WHERE DO I LIVE? YOU TELL ME... |
well as much as im never on myspace and i hate it, here i am again on my kneez bellowing down to its infectious and quite ridiculous ways. actually i need help. from those who are reading this ((you))...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 05:16:00 PST |
BEFORE I FORGET... |
AND ANOTHER THING......DESPITE ALL THE THINGS/PEOPLE THAT HAVE LET ME DOWN AND MADE MY LIFE MISERABLE I WANT TO THANK YOU MOST. YOU HAVE PUSHED ME SO HARD AND I ALWAYS PUSHED BACK...WELL I KNOW NOW TH...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Sat, 20 May 2006 02:46:00 PST |
MY TRUE FRIENDS....ARE YOU ONE? |
hI EVERYONE SINCE ALL THESE REALIZATIONS AND STUFF THAT I HAVE BEEN HAVING LATELY VIA THE BLOG I WROTE LAST NIGHT NOW THAT U KNOW WHO ARE THE PEOPLE I CARE ABOUT LET ME TELL YOU WHO MOST OF ALL....
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Sat, 20 May 2006 02:39:00 PST |
PRETTY GOOD NOW THAT I REALIZED WHOS IMPORTANT |
WELL HELLO IM SITTING AT MY COMPUTER AT 9:55 PM AND EVERYONE THAT I DIDNT CONSIDER A FRIEND JUST GOT DELETED AND I FEEL AWESOME. I HOPE THEY ALL FALL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH TO LOWER THE POPULATION ...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Sat, 20 May 2006 10:00:00 PST |
fucked up bliterkapated |
all these times that reveal the true side of me. does that make sence ? the true side of me is the fake part of me? the truth is the lies. all that remains is all that reveals. to bee seen is to be be...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 12:58:00 PST |
poem..by my bestest friend(tahlia):the razor that understands |
the blood rushes down my handfrom a razor that understandsit always knows how to make it the pain go awaywith only scares to stayeven when i try and refuse it calls out to meit sees the depression tha...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 07:13:00 PST |
poem: alone |
Here i sit
in silence
dark as a shadow
alone
life has no
pleasure
just anguish and revenge
kill to live
nothing more
here i sit
in silence
dark as a shadow
i cry
alone...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 10:17:00 PST |
poem : meant to stay alive |
i meant to stay alive today
but the depression was too much
every moment got more intence
with each and every touch
a box of sharp objects
my one and only savior
the taste of death is bitter sweet
and...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 10:08:00 PST |
poem: be my bloody corpse |
will you be my bloody corpse
to hang upon my wall?
i promise to hang you up reall nice
so that you'd never fall
i'd put your eyes in a jar
with all your fingers and toes
and silly me how'd i forget
ab...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 09:39:00 PST |
poem: a death at midnight |
A boy, scared and alone
looking around and nobodys home
filled with nothing but anger and pain
except when the razor pierces his vein
he wants someone to listen someone who cares
but instead they trea...
Posted by Peanut Butter Fiesta on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 10:04:00 PST |
