survey thing. for you for me |
fill this out. yes you. now. now now. or later. but now is better. 1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. Do you have a crush on me? 5. Would you kiss me? 6. Give me a nick...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 03:48:00 PST |
holy paranoia |
Ok so I got this text from my friend telling me to meet her at starbucks that we needed to talk and I'm so paranoid right now that Amanda wants me to meet her there because the police are t...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:35:00 PST |
tips--y |
dude i had all this shit typed but its gone...... wtf sadness
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 01:59:00 PST |
Shangri-La in Ruins |
I destroyI shatter innocenceBehind those eyes No truth liesNo logic remains To pool out the sorrowAs they lay drowning In the scathing lead.Mercury tearsFall from that faceThat face once havingA beaut...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Mon, 28 Nov 2005 07:30:00 PST |
Death of a Disco Dancer |
What life remainsWhen you comeFor meHollow and burningBurning and BruisingI claim I know the other side of despairWhen reallyI'm stuck in twoThe Laughter! The thrill!The childrens voices!What happines...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Wed, 23 Nov 2005 07:18:00 PST |
/fuck Up |
"all ties are cut, goodbye"Were the words she saidBefore she left him thereLeft without a purpose or directionTruly protecting herself from himBefore she herself got hurtThe sorrow felt there, Her wit...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 07:20:00 PST |
into the smoke |
In a cloud of smokeShe loses her self,Her inhibitions."No" it should have been,But again, she falls helpless to her desiresShe's taken by the nightAs the wind whispers softlySweet caresses into her ea...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Tue, 22 Nov 2005 07:17:00 PST |
Gone, Gone, Gone |
The color! The color!They screamed, as they looked into ThoseFaded windowsThat visage,That portrait of a once claimedOnce fulfilledLife in whichSheShe feltShe conqueredShe nowShe downBurning and destr...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Wed, 16 Nov 2005 06:03:00 PST |
Her stratosphere |
Burdensome it seemsThe equation of her passionsThat only in dreams may we get what we such desireBut not we--she. 'Tis always her thats appears to walk the pathThe path wrought and wretched ...
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Fri, 04 Nov 2005 06:29:00 PST |
red red red |
i dyed my hair red to piss my parents off. and because I like the color. heh its insanity. very bright. my dad says its brassy but whatever. i think its hot. sort of. meh yea it is
Posted by *~LoReN~* on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 08:45:00 PST |
