I'm just me and even I don't know what's happening to my life yet so how could you know? You don't? Oh ya... That's what I thought
"and how long have you been sleeping with mrs. Windam?" "three months." "and your boyfriend's name is?" "chuck." "..." "wait no i missunderstood i thought you said friend.
My words portray every thought that i have. Show them in color or in black and white. And show the experiences ive had. Spoken words are hard but easy to write. Not only poems but songs and books too.
I always hear people talking about everyone theyve lost. Ive lost a lot of people mentally and even physically but only three people in my life have actually died. The first were my great granparents.
. Sometimes i feel like i should run away. All i ever seem to do is hurt people. I never help them. They might be happier without me. I know they love me.
And so i run. I run from you. I run from hatred. I run from my life. But i cannot run forever. I will tire and fall. And i wont get back up. I will stay there where i lay, crumpled and alone.
Im flying. Soring. No one can touch me. Accept you. Youre a giant. You pull at my feet and throw me to the ground. I cannot get up. Im crumpled at your feet. Begging you to let me soar again.
So i dont have many followers but whatever and anyone of y followers probably thinks im all sad and whiney ALL THE TIME but im not.
Dogs are chasing the car... Pipers driving... And we are in toad suck.
Come Take my hand. Help me understand. Who you really are. Be with me. Let me see. How we are so far. My words were soft. And planned and thought. Before they slipped out. But you didn't hear.
"mommy I'm scared" The little girl said Sat up real quick And ran from her bed Off to her mother room That little girl went She cried when she saw Blood dripping from the vent A bang and a...
Please remember me I need you to know about how I feel and about what I feel. Even I don't know what I feel but it's something. Please please please stop this. Stop all of it for the sake of everyone.
There once was a man named hurue His best friend was a left shoe But then one night The left found the right And now hurue is blue.
I remember once I asked my mother about my grandfather. I was probably about seven. I asked her "so how did my grandpa die?" and I don't remember her answer.
My life has been so weird lately. I have been so different from my usual self. It usually takes a lot to make me actually sad but lately just a sad song can make me start crying. It's so weird.
Goodbye then hello. Just make up your mind. And talk to some one. Other than your own kind. I'm different from you. But opposites attract. You just keep leaving. And then coming back.
See what I'm like. Take me apart. Look at my life. And the contents of my heart. Remember them well. And font forget me. Don't let me become. Another fish in the sea. The details dead Watson.
I feel really guilty about something but I can't tell people cuz I promise I wouldn't and it's not like it's gonna hurt anyone's feeling but but it will ruin my friendship with someone I have known...
I don't like how this thing shows you where I posted something. It makes me feel like I'm vein stalkedd. I'm over here yelling at that little blue border "hey. Hey you.
"a day without the sun is like, you know, night." -Steve Martin.
"this is Damien. He's almost to gay to function." "four for you glen coco. You go glen coco.
Forces push everyone. All of them are real. But some are invisible. Everyone knows about gravity. It keeps our feet on the ground. It makes the rain fall. It keeps everything in place.
I'm taking charge. Don't try to stop me. Our old leader's work. Was just so sloppy. He was horrible and weak. But I'm better than that. And I'll run over my competition. And make them lie flat.
Complaining complaining. It's a dead mans game. And sitting and whining. Is how you have to play. Come sit by me. And see the world. From the way I do. And don't say a word.
Thus far. My life is bland. Thus far. I have only to stand. Thus far. I'm tired and bored. Thus far. My thought have been only stored. This far. I havent spoken my mind. Thus far.
Why does no one understand. I don't always get what I want. Do I want to never be able to see my best friend. No. Do I want to hear my sister and my parents having screaming matches at night. No.
Sometimes other poeoples lives are really sad an tragic and I want to cry for them but somehow they manage to stand right back up and not only walk forward but full on sprint towards the rest of...
Don't worry your mind. With the problems of old. For things do dead. Don't even need to be told. Unless you need me. It's about time I go. But don't try to come. For you needn't follow.
Live your life. One day at a time. For tomorrow may not come. And don't be afraid. For your debt will be paid. And your scores will be settled with some. And when all that's left Of this.
He told me he loves me. He told me he cares. But after a while. He wasn't even there. When I needed him most. He left me in the dust. And forgetting my feelings. Is really a must.
I cried and I cried. But you left me standing there. I was under the illusion. That you really did care. But I guess I was wrong. Because you obviously lied. And when I figured that out.
The loving of love isn't like the living of life because the living of life is a necessary thing and the loving of love is an illusion..
She lives her life. Alive and well. With so many secrets. She cannot tell. They weigh her down. And break her back. And laugh when her sight. Fades to black. Living in her world.