sometimes I feel like I never want to write anything in my life again

This is a story about two people who built a house together. They came to love the home they had built, the paint was perfect the interior was nice but sometimes the walls squeeked. On one end of the house he had a room just for himself with a pool table and his computer and pictures of hot girls on beer posters up everywhere. On the other end ( Read more... )

he was in the clouds when the humidity rose...
no one breath you might dry the air.

She grew up in a Indiana town ( Read more... )

I opened this page and I was like time to write in livejournal but um thoughts arent coming so easy so I am gonna grab a random poem out of my folder of writing...arent you lucky ( Read more... )

I feel like I should explain what the last entry was totally about.  the subject of the entry kinda says it and im sure a few of u made the connection but here it is.  you know those 80's movies that were uber stereotypical and there was always some nerd or loser who like the hottest girl in the school.  Well im that kid...not down to the last ( Read more... )

I dont understand why you cant feel the same ( Read more... )

It's really sad that it got this way
And you dont seem to care
It's really bad with all I say
and how it gets me nowhere
I'm really mad I got like this
and how I think each day
So stupid to want your bliss
You dont wanna send any this way
Most of all its sad to say
I had to much hope
now it has to waste away

I have these feelings and I feel like I should let go but part of me holds on. These feelings just spawn hope...lots of dirty dirty hope. Now I dont care to much for hope but it gives me a sense of motion a senese of something to shoot for and somewhere to go. If I got rid of the hope I would just be living a weekly schedule day to day waiting ( Read more... )

another day another choice ( Read more... )