poem |
As he lay down all the thoughts racing in the mind he grasps a book and browse threw the pages the book is empty! He tries to fill it with paragraphs, but he can't. He tries ...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Sat, 21 Apr 2007 10:37:00 PST |
my friend |
I got a friend he so nice to me I love him he is so nice to me with out him I can't live, he is a part of me, he is sad or mad, some times wants to die. But I still love him I want him to be happy I w...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 07:25:00 PST |
Nightmare |
The things that stocks him, night and day its all these voices in his head, and around him Scary; but true. Fight them the more he does the sand titans on his neck getting stronger. Try to fight it, ...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 08:39:00 PST |
Return into the dark room |
I am who I am; I cant change it for nothing& living a life of depression had its toll on him, the man with the darkest heart, his tortured soul. His frustration runs threw his vain as poison, turning...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Thu, 19 Jan 2006 10:56:00 PST |
the dark room |
This man I knew was trapped in a room the walls were black and dark he couldnt see anything until one day he saw a ray of light, slowly the light shined onto his green eyes, his eyes was so used to d...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Tue, 08 Nov 2005 05:53:00 PST |
my Fucked up life |
I would like to post my view on life, by using this blog. I was very closed minded as a child; I had so much hate in my heart. I Hated Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Jews, Christians, and specially GAY, L...
Posted by Nightmare on Yazelm St on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 05:25:00 PST |
