drama |
and the plot thickens...
Posted by Out of Service on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 11:28:00 PST |
Infatuation vs. Love |
Infatuation is instant desire,one set of glands calling to another.Love is friendship that has caught fire.It takes root and grows,one day at a time.Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity.Yo... Posted by Out of Service on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 11:05:00 PST |
Boyfriend/Girlfriend Application (4shitsngiggles) |
WHOLE NAME?AGE?EYE COLOR?WHERE ARE YOU?HOMETOWN?HOUSE OR APARTMENT?WOULD YOU CALL ME OR DO I HAVE TO CALL YOU?WOULD YOU MAKE THE FIRST MOVE?DO YOU HAVE A CELL PHONE?DO YOU DRINK?DO YOU SMOKE?DO YOU BE... Posted by Out of Service on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 11:17:00 PST |
My New Sleeping Pattern |
I guess you can say, I need the rest
I wake up early, 6 or 7 or so
I know nothings goin on and admire my alone time
my own time
I guess I can get used to this.
Its too easy to climb back into be... Posted by Out of Service on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 03:14:00 PST |
mic and dim lights, pomona ca |
Just a reflection
My mom, Grace, Manny and I went to pomona tonight. We ate at Casa Jimenez. 2 Coronita buckets were ordered. Grace coughed enchiladas and chile relleno on Manny. Then we went to the C... Posted by Out of Service on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 02:19:00 PST |
Glenn Christopher Roybal R I P |
He was amazing. We met my freshman year. He was a junior. his girlfriend didnt last much longer after we met. We were both really rebelious, cutting class to play in the rain. He usually never showed ... Posted by Out of Service on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 03:56:00 PST |
one day |
One dayIt will happenOne day, one dayIt will all come trueOne dayWhen you're readyOne day, one dayWhen you're up to itThe atmosphereWill get lighterAnd two suns readyTo shine just for youI can feel it... Posted by Out of Service on Thu, 09 Mar 2006 10:45:00 PST |
high poetry |
my eyes are heavy my mouth is dry
that bud from humblodt gets me real high
we cruise the earth inhale the sky
live our lives one day we'll die Posted by Out of Service on Thu, 23 Feb 2006 06:00:00 PST |
poem for him |
IN LIES,
I BELEIVED YOU WANTED ME.
YOUR EYES,
I BELIVED DIDN'T SEE
THE SKIES
BENEATH THIS CANOPY
OF CRIES
FOR TRUE SECURITY
THAT DIES
WITH IMAGINARY
EXCERSIZE
THAT BRINGS YOU CLOSE TO ME.
THES... Posted by Out of Service on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 04:19:00 PST |