all about spike

all about spike
he is play full.
he is funny.
he is love able.
he sleeps alote.
run fast.
jumps on jen.
sneaking.
eat all lote.
hurt my mom .





by koal.

Fire And Lightning

Fire and Lightning

Through the fire in the sky, the lightning crawled its way across the rising flames. Bringing fear and inner peace together. Fear of what is to come, what I may become, and the inner peace, and nature of knowledge to accept that the sadness that I hold within me, are subsiding in their own mysterious ways. Whatever feelings that I've had for the past while is unknown. A wildfire of emotions dances with the tornados of sadness. The storms will pass on the trodden path that I have wronfully taken. Knowing this, I turn around and I walk back to the crossroads and start my way down the next road. Taking what dignity and self worth that I have left with me. Through the joys and sorrows, I shall overcome and rise above this. Mother Nature has her way of unleashing unholy madness. Sometimes it takes that fear and that sadness to overcome the obstacles and through the winds and the rain, the storms will pass and will soon fade away. Sometimes all it takes is the inner peace to let go and take the dive into the next day. To dive out of the storm into the other side.

The Funeral Of Hearts

"Even the dullest knife can cut you if you don't throw it away"

Your bittersweet words seem to dance around in my head to the melody of my footsteps.
My footsteps that you watched as I walked away this time, not the other way around.
It seems like the era of the "Unchained Melody" has ended, and the revenge of your thoughts have hit you.
For mine of you have dimmed, and gone away.
You always thought you could get what you wanted,
As did I..
And at one point in time I recall you saying

"You won't come, because it's not you in the wedding dress"
Well, you're right. That's not what our plans were..
Your plans were to have me at your every will, and hypnotizing eyes
And then throw me away by the curse of your piercing words..
Judge me not, for I don't judge you.
I never have.
I just knew.I never had to assume... again, I guess I knew...
Maybe the last time you walked away, *should* have been the last.
But you we're too addicted to the burn to walk away. As was I.
You wet like a moth to that flame, darling, and that flame will always burn you.Think of what you have done to me,
For me,
And against me...
Think of how you watched me walk away, for I will never walk to you, never again.

"Love's the funeral of hearts, and a plea for mercy, when Love is a gun. . . Seperating me from you"