a face reflective of nothing attainable ( Read more... )

i found a scrap of paper in my backpack: crumpled, torn, ignored. on it was a poem i wrote. i guess i didnt like it when i wrote it, but i do now. so its being re-recorded ( Read more... )

i wanted to be a rebel,
so i did some
drugs
and pierced
my nipples.
i turned around, and found.
so did you.

with eyes so deep, yet limited in vision ( Read more... )

i remember my red bike, it was for boys and girls with the pink ones did not like me ( Read more... )

i dont know much ( Read more... )

you could give me so much,
but love will never be enough,
because you tought me so much
and brought me so far,
i know you understand
i know you felt like me before because you know were all young.

were all young at heart, you taught me so much and brought me so far. i know you understand, i know you felt like me before, because you know we are all young at heart.

i love writing this shit, even though i know perfectly well absolutely no one reads it. its like something, i will never destroy and something which will therefore be here for ever. i can look at it whenever, years down the road,....it does not change, unlike myself ( Read more... )

so how long has it been? i cant even remember. i love college. but then again i miss high school so bad. i dont even really know why or even how i miss it i didnt really have many friends. it must have been the fact that i didnt really have to do acctual work to pass the classes. w/e