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About Me

Markie aka LiL scrappy.
Small but deadly.
I was Born and raised in Brooklyn New York...
Lived there till I was 18 years old...
then moved onto bigger things......turned out...the bigger things...hurt more when they break your heart...thanks bunches!!!! aim sn~ sc2scrappy hit me up!!!

My heart bleeds no more; now, it's been turned to stone. Your stomach feels sick for someone else. I've broken both my legs falling for you. Drag me on the ground. Powerless I stand, tarnished blade, cutting through, pushed into my vein. Blood still stains my hands. Sharpening my sense of pain outside, my heart bleeds no more. Killing everything off inside. Make sense of everything you tried to hide, hide from me. My heart bleeds no more; now, it's been turned to stone. My stomach feels sore from cutting up. I ruined all my sanctity for you. Smash me on the ground. I wanted to convince myself there's nothing else to do. I wanted to. Provide you with proof of what you put me through. I wanted to. Pretend that I was you. Killing everything off inside. Make sense of everything you tried to hide, hide from me. My heart bleeds no more; now, it's been turned to stone. Your stomach feels sick for someone else. I've broken both my legs falling for you. Smash me on the ground.
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My Blog

just when you think....

days after thanksgiving and to be honest with you....there really isnt much to give thanks about.... i have lost the only thing that was ever important to me...and its been 4 months with no call from ...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 18:02:00 GMT

More stuff i wrote

The disease that infects the liner of our great country Intraveninusly creeps in our childrens bloodstreams.And suddenly we have no identityAmerica....give me your tired your poor..the sewage we call ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 16:22:00 GMT

out look (look out)

as i sit myspacing before i even brush my teeth (another wonderful habit introduced by this insecure unbalanced world of ours) i think....no i wonder...how can someone be with another person for soooo...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 10:14:00 GMT

i love how......

...its sooooooo cool to be a rockstar now..lol....... ahhhhh aint life grand... posers........BE OUTTIE
Posted by on Thu, 31 May 2007 16:31:00 GMT

please watch..funny as hell


Posted by on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 02:22:00 GMT

more poems

how can you live with knowing you have done your dreams become nightmares which eat at your causing relentless emotional damage you awake and the person who corrupts my sleeping area is a strange...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 19:02:00 GMT

poetry

the strangest times usually become the worst of times lies seep through your extierior and surface through pores in your skin you omit falseness your forked tongue spews jagged words which form to r...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 18:57:00 GMT

family...strangers???

    If you disect the word family...its not the same anymore...it doesnt carry the authentic, down south southern vibe it used to...when you heard family you thought cookouts, good old ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Mar 2007 14:10:00 GMT

people who lie.....suck

whats is it with the absolute dire need to lie....i mean...it just prolongs a process that either you want prolonged or not....it really makes no sense to me...you like me ...you dont like me...you wa...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Mar 2007 16:10:00 GMT

word

I'm trynna stay strong I don't wanna crack But I need her and she told me I'm gunna want her back Shoulda believed her Now I'm wishing I could throw me back To that exact spot where we found L-O-V-E a...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 01:04:00 GMT