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Why I Write

I don't write for a reason,
I write for a feeling,
I write for love,
I write for hate,
I write for myself,
I write for you,
I write the words that mean the most to me,
I write the words that hurt me,
I write the words that help you,
I write the words I write because I feel I need to.

That's a comment I wrote to Why We Write.
It's kinda in poem form, kinda not. I dunno.

Sick still and I have an idea for a story

I am sick still. It's not fun. Fun it is not.

I have an idea for a story, I think at least. I might right it, I might not. It is what it is, you know? I just hate when I start to write a story and I loose interest or it doesn't turn out right.
I dunno...


I also want to do art for some people if they are willing to pay me. But half the time kids are too immature who are my age to be willing to pay for something I worked hard on and expect it for free because we are "friends" I guess I will have to wait a year or two for when people have jobs and have some maturity. (but I can always sell online)

I don't know what else to say. Um.... what should I say? Tell me... comment. Tell me what to talk about :P

Projects and project and projects...

French project, then lit project, then homeworks for math, lit, and french. I'M GOING INSANE.

A Dedication to AJ

Walk down this path with me my friend,
A path full of twists and bends,
Slowly now, don’t trip or fall,
For after that your chances are small,

Once down this path I walked,
Alone and scared, as the crows gawked,
Waiting for the moment for me to fail,
And for them to swoop down and prevail,

The vines are on the road, and the rocks are in the ground,
A bumpy road we have found,
But it will be okay is we hold each other up,
Before we fall down, and fall into a horrid stirrup,

A tear rolls down my cheek,
As I write these words, but I dare not make a peep,
But follow me down this path, it will be fine,
What’s on the other side is yours, and is mine,

We inspire each other,
And work as brothers,
This we can get by,
Please don’t cry,

We have god, and god is on this path,
Hear his voice, and listen to his laugh,
Follow his voice, his laughter, and his love,
Come to him, and find the white dove,

Come down this path with me,
We must learn from the past you see,
Good will feed out of the bad, and one day,
We will reach the other end, and the skies won’t be gray.

Walk down this path with me,
Follow the golden sea,
Find the love and the hope you desire,
In the land of God and his holly empire.


Loves lost and fear gained,
I think these things can drive us insane,
But in heaven one day we will all meet,
And your loved one I will be able to greet,
You are my best friend.
And a broken heart is hard to mend,
But come down this road,
And defeat this hideous green toad.

You have saved 3 lives,
By discarding their knives,
And knowing their heart,
In truth that is the real start.

A dedication to AJ and his mother who died 4 years ago.

The Fire Twirlers Don't Have A Soul

With arms wide open I mutter these words,
Under my breathe, they are barely heard,
I mutter these words I mutter these words,
With a misconception of my perception,

Take my words in and I’ll take you
in my arms are open for you to fill,
As long as you lungs are ready to inhale,

The contagiousness of my worlds let me mutter them again,
And again, listen and try not to defend,
With arms wide open I will take you in,

My heart sings out with open arms,
I take you in and sound the alarm,
So all will know you are safe and protected,
In my arms,
In them you know who you are and when you died,
In my heart.

So grasp my hand and I’ll pull you in,
A fire starts deep within,
The heat is rising and rising,
It melts us inside,
Yet to me this isn’t a surprise,

My arms are open; your heart is healed,
Now let’s sing this and burn the field,
With your fiery eyes and joyous heart,
You take me in.

Your heart sings out with open arms,
You take me in and sound the alarm,
So all will know I am safe and protected,
In your arms,
In them I know who I am when I lived,
In your heart.

Now listen here, with arms wide open,
I took you in and healed your wounds,
You were dead in your pool of shame,
Lying and waiting for me to lead you from your dread,

But you have repaid me, and I have died in glory,
And will live on in your heart,
I have done my good deeds,
Now carry it on and do yours,
That way you can live forever in mine.

A nice Morning

It isn't hard to wake up in the morning and just sit around for a while. It seems to happen to you a lot when you are either sad or very happy. It's a moment of stepping back and taking it all in. In that momment it seems as though everything in the world makes sense, but then you get up to brush your teeth and take a shower. It all goes down from there. The water in the shower ends up cold, and your tooth paste's opening is closed shut by solid paste (and that paste won't come off unless you wip out the chain saw or a nice hammer and nail). It seems as though your life is spiralling down into a dark hole of solid tooth paste and cold water. You walk to the closet, find your mediocre clothes, slip them on, then attempt to find your shoes in under 48 seconds to beat yesterdays record. You find the shoes in about eight minutes and accept your defeat. Now that you have your shoes you go get breakfast, but since there happens to be no milk by the time you get there, you have to stick with dry cereal and toast. Now that your day is officially ruined, you don't care what happens next. Ah, but then you remember to turn on your ipod and listen to some good music. (ie. I am Ghost, AFI, HIM, ect.) Your day is thus forward fixed and your life seems peachy.


I am Tregg, and this is my first post. :D