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A story of true love

thedyingpunk
thedyingpunk Jun 18, 2007

hey people i had a dream bout this last night so i decided to write it down, its a story about truely loving some1 and in the end paying the ultimate sacrifice.

 

Bobby and Tash had been best friend right from the start growing up next door to each other for as long as they could rember. they did everything together, share their first hug, their first kiss, thier first loss... so no1 was suprised when they started going out in the first year of high school, and everyone thought they were perfect for each other. a few years later Bobby's father died. this really hit Bobby hard and he started to go off the tracks, nothing to serious just taking drugs every now and then. but as time went on he only got worse drunken assults on random people walking down the street, breaking and entering things like that. but through all this Tash stood by him and refused to give up on him she could see that he was still good and was just angry at the world. sure they had the occasinal fight but nothing that lasted for more then five minutes. in the end the school decided to kick him out because of all the stuff he was doing. TAsh didn't really hear from him for a few days later until out of the blue he rocked up at school on a stolen Motorbike and told Tash to get on. Tash being so happy to see him got on without even bothering to ask him where he got the bike from, as they were riding down one of the back streets Bobby opened the bike right up taking it to max. but as he tried to slow down the bike wasn't slowing in the least. knowing that the brake line was snapped he didn't want to alarm Tash so he asked her if she loved him, his voice barly making it out his voice was so choked with love and sorrow because he knew that there was only one way that this bike was stopping, Tash replying that of course she loved him clearly enjoying the ride completly unaware that there was something wrong. Bobby then said take my helmet and but it on his voice was barly heard over the rush of the wind and roar of the engine but Tash did as he asked. Bobby then said i love you so much tears running down his cheeks bluring his vision, i need u to put my jacket on alright. Tash starting to relise that something was wrong took his jacket of his shoulders and slipped it on. as she put it on she felt something inside of the pocket and when she pulled it out she saw that it was a ring with a single dimond set in the top of it. tears began to stream down her face as she slipped it over her finger a perfect fit. i love you so so much she heard bobby say, his body being  racked with sobs. this was to be the last thing she ever heard him say because at that moment a drunk driver ran the red light slamming into the side of the bike Tash woke up in the hospital 5 days later Bobbys bodie being buried already and the drunk driver still on the run. life for Tash was never the same after that. every where she looked she say bobby she had lost her only love and he had given his life for her, 12 months to the day her mother walked into her room to wake her up and say her hanging in the middle of the room from a noose made out of the bed sheets. the police couldn't find anything except for a single sentence written on the mirror. I'm coming to you my love.

thats my story tell me what u think of it.

My Theory

thedyingpunk
thedyingpunk May 14, 2007

I've been sitting here for like the past like wot seems forever and I've come up with a theory to do with the whole life and death thing.

it goes like this.. 

Everyone is dead, that isn't to say that we weren't alive at one stage.

what i mean by that is that is that what we are experincing now is in fact our brains version of shutting down for the final time.

so our memories are just play one last time its almost as if we live twice but only truly experience it once.

dejaveu is simply our memories relapsing or skipping ahead of its self before relizing wot its doing and finding the right place again.

but yeah i dunno tell me wot u think of it.

I WONDER

thedyingpunk
thedyingpunk May 07, 2007

Do you know what its like

To love someone and to be hated in return

Do you know what its like

To have a hole ripped into your chest

Do you know what its like

To put a noose around your neck

Do you know what its like

To jump

Memento

thedyingpunk
thedyingpunk May 06, 2007

Memento.

 

Did you ever truly care

What happened to my soul

I wonder as I lay upon the grassy knoll

Looking across this resting place

 

DO you remember? It’s the place we used to go

Before the accident… before you died

I guess its still really hard for me to say

You dead it just doesn’t feel right

 

I think of your beauty

And of all the things unsaid

As I tie the noose on our old oak

 

Ha Ha, yeah its still standing

The rope matches the bark

 

Do you remember? It is the one we used to tie up your dog

Don’t worry she’s safe, I left her with your mum

 

As I grab the chair, I see our engagement rings

Laying together in the dust of the old car

 

We were going to get married in a big church

Do you remember that??

Maybe we still can…

Somehow in another time, in another place

 

I slip the noose over my head

And tip the chair

 

My feet start kicking

As if trying to find something

But I know they will find nothing

 

When my feet stop kicking

I see the ducks landing on the water

And smile at their beauty

As I close my eyes for the last time.

 

The End.

 

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thedyingpunk
  • Griffith NSW, AU
  • 21 Male, Sagittarius
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  • Member Since: 2007-04-25
  • Relationship Status: committed
  • Orientation: Straight
  • Religion: Atheist
  • Drink: Yes
  • Smoke: Yes
  • Children: Someday
  • Education: High School
  • Occupation: bum

About Me:

IM WOT PPL CALL A FUCK UP KID AND I GUESS THAT NTHINGS GONNA CHANGE IN THE NEAR FUTURE... MY DAD IS A DRUG FUCKD DEALER/JUNKIE AND MY MOM IS A COP/SOLDIER...WOT THE FUCK NO WONDER THE SPLIT WHEN I WAS LITTLE...NO IM LIVIN ALL ON MY LONESOME...BOO FUCKIN HOO...SOZ PPLP IM JUST A BIT STRESSED 2DAY...BUT YEA IM 17 6FT AND I REALLY DNT KNO WOT ELSE 2 SAY IN THIS SHIT SO IM GOIN 2 SLEEP

Interests:

drinking, riding, drinking while riding, chillin, scarification and tattoos, meetin new people while drunk at parties, throwin parties, listenin to music...

Favorite Music:

the used, fall out boy, old greenday, deathstar, malilyn manson, linkin park, papa roach, atreyu, saosin, endwell, silverstein, block party

Favorite Movies:

the night flier, elephant, saw 1 2 3, not another teen movie, 13, the shining, ghost ship, the hills have eyes, just about any zombie movie, the brotherhood of the wolf, the lost boys

Favorite TV Shows:

daria, family guy, south park, my so called life, scrubs, invader zim