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Location: wouldnt you..., like to know?, United States

im a home-cooked girl if ya know what i mean.. and if ya dont then that means i like the simple life.. i like small towns and a few close friends rather than huge cities and lots of ppl i hardly know. i love God, family, friends, and pets. in no particular order. i have a serious side but i know when to be funny most of the time.. but like everyone im not perfect... and i dont try to be. hope this helps. the answer to the question "do u think that forks evolved from spoons?" is here cuz there wasnt enough room down there: yes.. i think that people were sick of trying to stab their solid food with a spoon to eat it so they developed the fork. but then where did the spoon come from? it would only be logical that they originally used sticks which made them contemplate forks, but the forks couldnt cut the food, so they made knives, but they couldnt drink liquid with those 2 items so they made the spoon, but then what if their hands were what made them think to make spoons? then you must consider, their teeth may have been the true inspiration.. maybe they were sick of cutting meat with their teeth and developed the knife fist?

Friday, April 27, 2007

Strangled Love


My Strangled love
it suffers so
i feel so lost
where will i go?

youve a kind heart
youve a warm smile
they only last
so short a while.

The midnight sky
so cold and dark
as i await
your warm remark.

I feel as though
a wire wraps
around my heart
creating gaps.

The holes, they fill
with pain so deep
that yet again
my eyes, they weep.

My love, so strong
outstretched to you
but walls obscure
my mood turns blue.

A waterfall
so tall and clear
falls from my eyes
throughout the year.

The seasons change
the days go by
for you i yearn
but still i sigh.

The time, unwilling
to change its pace
so childhood
im forced to face.

The time when laws
and rules forbode
me to carry
so great a load.

Which is a burden?
What one is worse?
the pain of love,
or my silent curse?

I call your name
my voice so loud
but always lost
within the crowd.

My strangled love
is lost again
so now ill try
to use my pen.

My words may never
reach your ears
but at least they'll last
throughout the years.

When not a child
maybe someday
ill come to you
ill smile and say:

Although unknown,
you made me cry,
i felt a pain
that made me sigh

I felt so lost
there i waited
for my heart to
be ungated.

I loved you then
and always will
so hold me tight,
dont let me chill.

So will you let
my love strangle?
let my heart from
your hand dangle?

I need a cure
for strangled love.
a cure from you,
from up above.


Crystal Kerr
12-19-05
DED2DJ

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