The way 2008 was for me |
How to begin when thinking of the past year. It was interesting to say the least. Filled with parties, heart-ache, drama, and of course pain. I endured watching my brother come home from Iraq with the...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Jan 2009 10:58:00 GMT |
The thought process of a girl letting go. |
Edged and smoothThe surface reflectiveRevealing the age in her face.
She cries by herselfWith the thought of loveLingering on her mind.
What was obtainedWas lost with the speedOf a lightning strike.
H...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:49:00 GMT |
I wonder if he remembers |
The words he wrote were face to faceHow do you face someone in this placeDesecration at a peakEverything I've felt to now has beenBeyond just bleakI love when he says he cares about meJust like he sai...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
Death and Love go hand in hand |
Is dead a state of mind? Or an actual tragedy? How do we define tragedy? Society can easily say, "Oh what a tragedy, the death of..." but when it all comes down to it, why is death so bad? Yes, said p...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 07:09:00 GMT |
Inspired by teen-life crisis. How gay right? |
The beauty that is left has been discovered,I saw it in my light,My beauty, My international center,You are the artifact I am so desperate to knowEverything about.An unhealthy fascination in the eyes ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 05:18:00 GMT |
A poem for John |
As the world diesI go on to liveCrying the rainAnd creating the windAn entire oppurtunityLaid to rest at this lastA miscellaneous mistakeThe ones I am apart of diminshI am left here aloneYet I'm happy...
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 21:10:00 GMT |
Love is a war ( not a love blog) |
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Visually a pain, emotionally vain, and violently insane
On the brink of corruption, is the age of inf...
Posted by on Thu, 18 May 2006 21:43:00 GMT |
My friend fabiola is awesome because she.. |
Crazy Jaemi Did go mad Got on My Space Met a lad People told her He was bad Missing was the Heart he had Crazy Jaemi Found a fad Breaking the boy's Legs a tad People wonder Why the cad Drove poor Jaem...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Apr 2006 16:25:00 GMT |
Some new poems |
You're Untitled
There is a deep depth to my trench of deception.A crevice formed after you crushed my lungs.I'm at a loss for airAnd the darkness is creeping upon me.As I watch your face begin to fade...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 16:18:00 GMT |
a new poem |
Seeing The Unseen
Stretching thinner amongst the joy and feeling every ache and groan.The life that I am now living should be that of someone grown.A fear of being unloved and alone is consuming me th...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 21:11:00 GMT |
