Umm, so I looked over my writings and counted all the ones where I actually die.

If it died  9/28/07

If I squash a bug.
I would keep living.
If I were to die.
The world would keep spinning.
If the world were to stop spinning.
The sun would remain.
If the sun was no more.
Another stays the same.
If all stars were to go, one by one.
Another would replace it as the new world's sun.
If the sun were to die.
The universe would keep going.
If the universe died.
Well then, we're all screwed aren't we?

:D I love what I do.

I'm dead.  8/5/07

Glancing out the window
What do you see?
So many fates hanging by a thread
Is one of them me?
Watch me drop to my knees
Do you see it slowly consuming?
My hands clutching my throat
Can you see my fate looming?
You know what’ll happen.
Has my throat illness spread?
My short life span reveals.
Yes, you know I am dead.

Boredom  7/3/07

Boredom, an evil demon gradually cracking the ones minds. It lurks in your cosncious, slowly consuming, drinking every last drop of life until no more. An intangible creature so horrible feasts most on the youth with a 2 month long holiday we call summer. Growing.. consuming.. conquering.. Crawling out of the pits of hell it takes its victims one by one. Happiness cringes to its feet. Excitement wilts. Love dies. Only the faint rays of fun able to limit its hold over mortals. But fun when lacked soon becomes a meal for boredom. Yellow turning to gray. Soul drained, a girl becomes prey to such a demon. Eyes dull and empty, her last drop of life til death and good allows her a last wish... to write this paragraph as a warning to those future victims of the evil called boredom...

-Raimu-