*These pictures WERE NOT done by me. I got them off of a website called DeviantArt.com. These pictures are by very talented people that go by the name of Ironshod and ShadowUmbre. You can find their work on said website.*

Wounds

And even though you hurt me,

Here I am once again.

I've told you so many times baby,

I'll always be your friend.

And if only you could've seen,

The wounds I'd try to mend,

You wouldn't have set me free,

You wouldn't have left me to defend.

And I pray that we'll never,

Again have to go through this strife.

And that you will never again sever,

My heart with your cruel knife.

And even though we're back together,

And I once again feel alive,
These wounds will last forever,
And teach me to survive.

So... yea. Julian and I got back together. I'm no longer a mess. :) So that's a good thing. I think I'm going to try to post some of my new poetry on here from now on...

And So...The Race Begins

Coma by Alex Garland was one of the greatest books I've ever read. In it, this guy goes into a coma, and in this dream-like state, he realizes that he is in fact in a coma. His dream guy goes around trying to find something that will wake him up from this state, and after awhile he does.

Now, the purpose of that paragraph. You all dream right? Dreams aren't real right? Well, what if they were real? Your dreams could be another version of you, living in another world that you can access only when you sleep. And the dreams you have are snapshots of what happens in their lives, even the wierd ones. For all we know, the wierd dreams we have could be normal to them. What if everytime you fall asleep, you see another world with another you? Wouldn't that be grand?

Yea, you see what happens when I think?

Ok, so today, I think I'm going to shake it up a bit. Imma post a poem on here today. It's one of my favorites that I've written, and one of the very few good ones.

My Hell

A heartbreak of the worst degree,

My heart he did shatter.

And I only wish that he could see,

All the pieces fall and clatter.

Leaving a hole so huge,

I can feel it in my soul.

And in my heart he did leave,

A big, black, empty hole.

An emptiness eternally there,

A void so large and vast.

To which nothing can compare,

A curse upon me he did cast.

Upon your love,

I'm forced to dwell.

Hi, my name's Kristen,

Welcome to my hell.