Simple vs real! |
Simple vs Real
Anyone can stand by you when you are right, but a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong...
A simple friend identifies himself when he calls. A real friend doesn't ha...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 04:10:00 PST |
90z kid!!! gotta read it!!! |
90z ANYBODY UNDER THE AGE OF 13 SHOULD NOT RE-POST THIS.JUST CAUSE YOU WERE BORN IN '93' OR '94' DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE A 90s KID.IT'S NOT LIKE YOU COULD REMEMBER SOME OF THE ORIGINAL SIMPSONS. YOU KN...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 02:13:00 PST |
Story on my wrists |
noone seems to understand this pain,
theres nothing left to lose or gain.
So i'll write a novel on my wrists,
to tell a story noone forgets.
I'm the author, and i'll sign it - "by me"
Encourged by you...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 05:01:00 PST |
A shattered angel with shredded wings |
A shattered angel,
with shredded wings.
Finding out how
her death begins.
Bloody tear drops
falling down
Screaming inside
her mouth - no sound
pleading sorrows
drowning soul
nothing ...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:44:00 PST |
Blood red |
The blood flows upon,
my cut and broken skin.
From a river of veins,
pulsing from within.
Like roses so red,
their petals so soft.
Giving me comfort,
when i feel helpless and lost.
My kn...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:36:00 PST |
Garden of shadows |
Welcome.Come on inTo my garden of shadowsSee what grows withinBlack rosesAs far as the eye can seeTwisting vinesWrapped around the treesStone edge wallsSo tall and highVictims of the pastCan you hear ...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:19:00 PST |
Abortion |
6 weeks old today mummy,
a birthday gift for me.
A pair of big blue eyes,
through one day i will see.
Where are we going mummy?
with the rain splashing down.
when it hits the sidewalk,
it makes a fun...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 05:33:00 PST |
r u a real mate or fake?? |
FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/MrsREAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOMFAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell ...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 05:54:00 PST |
my poem from lauren!!! |
This is a poem for my beloved bamboo,
shes really fit but smells of poo.
Her pink tracksuit makes me wet,
i wanna sex that fucking sket.
I love you bamboo with all my heart,
i get so excited i wanna f...
Posted by ..Ä..Bamboo..Ä.. on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 03:56:00 PST |
