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Ok kid's. I am going to post my poems. Please don't laugh at me .. please. But I am only posting the good ones , Ok?
"Second Chances" 070904
Breathe for my baby , I'm so weak. I'm about due for a breakdow , I'm shaking. I've got it you know I've got it , these britle bones. My anatomy is fucked 'cause I always gotta screw up. Like a ship at the bottom of the Atlantic I'm A Wreck. A granted wish for a broken heart and a bloody wrist. Such a sucker for second chances.
( stupid mother fucking Ian Hanlon broke my heart , well on the bright side he makes me write semi decent poems .. <|3 )
"Girl Charged As Teen Die's In Car Chase"
And you were gone like leaves blown away from a cold autumns breeze. Gone , gone with the wind. Sometime's it still hasn't hit me. Funny the way the world works , how Life can pick and choose and without knowing it can , SUCK THE LIGHT RIGHT OUT OF THE WORLD! Or atleast a small town like this.
( Jessica Pixie Strawberri Martinez , my girl RIP<3 ; Cherri(Cheryl) Strawberri(Jess) and Blueberri(Me))
"untitled"
Just four words and one sentence can tear you apart. And eat you alive. So these are the consequences for letting someone in your heart. I really hope this is a nightmare. Everyday seems like another disaster. And the stars have given up on me. Some times, sometimes, you feel like breaking down. And falling down and theres no one there to catch you.
"Good Times Are For Always"
Your smile is so warm. It’s like the sun. I love how you look, smart and inculcating. I love how when we pass you look at me right at me and smile. I love your smile. I just want to spend the day with you by your side. Learning about your likes and dislikes. Do you sleep with that smile on your face? I like to think about you. Do you think about me? If you do, do you like it? I like you do you like me? We could be great you and I, we could have good times. Good times, because good times are for always.
*Untitled*
Another empty atmosphere beside me. Another lonely midnight sky. Hours challenge the minutes that race the seconds to watch me waste in wishful thoughts. Beings a romantics bad being thinkers worse being a dreamer hurts. And im all three. I am unpretty, honest, but I hate that I refuse to be anyone but me. Books on my desk, notebooks, pens and pencils and ballpoint pens. Postcards the closest place to Hollywood i'll ever get. Glasses to shield my eyes, deep brown and starry in the sun you’ll see the rainbow. My Brown Eyes.
09O104 --
I dont know exactly when I fell flat on my face --
For you.
But I know that you’re the only one who could make me fall that hard without shedding blood in a puddle of tears. I dont know exactly what you do to make me love you so goddamn much. I dont know what you said or how you said it to make me feel like this, boy you’ve got me shaking'. Still when you’re not around I dont know exactly how I keep my head up when you’re not there to hold my hand But I know im not with you but still somehow I’ve got hope, your what keeps me going. I can’t get you out of my head.
*Social Standing*
Was I not nice enough to you?
Did I not love you enough?
Did I not keep all your secrets?
I believe I did.
Was my shirt now low enough?
Were my pants not tight enough?
I’d really like to know.
We were something great, you and I.
But the influence of all your friends.
I gave you all of me, just to sink back down.
Yeah we were something great all right.
But the rumors you believed, and my trust
in which you deceived. The answer is MYSOCiALSTANDiNG
our breaking was not about 'us' or my feelings it was about you and your reputation, and where you stood socially. Everyone makes mistakes, I didn’t know you were so pretentious.
--090104
well yeah that's all that I can find right now.. i'll post more I have about 60 something in all but I won't put all of them .. ♥