I've written some poetry. I suppose it is kinda decent. I recently turned twenty and feel no particular difference. I have a new guilty pleasure; Jerry Springer. It's horrible, I know but I enjoy watching people who are more disfunctional than the people I know. It makes me feel better about myself. I don't know what to do about this poetry, ( Read more... )

can't sleep. can't sleep. can't sleep. can't sleep. so here, read this ( Read more... )

o god, i am not like you
in your vacuous black,
stars stuck all over,
bright stupid confetti
eternity bores me,
i never wanted it.
-- sylvia plath

i need designated readers for my writing. will someone help me out?

there is a boy, who showed me this poem ( Read more... )

1) your myspace default picture makes you look like a terrorist, but that's cool because it's kinda cute in a killer panda way.

2) i'm wondering where friends of mine went; i'm not the only one hiding.

3) the police.

4) SUNY Purchase, let's try it.

5) hot pockets and rick ross.

i saw michael tonight and it was awesome. i wish i would have seen jess. tomorrow we go to new york; michael, ally, and i. it will be amazing. also, i have started forming a new character. dahlia. this is what i have for her thus far ( Read more... )

I've been sitting here for about twenty minutes with this page opened and minimized. Staring at the all white page with none of my writing on it was making me feel anxious, and the words never come that way. Even now, I think I'll have to stop and pause a few times. I'll keep a count and see where I'm at when I'm finished. So I've decided that ( Read more... )

i think they would call me a safe bet.

vacation.

beach time nigggggggga.

michael. michael. michael. michael. michael.

i miss miss miss miss miss miss MISS MISS MISS him ( Read more... )