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a place to call home

a place to call home

is the place you are happiest

whether your with your family or with your true loved ones

what ever makes you happier

my place to call home is where ever my loved ones are

i love them very much and when i am with them it is like i'm home all over again every time

if one getss hurt i will always be there at their side to help them get back on there feet.

if some one hurts them i will make sure they wouldn't have to deal with that person agian some how.

the ones i am happiest with are my true loved ones and they are my home.

and that is a true place to call home.

~Zenaku

every time

every time we have to part a little bit of me dies

a little bit of my heart every time, every timewe leave each other leaves me and goes home with you in your left back pocket.

when people try to tear us apart it tears me mind, body, and soul apart. i miss you so much that i can't even look in the mirror because it just reminds me of every time you have touched me and it makes me want to smash that mirror because i can't have it at that moment

how much is too much?

why is it that all people are not open for descussion on how much is too much and how much is too little?

a lie is too much even if just one, but the truth is that no lie is too little to be too much.

a friend is too little while thousands of friends are too much.

why are these questions easier to answer, but not as easy as:

so how much is too much?

how much is too little?

why are these questions easier to answer, but not as easy as when it comes to love?

questions of love are much more complexe your parents say along with answers like:

the stork brings babys.

its time to tell you of the birds and the bees.

your mother and i are just having a break right now.

lies,Lies,LIES that's all they are!

when will the lies stop so now i ask:

how much is too much?

and how much is too little?

~Zenaku

self help

some one help!!!

i cant help myself!

they put me in jackets and resrain my limbs, so i wont attack. i wouldnt attack them, there is no point to it, what would i gain?another hour in a cement room. i already have been there more then once and it was cause i wanted to talk, thats it, but no one will listen to me. and thats why i need self help!!!

bitter sweet blood

As a blood drop falls to the ground

he licks the blood off of her arm,

and savors its bitter sweet taste.

she groans in pleasure as he bites the same mark he had started with.

he bites out of lust, lust for her sweet smelling red flowing blood.

~zenaku ishida