que bonito es el |
most of you peeps who know me, will know that one of the best people in the world, Julia, left to go back to spain a few weeks back.
id spent most every day with her for the months leding up to it and...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Jul 2006 09:17:00 GMT |
another poem |
been a wile since i put a poem on here hasn't it!hope you like it!!let me know!xx
i think id like the whole wide worldto leave me here to be,sitting here with all my thoughts,in scilence with m...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 09:28:00 GMT |
thank you essex! |
im off again!i feel a lot better about stuff from having some really good chats with some very important people to me.thankyou all for the use of your ears for a good old bending and for your words, w...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 02:40:00 GMT |
xxxxxxxxxx |
your head hurts
mine does not
thats coz mine is full of sun beams
and yours is full of snot.
i love the worldxx
Posted by on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 11:41:00 GMT |
if you read this you smell. |
so soon il be gone.
too soon?
not a chance.
i wish id left sooner,
when life was peachy.
leaving nice memories
of nice times
of nice people
of warm embraces
of soft lips
of tender skin
of touching fee...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Sep 2005 06:32:00 GMT |
hate not smiling.no need for it.think i need a joint. |
just a poem i wrote a wile ago that i thought id show at people.was just thinking about it this eve.its a bit pansy girly style but it means a bit to me so i guess im a pansy girl.
i dont think it has...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
not fin |
everything is about to get really shit.
its never simple,why cant everything just be simple,why cant everyone just be simple.my heads not built for this stuff,it doesn't know what to do.it twists and ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
sad day |
this isn't a poem or out, im just feeling sad and thought this might cheer me up.
i dont know why im sad.it seems really silly.so much stuff in my life is sooooo kick ass, that it should just blow all...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
my 110th poem |
i can hear birds singing
gone eleven at night
sitting at the bus stop
hiding from the light
theres not a cock insight
no chavs that wanna have a fight
and every soul whos floated past
has been,...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
everythings fantastic |
everythings fantastic
like socks that have elastic
im not too sure on plastic
when i find it in my gear
dont like when things get drastic
my brain goes all like mastic
i act like im a spastic
...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
