gentlemen please |
when did the art of wooing a girl stop?
to give her a rose every day, not saying who its from, then one day he brings in 2 dozen white and red roses, all dressed up and she knows its righ...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 04:15:00 GMT |
to my Kaileigh |
to the first day of mrs forbes class
to wearing the wale suit for our birthdays
to the first birthday PRATY!!!
to puting on party hat on our 'boobs'
to spears, cristiena, N'synk, and backstreet boys
t...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Oct 2008 00:43:00 GMT |
rant after the cows came home |
can you tell some one thier stupid,and have them really listen?
can you have a happy life without a person fuck it up for you?
can you give with out some one takeing more?
can you turn around with out...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:06:00 GMT |
the life of a UIT horror |
wow, what a day. ill tell ya. went to work at 11:50 monday night. im working away early early tuesday morning. and alarams are more than ever. i think is wierd, but it slows down around 3 am. th...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 07:03:00 GMT |
my night |
shit, it 11pm, great time to get up,
get food ready for the night ahead,
put my hair up nicely.
12, GREAT, work.
here we go, where i messure my life by times that people open there stores,
or when the...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 05:56:00 GMT |
painting one beat at a time |
our hearts get broken
our hearts mend
our hearts bleed
our hearts beat
our hearts forgive
our hearts forget
our hearts remeber
our hearts love
our hearts hate
our hearts hurt
our hearts think
our hear...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
not a night owls life |
as i watch the sky touch the night away and bring in light.
magic starts to happen,
slowly the birds start to sing us awake
church bells echo in our soft mind
eyelids quake with awarness
every face gl...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 07:37:00 GMT |
those sounds |
tink,plop,splash,
tink,plop,splash.
cant hear any other sound
it echo in my head.
nothing other than this crule repeat
softly at the start of the race
they much pace themselfs
for the wave is not to c...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
Hear me. ( writen awhile ago.) |
I am the only one that can hear my voice Can you tell me why that is Does it mean that I am not wanted Do I stop where I am and yell Or do you want me to crawl in to a cave and die I want to hear...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 16:21:00 GMT |
i sing to thee |
as i sit at the edge of the rolling hillsi sing to theea tune so sweet to theesweeter than your lips wet with hunny teaas i sit at the break of the oceani sing to theewith verses to truetrue as ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Dec 2007 11:16:00 GMT |
