The Lonely Road

The name's Marty

age: 20
sign: Libra
hobbies: writing, reading, games

Quotes of my life:

1. I spent half my life betraying a friend or an ideal I believed in,
The other half is spent trying to find the strength to say "I'm sorry" -Nighthawk

2. Nothing should be able to do that, especially not love -Rose Walker

3. By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe -V

4. When you're on you're knees you're closer to the ground -Tori Amos

5. Why must the grieving be so short and this life so long? -Silver Surfer

6. You should never forget that people do care -Richmond

7. Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair, and who has time for tears? -Akira Yamaoka

8. Friend, at your service! -Berk

9. Happy is me cuz only u make urself miserable -Myles

10. Safe to say, everyone believes in your willpower -Glenn

11. On the road to redemption, just because we are told not to forget
doesn't mean we have to go through things alone -original

12. One true friend is better than a dozen liars -confessional

13. Just live life -James

14. I'd rather be the moon to shine your darkest night -Sophia

15. Life is a circumstance -original

16. Better to live in solitude than feel alone amongst a crowd -Faye

17. That's why ice cream stores don't only sell Chocolate and Vanilla,
Once in a while, someone comes in and orders Butter Pecan -Ralph Digby

18. And so, I'll follow you through the darkness of this world, no matter the pain,
Because I know that you'll be there to light my way -God Knows

19. Sometimes, people build walls around them to have people knock them down -???

20. Now, you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of! Well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day. -John Silver

Still some more to be found...

Sunday, March 06, 2005
Isaac Matthews at Work

I hate therefore, I still live. I live because my anger and despair deem to keep the blood pumping through my life-giving veins. There is no rest for me in this god-forsaken life. I have no home to call me safe and assured and certainly, no person to love with heart save for the few who endear me with delightful compliments.

There are no stars shining on me, nor any smiles. I am alone as I wander this path which I call life. Life? -no- Life connotes hope and longevity. This, this is suffering. This is the passion of Christ, this the way we walk our lives. We endure our crown of thorns, our vanities. We have our scars from lashings, our past that haunts us. Finally, we have our crosses, the burden of our living. How is it we still suffer while people scorn us, ridicule us, criticize us? Why, for there is hope in the end. Salvation...in death.

We are born alone and die alone yet why is there a need for a human touch? Does it define us or merely anchors us? I wonder. We please our peers to accept us but if the cost should be our individuality, our sacrifice our truths, what becomes of us but a part? Society is a machine that runs on people as fuel, it is merciless as it burns us to power itself, ever hungry for more people to assimilate. So is why we find reasons to hate the world, to hate the people living in it, -even- to hate ourselves.

Yes I hate, if hate was to be a definition. Hate is not object to love, love objects indifference, hate is merely on the other end of the spectrum. I cannot reside being negligent of everything around me because I am human and this is my life, my world. I have always walked alone in this path, forever contemplating this road which leads to my destiny but how often have I stopped to ponder on a scene of violence and malice wreaked upon by my fellow mankind? We kill each other, we rob people of their oppurtunity and for what? Vengeance...Rage...Greed...Ambition...

Hate

If I were alive before I was born, I'd have dreamed of breathing the air of this earth and I livin in gracious melody to the song of tomorrow. But that's not the case. It has always -always- been a lonely path of suffering. I walk my own road to my end and I carry with me, burdens. I wander into the land of shadows in order to see light from within. I may walk and find it then realize the very thing I have been searching for, definition and fulfillment.

Or I can forever wander in the land of shadows. Them haunting me and whispering to me their own tales of sorrow and despair then finally realizing, I -myself- have become part of them. A mere shadow, whispering, in your ear.

Riding the Lightning
12:07 AM

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