giberish venting |
ok, me and my friend jackie were conversing and it is apperent that yeah im bitter and im not changing any time soon and dont think im just a sore loser there are many people that have contributed the...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Jul 2009 20:32:00 GMT |
2nd short story 4 writing |
Every summer I go to ..Puerto Rico.. to spend the break with my dad. About two years back I went with my sister ..Michelle.., the pot head, and her daughter, my niece Shayna, one of the most annoying ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:38:00 GMT |
short story 4 writing |
I woke to the sound of someone puking, and youd think Id be used to it by now but todays circumstances were unique. You see Im a nurse at a rehabilitation center, I work mostly with heroin addicts...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:32:00 GMT |
to the nunery |
just hopeless
blah blah blah blah
night mother fucker
not like youll look
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 23:04:00 GMT |
ex. 1 |
You have no idea how much I hate you you'll probably never get this but it helps to express. A wise woman once said that there's a thin line between love and hate well the gray is over and black resid...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 05:28:00 GMT |
down into the world of degrigation |
eating my words, but small ideas might still hold true
lets just keep sinking for day one
stuck in the tar, is my savior here?
helped me pull myself out
theres a warmth in the filth though, cold now
...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Nov 2008 00:14:00 GMT |
dont tell |
its horrable and lovely
its rough and tender
its bussiness and pleasure
its wrong and right
im a whore and a godess
im disapointed and satisfied
im suprized and at peace
im over bearing and weak
hes n...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 20:18:00 GMT |
love? |
it feels strange to be doing something so grown up, something new, something youve seen but never felt... but with that unsetaling feeling comes with it more than fear and guilt, because behind the ev...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 03:03:00 GMT |
stupid |
you know forevers a long time, and i see people...no children saying words that are feelings, truths in a moment but still just fleeting urges...
i am witness to these self proclamed l...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 03:03:00 GMT |
him |
lips rushed red..
eyes whispering
humming moans with a romantic melody
it makes me laugh, it makes him blush
arms hold heavy
fingertips brushing
making first movments, akwardly emotioned
i...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 03:02:00 GMT |
