Dreamers |
What do dreamers do when there are no more dreams?
When the wind blows cold and hard?
When night has come and it's darker than it seems?
When light is lost and the road is barred?
Do dreamers carry bl...
Posted by April on Mon, 02 Oct 2006 01:59:00 PST |
Rant-ish |
Do you know what? Being on MySpace kinda feeds into my already blossoming feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness. Viewing all these profiles of seemingly successful, popular, and talented people mak...
Posted by April on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 04:41:00 PST |
5 minute poem |
Just written in the last 5 minutes or so. Ha! What fun!
There is no reason why I hold fast to my dreams,
I am simply seeking respite from their eternal screams,
They wail a...
Posted by April on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 04:21:00 PST |
errrrrrrr |
In this life, Isabelle was invisible. As she wandered down the sidewalk, strangers walked around her as if she were nothing more than a wad of gum that should be avoided from getti...
Posted by April on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 02:51:00 PST |
Look here! |
Made ya look! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Yes,I have nothing better to do than waste time making up meaningless and stupid blogs when my son has gone to bed. I am the parent of a 1...
Posted by April on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:00:00 PST |
hmmmmmmmmmm |
dadoodoodoo dadadada that's all i want to say to you.....
Posted by April on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 12:54:00 PST |
helloooooooo? |
blah blah blah blah. not that you are paying attention to what you are reading anyway. lalala. i havent got anything better to doooooooooo. this is my legacy to the world. peach fuzz. god, i'm so bore...
Posted by April on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 04:55:00 PST |
bored |
Can you post a comment on you own myspace page? Cuz I would like to. I am bored, bored, bored. Oh, and a little lonely. ~sniff, sniff~ Poor me.
Posted by April on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 10:29:00 PST |
Saw her in the supermarket... |
Yesterday, my husband, son and I were doing our shopping at the local supermarket. In a daze as we wandered down the baked good aisle in search of bread, I spotted the woman in question. She look...
Posted by April on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 01:53:00 PST |
And one more |
She dances barefoot in the moonlit garden
White dress clings to her damp body
Her laughter is carried on the wind
A wolf howls
An addict, she waits for him to come
He'll taste the sweetness of her cri...
Posted by April on Sun, 19 Feb 2006 08:12:00 PST |
