
Either way,
She's awesome.
(I have never written free verse before, so this may sound bad, but I like it.)
Bobby Ritzu · Sun May 08, 2005 @ 04:42am · 0 Comments |
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In the power of hate I do confide,
that anger is a wild ride.
I work so hard to make life go on,
yet no one notices once I'm gone,
but if in a feat I should fail,
my anger will come and me 'twill bail.
I run from myself more oft than not,
to contain within the deadly shot,
for should it loose upon the world,
everything shall come unfurled.
I prepare myself each day for this,
to see if my rival I should miss,
for once it's through 'twill mean the end,
for enemies as well as friends.
Beleth, my mind thou shalt not take,
for stronger am I with friends in wake,
than thou shall ever be alone,
with thy malicious, deathly tone.
Since together we cannot have peace,
I warn you now vile demon to cease,
withdraw thy will that be malign,
for my friends' love through my heart shall shine.
Bobby Ritzu · Thu May 05, 2005 @ 12:15am · 0 Comments |
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I am WAY to generous... I just blew 470g on someone just to find out they have 510g. stressed
BELETH! I need some assistance. I wish to see a willows movements, to follow and watch in simple silence, and if I should happen across a jest of sorts, that imbecile may I smite, so give me power, Beleth, my friend, that I may seek a great revenge! scream
Bobby Ritzu · Mon May 02, 2005 @ 11:33pm · 0 Comments |
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HOLY FLYING PIG SPIT! I actually got a party started today! Online, yes, but a party none-the-less! I'ma just say that and leave.
That and leave
Bobby Ritzu · Sat Apr 30, 2005 @ 11:32pm · 0 Comments |
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Yellow, The colour of a low temperature flame. That is where all of the end begins. If you wish to perform the rites in this tome, be warned, those pure of heart shall be tainted, and those who aren't will be stronger in it's use. Purity is necessary for the final Rite of the book. Pure EVIL. If you are pure of heart turn and be off, unless you wish to take revenge. The stopping of these powers will come at the cost of destruction.
Bobby Ritzu · Fri Apr 29, 2005 @ 11:58pm · 0 Comments |
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