Floating |
So, I've been diagnosed with a mood disorder (who'd of thunk it) that is linked to depression and they put me on happy pills. I will admit i was alittle 'iffy' on this because ive always been moody, i...
Posted by on Thu, 21 May 2009 14:43:00 GMT |
Inside-Out-Soul |
I've been travelin'on this road to longJust trying to findmy way back homeThe old meis dead and goneCouldn't of said it better myself.I've changed my phone number, ended most contact with everyone I k...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Apr 2009 15:25:00 GMT |
January 14th 2009 |
January 14th.... will be one year since Reyna left this Earth. I can remember it like it was yesterday.We had alot of snow that morning, my dad drove me to work because i didn't have insurance on my...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Jan 2009 11:15:00 GMT |
cup of tea |
driving home from wrork the radio blaring window down skin dancing in th sun, a mini cooper in front of me with a licence plate that said cup of tea caught my attention. made me think about the day an...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 20:37:00 GMT |
Numb |
I look at my life an its like where is this going? not knowing the answer scares the hell out of me... I want my best friend back so bad, ive never hurt like this before, not all the time, people ke...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 18:15:00 GMT |
Put a bullet to my heart |
Happiness? Dont make me laugh!She had an earthquake on her mindapparently the kind that would bury us aliveby putting all this weight on us foreverI smile to save u the trouble of asking if everythin...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Jan 2008 20:16:00 GMT |
This is the story if a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world.... |
As she laid there, getting lost in the stars, she started to forget how the grass made her itchy and how the dew was making her clothes wet. She started to forget her worries, that ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 04:57:00 GMT |
bored |
I left a hot breath heart print on his window, for him to remember me by. I guess he wont, since he sold that truck we spent all those nights in just talking and singing with the radio. His friends sa...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jan 2007 08:14:00 GMT |
I always bring a knife to a fist fight |
Life is like a fist fight, you roll with the punches, get knocked down and find your strength to get back up only to be knocked right back on your ass. You still get up again, and again. What hap...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 17:49:00 GMT |
One More Day |
I use to write all the time, and i gave it up but this is my re-attempt.
Cancer. I saw in that mans eyes. The shadow of where his smile use to be, his chest hollow of happiness. I saw it, brea...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 18:09:00 GMT |
