| Registered: | Mar 9, 2003 10:28 PM |
| ID: | 160 |
| Title: | User |
| Name: | Ryan Hatt |
| Gender: | Male |
| Eem: | 12,357,778 |
| Pet choice: | Liberate |
| eeMail: | Send eeMail |
| Forum posts: | Forum posts |
| Achievements: | Member, CJ Worshipping |
| Pets: | Apollo, CJRocks, TapeWormy, DEMON BUNNAH, Gallery Of Stuff, CJ Shop Owner, Nigal, Chlorine |
| Shops: | Ryan's Shop, CJ Collection, Gallery Of Gifts, Safekeeping, Strawhert Central |
| Last seen: | 7 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 39 minutes ago |
 Personal Profile Name: Ryan Hatt Age: 28 Memories -Getting Strawhert Collar at excactly midnight between July 30-31, 2003 -Winning Stone Of Luck on July 31, 2003 -Winning first in liz's Smiley Story Contest Items I Suggested -Night Bed  Goth Boy (Smiley Store by Ryan) A  boy was walking, he saw a girl, but she was an  , the boy knew all his friends would make fun of his and call him a prep if he was seen with the girl, the looked over and saw the boy looking at her, boy was so  ! The girl gave the boy a sweet  and trotted off, the boy called for his  and told him EVERYTHING about him and the girl.The next day the boy saw the girl walker her  , as they walked the boy listened to every crinkle the girl made as she walked across the lawn on the  s! The boy built up the courage and said Hi to the girl, the girl looked at him and moved boy's hair over a little, boy got nervous and said hastily, "Would you like to go to the movies with me sometime?", the boy  at the girl, she replied Yes! The boy called his and introduced him, the girl loved the boy stayed but he discovered girl was really a girl!!! He was so happy! They got married  You..are definitely not a smile.In fact,if i asked you to smile you'd probably punch me in the face.You're angry and bitter about something,but no one knows what because you get violent when people ask questions.Sheesh.  You represent... angst. You have an extremely cynical outlook on just about everything. It's okay to sulk and be depressed, but life is short, and you only get one. It's only what you make it, and only you can make it improve.              is GODMy Poetry Your Fault I take a breath And grab the knife Only wanting To end my life It seems too hard To carry on and cope I can't go on There is no hope I was put on this earth For no reason at all All I do Is contine to fall So this is the end Life has come to a halt I just want you to know That it's all your fault. Trapped I feel trapped In an endless cage of torture No one is there No one to care These bars are tight They hold me in They keep out love and happiness With only hatred within All the sadness all the hate this cage is its home It is my home too I live alone Not having love No one cares for me The hatred I feel Despair and sadness Swirling Twirling In this cage of doubt Will I ever be free I often ask Will the sun shine through these rusted bars Will love come in Will the happiness appear Will this darkness be overcome with light? Trapped... Perish In Hell Death is following me Its dark black shadow It gets closer each day Waiting Until it will cover me My body My soul It watches for when I sleep And than it enters my head I see the death Sadness Hate And all I see is darkness The shadow of it all It never fades Anytime Anyday As when I look behind me And I see it lurking there I wish it could over take me Take me from this pain Defeat the world of suffer End all the misery Death Death is nearing around the corner I feel it soon I feel its pain I see the shadow of the demon getting ready to pull me in I jump than wait I want to go take me death take me now I can't live here much longer struggling its too much take me with you death you are truly beautiful, please take me out of this world Dark Demons Darkness Hatred All around Everyone is Evil Deadly Struggling to survive This world Filled with Misery Loss And Blackness Impossibilities Become possible The possible Die with dreams As you look Look for light You are stopped By the darkness The demons The anger builds Hatred comes They want your death To come near They hate you Decieve you Want your soul Ending this world For you Is there goal.... Kill Me Now I want to die Kill me now Burn me Sell my soul Out on the street Take the knife slice my wrist the pain is gone I am gone Darkness is here Overwhelming It pulls in my soul It feeds on it Feeds on the anger Misery Hate Kill me now Slash me Into tiny peices Devour me In a painful manner This hate is building End it now Just kill me Kill me now... Syringe Of Pain Syringe of pain Needle of death Coming and stabbing The blood that leaks Death is near Death must follow Injecting this fluid Going in deep Burning the skin Peircing the veins Killing so fast The pleasure Stabbing Poking And Proding..... Satan's Grip The pain the suffer Reaching out Pulling Closer in I move I try to run The grip is to hard I hear the voice Voice of death I try to block it out of my mind But now I find It's in my head I try to convince myself its just a dream but it seems so real I try to awake but I just can't I know now This dream is real The voice gets louder The pain more intense The hands gripping Tighter and Tighter I can't resist The dark red face Appears from the fog It speak with remorse With a deep Hating Voice it speaks It tells it is My time to go I try to get away Now gripping tighter It pulls me Pulls me into the fog I scream one last scream And try to run one last time... Frozen In Time I take a picture Frozen in time When it developes I see it all The way back Covered in white I see the truth I feel the bite Someone was there Someone hid Looking closer It becomes clear It is the one The one from my dreams He haunts them every night I sit there wondering How is it real The dream is there But I see it Frozen in time Which make me think Is it a dream Those nights I wait Scared to sleep It occurs to me now That this picture Tells me that this Haunter of dreams is real Following me Wherever I go It wants to take me Eat my soul I must wait Wait it out I can't avoid it I sit here Wondering When will it take me Away from it all As I stare at the Photograph Frozen In Time Trickle Of Blood I feel the knife Peircing my skin Running slowly Runny deeply The soft tingle Of the trickle of blood Completing my need For pain The blood is coming More at a time The little trickle Has now bled more Wetting my arm With this warm Wet blood Trickles now from Branching off The pain is to enjoy Satisfy the hurt Of my heart Mending the harm Emotionally done Killing my hoped Defeating my dreams With one single Trickle of blood | |