i heard this outstanding song yesterday and it reminded me of something or someone. but i cant remember who sung it or how it went. but i remember saying "OH THATS PERFECT!"

I feel like poetry.
No one understands.
Few choose to attempt.
Forged from the hands
of men. (of which I'm not exempt)
No rhyme. Some rhyme.
Depending on my mood.
The shining glance from time
burns negative attitude.
Who can stop me?
No one but the Pen.
The utensil used to create me
now quietly asks "When?"
The page is turned
as my back is now.
The lesson's ( Read more... )

whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel
like i am home again whnever i'm alone with
you you make me feel like i am whole again

whenever i'm alone with you you make me feel
like i am young again whenever i'm alone with
you you make me feel like i am fun again

however far away i will always love you however
long i stay i will always love you whatever
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i wasnt aware that people were so... i dont know.

haha. anywho, im leaving for 3 days and coming back tuesday or wednesday. here for 6-7 days til the brand new show, then going back to my dads house. so next week from wednesday to friday im aailable. do something w/ me.

dang it.

um...

if i passed you
in the hall,
you most certainly
would not know
me, for it is
a previously
unchartered location.

so i've been in a more poetry-writing mindset.

sorry.

what is done?
what is not?
what is needed?
not i.
you should compete.
you should try.
you should give.
not i.
he should live.
he should fight.
he should stand.
not i.
she should smile.
she should win.
she should embrace.
not i.
you should.
he should.
she should.
not i.

darkness drips around corners
and into faces with open lips.
lost. drifting. unspecifically traveling
into foreign presence like a dozen merchant ships.

clocks fall up, and are mugged
by an old-fashioned thief.
pointing and prodding it's victim
until slowly, hands fall like an autumn leaf.

slowly until dawn. rise again at noon.
the light sprays, though, ( Read more... )

grass. grow.
cut. grow.
rain. grow.
the star is pressed
to the rock. stressed.
the storm brings a silver crest.
motion in breeze
is brought with ease.
another nations sneeze.
the asphalt under my feet:
scorched by the only heat
obviously strong enough to compete.
wood. crack.
bring it back
to the point of attack.
the same recurring events
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Saturday morning. ASHLEY LAUREN GREBE'S 17TH BIRTHDAY!! We walked off the plane, and into 50 degree wether with smiles on our faces and bags under our eyes. It was Ezeiza INternational Airport in Argentina, South America. We had arrived. We piled onto a bus and everyone fell immediately asleep. Except for Ashley who thought it would be funny to ( Read more... )

lying makes me freakin' sick.