Lost....
Hey, wasn't that a TV show?
No. We are lost.
-Wait, we're lost?!
Yes, we're lost!
-Sweet, where are the cameras?
No, we're lost.
-Yea dude, we're on Lost, its a show.
No, we're in the middle of no where wandering around in a desert with no idea where we are!!
Yea, but YOU said we were on Lost, like on the -TV show, right?
No, I said we were lost.
-Ok so....are we lost or are we on Lost? I am confused now.
We ARE lost, NOT on Lost.
-Oh Sh*t! We're lost, we're lost in a desert, no one will find us, we're going to die out here. Oh man, oh man, oh man!
Never Mind, I take it back, maybe we are ON Lost after all.
-Sweet dude, dibs on the blonde.
Idiot.


**This was written by an old friend. I give him props for making it through hell and back.
I still love you, and always will. I won't name him though.

Jul 8, 2006 4:38 AM
Allie my love I must declare, you may be beautiful but Ill still pull you hair, Ok and I;ll bite and scratch and play unfair, Ill cheat and yell and scream and swear, Its all I can do to try not to stare. Happy birthday love




Oh and I hate people, with a passion thatt burns with the fury of ten thousand suns, so I;ll pick you up some sunblock ok

....and sadly. I truly did love him.

Catch the broken crown

Tossed down by the fallen god

Followed closely by his sword, and side

Through battle they earned him pride

And when he soared above the field

Firing arrows into his enemies side

Before his wings were broken

And he was tossed aside

As the blood dripped down their feathery expanse

He stood and looked as though entranced

Charged back into the fray

Gave his life to save the day

Afterwards he stood only to realize

The people of his world had died

His death had shook their core

They couldn’t live any more

He then dropped his head to his chest

As tears filled his eyes

His hands trembled with despair

His mind racing with thoughts of

All those lost, for whom he had

So long Cared



For long moments his time stood still

And greater gods thought him ill

As tears flowed from his eyes crook

Staining crystal trails across

His war torn, blood stained face

They fell in silence to the ground

A crystal sphere swirling with a ruby trace

From its trip across his face

Told the story of its makers mind

Carrying within its swirling mass

A wish and hope

Both of which are lost

As it slowly melts the frost upon the surface

Of the on which he is kneeling

Searching for words to exclaim

The feelings which swirl

Then bend and twist

Like a storm brewing inside

And has no escape from his

Grief torn heart and mind

But to slowly carve a crystal trace

Across the face of the one

Who lost the dearest of possessions

Okay so I am still rather new here even though I have had an account in this place since June. I have only been on it a handful of times. I am learning slowly, and with the help of new friends and old, I am making the best of things here. So I figure, for the sake of holiday spirit, I will do my best to add more here, and make things a bit more interesting for others who come to view my friends or attempt to make friends with me. This will also be a part of my new years resolution.

thanks for listening....
and happy turkey day.
Aliycat