stir |
i really feeeeeeel like writing something good.or just somethingman and i sure have the right music playing....the feelings all inside are just stirringto bad i can't get it all out.heck i don't even ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 21:26:00 GMT |
decisions decisions |
i wonder often these days why life is so hard. not even the physical hardness.the emotional and mentalall the decisions are over whelming. you make a few and all of a sudden your life is spiraling out...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Sep 2006 13:02:00 GMT |
i am a whore i do confess |
i would give anything for you, but not You. though i like to think i would.but i don'twhy must it burn so deep, so strong.i am a whore i do confess
Posted by on Fri, 05 May 2006 23:46:00 GMT |
money money money |
I want money. i want lots and lots of it. That is one reason the fire inside me to "start something" is there. Do i make and design t-shirts, ya i do, and not that i don't have a passion for it and th...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 11:03:00 GMT |
time |
why must these days be so long, why must the nights be neverending?the days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, which turn to years.then i sit and say:why must the years go so quick?they slip thr...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jan 2006 04:38:00 GMT |
save your time |
oh how im tempted to spill all for the world to see. why is that?oh how im also tempted to sit here for hours to pop out an artsy beautiful story of the sort. not gunna happen either. either way i hea...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Dec 2005 01:22:00 GMT |
home |
i want a hug. i need a hug. a nice loving, warm, friendly, comforting, tight hug. a hug that feels like home. one just doesnt seem like it would be enough. i would probably need one of you to go with ...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Feb 2005 02:09:00 GMT |
favorites |
crying and laughing are the two best feeling, most amazing, beautiful, extraordinary emotion expressions ever
thank you God
Posted by on Thu, 10 Feb 2005 12:42:00 GMT |
the places i hate to hate for they do so much good |
I hate the places, I really do. I cant stand to be in them, let alone walk into them. Though at the same time how can I hate them, they save people. As soon as the door slides open Im hit with a rush...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Feb 2005 00:51:00 GMT |
could be |
she could be anyone, anywhere, otherside of the world, twenty feet away. a girl i walked by on the street. a girl inside. the girl who directed me to aisle 6, right hand side near the end past the oat...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Feb 2005 12:58:00 GMT |
