My Drinking Style/Alcoholoscope... |
PISCES: Drinking style: If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign -- and an addictive personality -- with Liz Taylor, Liza Minelli and Kurt Cobain. Not only do Pisces lik... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Change is Good... |
Tired of being strong....I can't live like this anymore.
I need to be free of the damnations I condemn myself too.
No more irritation and despair...No more looking as if someone's there.
There is n... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Quote... |
Happiness is inward and not outward; and so it does not depend on what we have, but on what we are.
(Henry Van Dyke) Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
My Element... |
Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered,powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see,being fire you are quite strong and powerful,people look up to you greatly and often seekyour protection. You hav... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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Teamed with anxiety, fear and despise,all entrapped and imprissoned behind tearful eyes.My heart now swollen, full and about to burst,I can not be with the girl I care about,I feel as if I am cursed.I... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Forged... |
Feelings and sufferings sometimes enduredall coaxed out some how by a hateful lurepainful stabbings into my already weak hearttwisted and wreched about to fall apartstabbing myself at night just to fa... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
My Poem.... |
This is something that I wrote on 11/14/00. It's in response to my heart being ripped out by a girl.
"Afraid To Fade..."
Living my life, happy and free
Not afraid of anything, my future I see.... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Alcohol Is My Weapon Of Choice... |
Alcohol Is My Weapon Of Choice... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
To A Keeper... |
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, reheating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd al... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Dumb Little Poem... |
I check my cell every minute,
to see the messages I have within it,
hoping to find,
a message inside,
where and when we're gonna kick it.
Good Night,
Sleep Tight,
Don't let the scary things b... Posted by Brandon on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |