The Year That Was

Dear my lovely readers,

so the year of 2011 A.D, or C.E is coming to a close soon, and I have to say 2011 has been a shitty year: everything got messed up with school, I was in the hospital a lot, I lost some friends, was depressed most the year, the Vikings sucked and so on,

however,

there are some things that have made this year not as bad as it could have been, I grew closer to some people, made new friends, and found hope in 2012,

this blog is not long, because I did not want to go on about how 2011 sucked, but pretty much want to say I have hope for 2012 to be a good year :)

I love you all,
Have a great 2012 A.D, or C.E
your friend,
VPK

p.s shout out to the Waffle Crew <4

JaJa (^__^)

love's bullet

Bright light of love

Her love for him was so bright,

As he made her life feel right,

When the world grew colder,

She could always rest her head on his shoulder,

They would always talk and kiss,

This was the most beautiful feeling to exist,

His light was so bright,

No end to their love is in sight.

Until in the flash of a heart beat

the light has become dim,

In the broken feeling she can’t swim,

As she holds on to a hopeless love for him,

But in the back of her thoughts,

Is the day she had caught,

Him in the act of cheating,

Now her heart is bleeding,

her once light  heart is near black,

From this heart break is no coming back,

And for every tear she cries,

The more she dies,

Lost blackness remains 

So too must he,

From a love so brightly,

To one so lost,

Two lives are the coast,

From a love that was broke,

In which cheating provoked,

He will die from his action,

And then be a subtraction,

Never leave a women broke, and upset,

Are words he will regreat,

He never listened too,

Now his time is due,

Love is tragic

Now the  last sound he hears is that of the gun

As she leaves her last words to him “I love you hun”

the gun fires, and hits him in the lung,

with his last bit of breath he hung,

on to say these words,

I am sorry this occurred,

and all that have I have done to you,

she looks him back, and says me too,

but so coldly starers,
End of life

as another shot goes between his ears,

she would  drown her self in the tub,
as she could not come above
Tragedy.

of love's bullet 

closing open eyes

I write with no pen,

Just the blood of my fingertips,

That stains the tree’s remains,

With the thoughts of my brain,

And what is seen that is written,

Is not always the reality of the meaning,

But eyes fall for believing what they see,

And form their version of the truth,

And becomes passed down from ear to ear,

From the tongue that changes as it hears,

The stories as they are told,

By the ones that had once read,

That was written on paper,

That was stained with the blood,

That is my soul.

insert title here

I know a world of closed eyes,
Where the deep thoughts lies,
And is always different,
Never dying always infant,
They are your dreams that are,
Lucid and the light of your star
As you dream to never awake,
Day dreaming for the sake,
You wish to find some way,
So you could stay,
Out in this world all day,
Visions of the mind’s most deep,
Entering this world as you sleep,
Reality begins to shift,
Everything known drifts,
In your mind’s pysicie,
Going into new galaxies,
Never known in reality!

Death of the world

where have you gone?
I use to see you every summer and spring,
near the flowers,
were you would make love and sing,
I would watch,
in hope I did not upset you,
if I did,
my feet would move faster than thought,
but this time now,
if I see you once it's miracle,
those who know not better,
rejoice in how you have disappeared,
only seeing the sting,
but not the sweet of your honey,
and with out you,
we shall pass away soon after,
with out your buzz,
we sing the song of the grave,
unable to change the melody,
please don't die,
otherwise so too shall I,
and all that is a being,
there eyes are blind seeing,
we need you,
like love needs hate,
good needs evil,
right needs left,
joy needs sorrow,
life needs death,
please, return to us.

Daisy's Death Date

The wonderful colours,
of a world black and white,
near the mighty willow,
where the ladybugs are weeping,
and the birds mourn,
The grass surrounds in comfort,
The roses sing songs of sorrow,
The bees remember the pollen,
the sad eyes of the trees look away,
the raccoons unable to hide their tears,
the cats and dogs hug in heartbreak,
the dirty rats cleans up,
oh poor daisy,
as today is your death date
A day the animals, bugs and plants
eyes all regret to see.

hey you

Dear my lovely readers,

Have a Happy Holidays, and thank you very much for reading my blog <3

love,
your friend,
VPK