island |
God, why do you want me here?am i to drown here?i am wrought with troubles and dismay,for i am the island,and i am sinking into the ocean,it's my understanding that you have a plan,but, Lord, do i hav...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Nov 2008 07:27:00 GMT |
tired... beach was awesome... |
thanks to everyone who was part of it or wanted to be...
love you guys.
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 20:48:00 GMT |
A day... |
where every word seeps out, but they're never the right words,where every single thought in this infinitesimal mind comes out ever so numb and bland,no matter what is said, it won't bleed the way it s...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:16:00 GMT |
to be honest... |
i'm tired being bothered and being a bother. i just wanna be someone who you feel comfortable, maybe even joyful to be around. no matter who you are: whether you're the sweet old lady across the stre...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Jul 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
Thats how you zombie! |
Let's die here! in the middle of this town.Bullets flying, shells are burning in these creatures on the ground,I feel... their cold breath on my neck!Their teeth are gnawing at my flesh, just dying to...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 00:29:00 GMT |
He really love you. |
so, i’ve been writing these blogs for a while, and i always want my blogs to be about something deep and really meaningful... sometimes they are, sometimes, like my most recent one, they’r...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Mar 2008 22:48:00 GMT |
for there are many young ladies, but shes got my all and all... |
there are things about myself i'll never understand...
you're right there! i mean... you're a phone call, even a short drive away.
it's not like i know you well enough to say i'm in love,
but i can sa...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:03:00 GMT |
it's such a shame... |
what a horrible thing a heart is to waste,
and what a shame it is for it to be abandon.
how i hope one day we may all keep each others in tact;
for that day will be a joyous one indeed.
yet how s...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 00:58:00 GMT |
wont be named... |
He's a big ole boy with a heart of gold,
but you tore it to shreds and those shreds you sold,
for your designer drugs and plastic masks.
You're so close to real if anyone asks.
Oh, and how you look fo...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 21:54:00 GMT |
