Hello Goodbye

Hello!!!
This is a notice for everyone that goes on my blog and comments my stuff....lol well i have a new account. I dont use this one anymore, i dont want to delete it bc im way to lazy lol so this is the new account i made, please check it out!!!!

http://crimsontwlight.blogspot.com/

So yeah.....lol check it out!! ~Jurz

Thinking of you

You are my lover, my friend,
and everyday I think I'm falling more and more in-love with you.
I want you to hold me, hide me.
I love you so much my heart screams it.
I feel like I'm ablout to explode.
I can't sleep at night because thoughts of you fill my head.
You have captured my heart on every way.
To tell you honestly, I'm afraid.
Afraid that one day I'll screw up,
and that I'll lose you forever.
I'm scared of my temper,
and my self-control.
I want you to love me and hold me close.
Please hold me closer.
I love you so much.
Please just hold me closer.

Feeling

Have you every had that feeling you were in a hole dying?
But too afraid to admit it?
But right now, I know I'm in a hole,
and I am dying.

Puppy in my pocket

I rolled over and hit the ‘snooze’ button and lay on my back. ‘Another wonderful day of hell.’ I thought as the wet nose of my puppy-girl greeted me. Her chestnut brown eyes stared into mine, as if telling me to get up. I slipped my feet into my Wal*mart brand slippers and trudged down the stairs. The front door opens as I walk out in my fleece bathrobe to watch my dog go pee. She comes back inside as I put my toast in the toaster. I see my mom walk down the stairs, my little sister following. She runs up and gives me a hug.
“Mornin’ Susie.” She says. My mother looks at her, shocked.
“Honey, Susie’s dead.”

Animalistic Rights

Who are you to expect the title of my hero?
While all the boys and girls walk past me,
Heads high, and proud strides,
I hate them.
Every passing day, I hate them more and more.
Do they even consider the girl in the bathroom, giving offerings to the porcelain god because she’s not able to fit into that size 2 mini skirt?

Protests against animal experimentation and testing,
but with all the heroin and drugs you enter into my system, Animal experimentation isn’t what you should be protesting against.

Come here child

“Where the hell have you been?!!!!” she screamed, throwing a vase at her young lover. “I’ve been waiting and waiting! Jesus Christ! How the hell do you expect me to write without you here?!” Her brown curls looked a fine frenzy around her full cheeks. He calmly looked up at his darling lover,
“I’ve always been here.” She stared at the door. No one was there. This must’ve been one of the practical jokes the neighborhood kids were playing on her.
“W-w-ho’s there?” she asked, grabbing her .45 from the desk.
“You and I both know that’s not real, Charlotte.” Poor Charlotte looked about the room, searching for the voice’s body. Charles looked at his love, then it hit him, she couldn’t see him. Charlotte grabbed a bottle of ink and threw it in his direction. It flew through his body and hit the door behind him. He was dead.

Take me to the Chorus

I sat down on my rusty-springed bed. The creaking underneath me brought shivers to my spine. I hated it here. I was told by God to do those things. It was what He wanted, I didn’t want to, but he told me to. The jail-guard walked past my cell.
‘G’nite Henry.” He said, smiling a little.
“’Nite Phil.” I lay down on my bed. Rolling over to face the picture of my 7 year old little girl holding her 6 month old brother made me want to cry. It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t. God told me to do it. He told me to kill those men. They were doing bad things in His temple of peace. Death Row was gripping me with its black nails of blood and tainted souls. ‘I’m sorry Kenny, I’m sorry Louis, I’m sorry Karen.’ I thought as the tears escaped my eyes. My wife and children were to be fatherless and husbandless. No matter how much we begged, I was still sentenced to death. The faces of the men I killed flashed through my mind. I didn’t want to kill them…I heard my cell door open. I sat up, only to be greeted by malicious smile. She came forward, knife in hand.
“Louis…don’t do this, daddy loves yo-“ Blood spurted out from my chest.
“Bye-bye daddy.”