All compromise is based on give and take, but there can be no give and take on fundamentals. Any compromise on mere fundamentals is a surrender. For it is all give and no take.
Mohandas Gandhi


I will not love again
I will not be your friend
I will tear you apart
To reflect the shattering of my heart.

I want to be alone
I want to wail and weep
I want to loose my soul
And put myself in HELL'S hole.

I do not wish to feel
I do not wish to discuss
I do wish to RAGE
And start an eternal rampage

I have to live again
I have to find my way
I have not seen the light
And all I seem to do is fight

I must begin again
I must find new friends
I must not go back
And I will put away this maniac

I will love again
I will have a romantic friend
I will accept some saving grace
To reflect you have finally been replaced




The ultimate compromise is a surrender.

I talked to an old friend today
Visited memories along the way
Listened to her new found pain
And spent the time keeping her sane


Endless questions of what went wrong
And how to begin her new song
Swirled like leaves in wind strong
But the heart wished to prolong.

Why is it so hard to let go
When you are betrayed by a beau
Your head says love's fatal blow
But your heart says love will grow

In the confusion and the change
Life must be rearranged
It waits not for the broken heart
But pushes forth a counterpart

There is no peace of mind
Only undoing the combined
Providing respite and kind
By stopping the decline

Somewhere in the mist
A small important spark exists
That will help one persist
In looking not to reminisce

I talked to an old friend today
Visited memories along the way
Listened to her new found pain
And spent the time keeping her sane

HI!

Now that I have better understanding of deermans language, I will translate what I had spoking before.

[Dingnats foreeb pairfoa lessknurt sgel. Hapsrep Longgnieb ot theraf ro therom? Dneps skeew rounda meth ecnis rilavra. Formedrep mongnimus ulatir toontub vaila. Therso rivera. Kingaeps thiw meth rivesed on ticebleaon sultser. Dyob si linela meot. Spil peno, lyno veygninoc esion:]

Standing before a pair of trunkless legs. Perhaps belonging to father or mother? Spend weeks around them since arrival. Performed summoning ritual but to no avail. Others arrive. Speaking with them derives no noticeable results. Body is alien to me. Lips open, only conveying noise:

[“MOOOOOO”]

“MOOOOOO”

[temptsta ot inteetargni lliw gineb. Nottsum getrof sionsim. Pingeels nowrof.]

Attempts to integrate will begin. Must not forget mission. Sleeping for now.

hey everyone!!!! if brianne or emily finds me HI!! and to everyone else... HEY!!!

Does anyone here play the game? If so give me your friend code.

"A deer walks up to the twin gods. Says he has a problem. Says he feels like hes getting weaker, can't see as well as he could, isn't feeling quite himself lately.
Twin Gods look at him and say "it's part of life, get back into the swing of things. You'll have plenty of time to rest when you've passed on."

Deer says "But I'm already dead."

Curtain drops. Everyone applauds. The show is over and yet there is still one jackass sitting in the middle of the stage who just refuses to leave.

Surely, the show must go on.
Surely, we have another act.
Surely, we can practice that again?

No.
And stop calling me Shirley.

Most days I feel like I am that one. Sitting around, hanging on, just complacent to sit and wait to see if the thin veil between what I once knew as life was to offer any more excitement.

Still standing there, behind the curtains, waiting for the next show long after the last bow has been taken and the lights were dimmed.

You've had your spot in the sunlight.
You've held the stage for too long.
Just move on. You had your moment.

You faced your evil, you got the girl..well for a bit at least. Not really. Lost the girl, but had a great story in the midst of it. Died. Came back. Died again. Came back, still dead, but fighting. Lost yourself again now...

Intermission.

Have a break from it all, give a chance to stretch out. Give everyone some time to get back on their feet. It was unknown at the time, however, that the audience would not be returning for the second act.

So he stands there.
Staring out through the trees with that vague expression of amusement and a low cow head tilt as if to say...

"Surely, you don't believe you'll get rid of me that easy?"

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Title meaning "The play has been performed; applaud!"

A lamb's biography. (CSS within.)

Hello !
Name:Ivana
Age:13
Birthdate:08/10/1997
Grade: 8.
Country:Denmark
From:Serbia
Pets:Bunny
Pet name: Chico
Favorit animal: Grizzly Bear

Done.
BYE ! <3



-Btw: I drew the blue parrot on paper