An ode to the old. |
Age, rushed upon you in the blink of an eye, and it shows. Your nails are broken and raw with despair as you so pathetically struggle to hold on to what miniscule youth your senile, decaying memory ba...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 10:44:00 PST |
would you.. |
rather be on the good side with the wrong people.
or
the wrong side with good people?
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 09:06:00 PST |
Kids say the darndest things |
Live, Die. Calm down under toe.
When the wind screams, the house shakes.
Tommorrow is there not time.
Need not worry if we were to see the day,
When time.. peace, by piece the world
Fall ben...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 09:29:00 PST |
my laughable surveyed self |
My hidden talent is: Not burping thats for sure
The nickname my friends have for me is: Anakin/sabs/B
The funniest walk-of-shame outfit i've worn was: No shame no game
My favorite item of clothing is:...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Tue, 26 Sep 2006 06:02:00 PST |
Oh life. lol, no but seriously though- |
Oh life, lol. no but seriously though.
Though, true it is that i often blog sad stories and personal falls that in directon are brought to tears- brought to pen, brought to paper, to blog. I...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Thu, 14 Sep 2006 12:34:00 PST |
Stop and breath for a minute.. |
-Then you pause-And in that split second you can see your world come crashing all around you all that you are, you can see it mimicking the swells of salty tears that are falling down your face,...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 06:24:00 PST |
The Greatest Disaster |
It is fair to say I've begun to develop a tolerance for disappointment- for small sad tradgedies and personal unsettling disasters- people I love, I've lost. places to be remembere...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 11:43:00 PST |
And there was a man from brazil.. |
Your Shoulders Hold Up The World
A time comes when we no longer can say: my God. A time of total cleaning up. A time when we no longer can say: my love. Because...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 10:49:00 PST |
ow. papercut. |
You, my wasted love. are no more than a papercut in the eyes of a writer. and i, being the author of this seemingly harsh yet only momentarily painful.. that is exactly how i will view your impact upo...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Thu, 06 Apr 2006 10:29:00 PST |
my name is sabrina, whats yours? |
Living up to your name is a blinded passion for once you have, you have named your soul. I feel pity for those who have no name of their own for should they have the smallest idea of what defining "yo...
Posted by Miss Sabrina Mesina on Mon, 07 Nov 2005 11:08:00 PST |
