ParadoxicalOxymoron

I am currently sitting on the bed of a girl with whom I am very much in love. We slept in this bed together last night. We cuddled and kissed and it was lovely. This should all make me very happy but there is a problem with this situation. There were several years of my life during which I would hold that girl and kiss her and say "I love you" and she would say "I love you too". She does not say it back anymore. She looks at me with caring and sometimes lustful eyes, and there is definitely something more there, but it is not the love we used to share. I am lucky to still have her in my life, and have her as my best friend, which she has been

Toilet seats Of every kind Were not designed With men in mind.

I hate this. A stolen kiss. A chosen dream. A forbidden love. I look at myself. A feirce embrace. An empty heart. A hollow mind. Not physically, I look inside. A lost hope. A forgotten wish. A drifting soul. It never used to be this way. A meaningless word. An everlasting desire. An uncontrollable urge. You can deny human nature A secret plan. A broken rule. A crazy idea. But if you do, are you still human? An empty life. A pointless existence. A fitting death?

A drop of my blood on your bedroom floor. A vast lake of life. A writhing pool of death. A flowing stream of appetence. That says it all really. You won't understand what I'm talking about. There is no logic and no sense. But that doesn't matter in my little world. How messed up I am. A gregarious recluse. An amicable wretch. An anti-social eccentric. What a freak I am. Judge me if you will. But know that in reality, The one you are casting judgement upon, is yourself. And what I always will be. Alone. Up on my "pedestal" Allegedly looking down on the people who are in reality looking down on themselves. So it tells you wh

I am the brother, I am the friend, I am the person with a shoulder to lend, A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, So why do I suddenly feel so cold? Right now it is I who needs to be held, And right now it is I, who feels so compelled, To thrust in the metal and make this all end, This can't be because I am always the friend. I wake up on the floor, I look all around Near-silence surrounds me, there's only the sound Of my own heart thumping, adrenaline pumping The blood flows out and my mood keeps jumping. I feel so pathetic, I just want to die It used to be enough but now I can't even cry A feeble pointless being, this pain is

Here we go everyone - this should provide you with some insight into what kind of person I am, based on the opinions of a few different people. It's almost like magazine reviews of a really bad film that nobody likes. Wow - look at those reviews! I'm so nice! "adam, you have really crossed the fucking line now, not only have you made silly little fucking comments about body language (which by the way make you look as pathetic as the comments themselves) you ahve insulted me, i don't feel threatend by your presence, afterall, you don't even know if ****** exists (how that works i really, REALLY don't know) now i'm just really fucking angry, s

I am in love with your eyes. So perfect, they contradict the whole idea of a 'god'. So perfect, it seems only a god could create them. Surely eyes have never made someone question the world on a religious scale. It concerns me somewhat. Like the pacific ocean, With such overwhelming depth, Combined with a delicate grace. I could just sit and stare into them for hours. A marvel of engineering with a liquid-filled lens As geeky as I am, and as much as I admire the workings of an eye It seems that this time it is beauty that has attracted me rather than geek-appeal. One subtle look from them makes me want to do anything and everythin

This rapport we share I love you, as you know, but I wish you cared not.