Youth of the nation ( Read more... )

Youth of the nation, generation X, but that's not my identity, that's not me. You say I have no dreams, no direction in this life, no where to go, no hope at all. My music's too loud, my art is trash, you know me for my four letter words. I'm disrespectful, unworthy of your time. So tell me how it is you know me? Did you read my autobiography? Cuz ( Read more... )

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Dear Maggie ( Read more... )

It's sad when you fall in love with someone who will never actually be interested in you. It's even worse when you can't work up the nerve to tell them that you've fallen completely head over heels for them. I just want to be close to them, to feel their arms around me, hear their voice telling me that everything will be okay. Even though I'm only ( Read more... )

Yup, that's right, normal is a bad thing if taken too far. There are those that would claim there's no such thing as normal and beg to differ. We all have our own ideas of what normal is, therefore, normal is defined within ourselves. We make up the boundaries of normal and decide that it's not us and never will be. In all actuality there is no ( Read more... )

I've been reading "Rachel's Tears", the book about Rachel Scott, one of the girls that was killed for her faith at Columbine. In reading the book, I've become deeply saddened by the way the killers must have felt. I can't imagine the kind of pain that must be inflicted upon someone to push them to such extreme measures. How sad that no one could ( Read more... )

I don't really know how I feel, but I do. If that makes any kind of sense. I feel like I want to do everything and nothing all at once. There are so many things I probably should be doing and I'm just not. Of course, I'm completely enjoying not doing a thing. It's nice to sit around in your pajamas all day and do laundry and write poetry. Hmmm... ( Read more... )

My cheshire, fleeting desire smile puts you on edge as I dance on the wire for myself and time that stands still. Magick spins the stars and cover you and all that you are. Tap on the stops of what it could have been, but what about where you began? Did you forget I was standing here waiting for you with my yellow and green pary bags with random ( Read more... )