FML |
I dont usually do this...
however i guess the board has made its choice
so as the speaker
im here to ask for help
I contain a plethora of greviances and suggestions, wishes and failures, secrets and l...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 08:44:00 GMT |
sunday sunday sundayyy |
im getting a stange feeling in my gutive been so fucked up latley(lately=long time)
and after all that timei have this longing
a longing do to something meaningfula longing to flya longing for longing...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 12:20:00 GMT |
Pacific State |
After 2007 ended, I was left alone to think about whats been going on with my life. Many things have changed very quickly.
I am very grateful for the end of my high school days, but I'm more grateful...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 23:13:00 GMT |
[MY FELLOW SKA KIDS, RUDIES, ETC...] |
Its has come to my attention...after much and steady research, that aside from the basic principals and foundation...no man or woman alive knows how to REALLY skank. Its like "enlightenment". You just...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 16:15:00 GMT |
STOP GENERALITY! |
From now on, (AND THIS GOES FOR EVEYONE I KNOW)...do NOT ask me GENERAL questions. Im not mad, but its TIREING. Things like:How was your day?Hows life?Hows your summer?How is school?**FORGET IT**If yo...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jul 2007 08:56:00 GMT |
Oh me, I'm O.C.D. |
I think I may be O.C.D.
the little things are bothering me
1 lines, 2 lines, 3 lines, 4...
the road has yellow lines galore
Its not enough that I steam the sheets
or arr...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 09:59:00 GMT |
Of Seeds and Time |
Of seeds and time which is on the soil over turned anew
My legs, grasshopper bent, as if to leap into the skys of blue
Warm in my palm, a cute seed
True to itself--its need--to feed
Water and Sun--ele...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 08:55:00 GMT |
Choose to Move |
(Let it be known that the first two stanzas rhyme with each other and NOT within each other--that is the last stanza)
To the world you are a blur
Vivid, beautiful, unique
Around you, my heart is drunk...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:02:00 GMT |
The Value Of Nothing |
I do not value my poetic work
Odd for me--Im slightly conceited
To David Blaine I'd give my work
And he'd hide it where no one could see it
I simply believe I'm not up to par
That others could replace...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 23:09:00 GMT |
The Ride Of Our Lives |
Walking by--a sudden silence--a birth?
Repeating sound--ascension
The clink!--the clank!--metal grooves of motion
Standing still--broken scream--what of its worth?
Repeating sound--motivation!
The shi...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 22:22:00 GMT |
