tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-279962072011-04-21T16:25:33.834-07:00dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996207.post-1147804448258421752006-05-16T11:32:00.000-07:002006-05-16T11:34:08.260-07:00<span style="color:#3366ff;">just a few of my favorite QUOTES!! :)</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">“It is better to be hated for what you are, </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">than to be loved for who you aren’t.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">“Be yourself. </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Don’t take anyone’s shit,</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> and never let them take you alive!”</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">“Is this hell, </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">or is this a test</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> to see if we are worthy enough</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> for something better?”</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">“It doesn’t matter what you did in the past, </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">it matters what you are going to do in the future.”</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996207-114780444825842175?l=my-tortured-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996207.post-1147804271851949722006-05-16T11:28:00.000-07:002006-05-16T11:31:11.853-07:00A video to really enjoy!<br />a must see!!<br />tell me if you like it!<br />TORI<br />Just click on the picture below and it shall take you there (to see it)!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.zippyvideos.com/5909219023197976/me_again/">http://www.zippyvideos.com/5909219023197976/me_again/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996207-114780427185194972?l=my-tortured-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996207.post-1147803995173433242006-05-16T11:22:00.000-07:002006-05-16T11:26:35.196-07:00<span style="color:#999999;">GHOST OF YOU.... </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I never, said I'd lie and wait forever </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">If I died we'd be together now </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I can't always just forget her </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">But she could try </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At the end of the world </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Or the last thing I see </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">You are </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Could I? </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Should I? </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the things that you never ever told me </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the smiles that are ever ever...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Ever...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Get the feeling that you're never</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">All alone and I remember now</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">She dies!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At the end of the world</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Or the last thing I see</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">You are</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Could I?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Should I?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the things that you never ever told me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Could I?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Should I?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">If I fall...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">If I fall...</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Down</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At the end of the world</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Or the last thing I see</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">You are</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the things that you never ever told me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Never coming home</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Could I....</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Should I?!?!?!?!</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">For all the ghosts that are never gonna.....</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">-Gerard</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996207-114780399517343324?l=my-tortured-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996207.post-1147799833454179162006-05-16T09:51:00.000-07:002006-05-17T11:48:46.696-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Same Here" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Deep in the midths of her thoughts</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">trying to make sense of things.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">She stares at her reflection</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">stuggling to figure out what was wrong.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The bathroom, a comfortable place.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Siting alone on his bed</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">trying to think of what he'd said.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He stares at the ceiling</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">stuggling to figure out his feelings.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">the bedroom, a comfortable place.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Looking down into the water</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">walking through her thoughts</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">watching the ripples in the sink.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No one would care</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">she thought.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Stepping onto the floor</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">walking through his thoughts</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">turning the music up loud. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No one would hear</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">he thought.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Opening the medicine cabinet</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">she examines the contents.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Eyeing her best friend</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">going back a few years.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's small, but meaningful.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Opening the over-stuffed drawer</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">looking for his gift.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The memories of a single object</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">passed down to him.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's unique, but meaningful.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Probably bought at the dollar store</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">simple but effective.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">She turns over to the tub</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">standing over the ledge.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">She looks down.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Given as a birthday gift</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">unique handle carvings.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He walks over to the bathroom</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">turns on the light.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He walks in.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">She stops, thinking</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">steps into the tub</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">sitting there, fully dressed.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">She plugs the drain</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">turns on the water.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He turns, closing the door</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">walks over to the tub</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">turning on the water.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He plugs up the drain</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">stepping into the water.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Thinking, why?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Craddling her best friend.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's time.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The tub flowing over.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The water changes color.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Thinking, how?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Gripping his airloom.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's time.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The tub flowing over.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The water changes color.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">A while later they retuen.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No one in sight.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">They stop, listen.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Taking another bath maybe.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Soon after he returns.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Work day over, no one around.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He hears the music turned up loud.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Upset again? Now what?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">They walk in the house</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">calling her name.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Walking into the hall.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">They look down...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He yells to him</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">'Turn the music down!'</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Walking toward his room</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">he looks down...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Walking to the bathroom</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">calling her name.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No Answer.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Stomping to the bathroom</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">yelling his name.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No Answer.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">They open the door...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">He opens the door...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /></span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I knew him little</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">he was a good kid."</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I met her once</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">very polite girl."</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"What happened?"</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Same here."</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I'm sorry!"</span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996207-114779983345417916?l=my-tortured-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27996207.post-1147718807461017162006-05-15T11:44:00.000-07:002006-05-15T11:46:47.470-07:00<span style="color:#33cc00;">MAKING NEW FRIENDS..... </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">There is this guy that I am friends with at school right!?!he is a really cool person, I think. I don’t know what it is about him, he is really quiet, but he’s fun. One of my good friends likes him a lot, but they don’t know each other. They don’t even know OF each other. I like him, he’s cool. I like making him smile. It’s cute! It was funny, I didn’t know who the hell he was, I just went over and started talking to him. He was sitting alone after school one day, and I thought, what the heck. So I went over and made him get chocolate with me and another friend of mine. Oh, wait... I talked to him the day before that. Ok, it was actually pretty funny. He was outside waiting for his ride, Theresa and I were outside being pests as usual. I told her that she should come to my house. Then I turned to him and said that he should come over too. Yea, it probably sounds stupid, but it was kinda funny! But yea, he is a really fun guy. I like who he is, quiet or not. Now everyone, SMILE :) !!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27996207-114771880746101716?l=my-tortured-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dark_tortured_soulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09225719686195371803noreply@blogger.com0