“Your close friend becomes your worst enemy. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Juice becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Remember when protection meant wearing a helmet? And the only drug you knew was cough medicine? When the only things that hurt you were skinned knees.? And when goodbye ……only meant until……… tomorrow. And we all just couldn’t wait to “grow up”. Let’s go back”
~Spencer Baugh
I hit 1,000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaaaannnd…… now I don’t care. *shruggs*
If you claim to love someone unconditionally, but then they seriously hurt you and you cease to love them, was it ever truly unconditional, or were you simply looking at the world through rose colored glasses and applying hyperbole to your feelings? Like I said, there’s nothing behind this, so don’t start asking about my love life (or lack there of), it’s just something that popped into my head.
Tis snowing!!!!! On Christmas Eve!!!!!! That NEVER happens here……. So COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My Christmas is made. Officially.
Take my hand,
Cause this is the end,
I can’t save me,
I can’t save you,
Look me in the eyes,
Cause we’re gonna’ die,
And I want you in my arms
When we do.
(CHORUS)
Shipwrecked,
We’re gonna’ drown,
The water is rising,
This ship’s going down.
Nothing can save us,
So we’ll say “goodbye”
To life, friends, and family,
But not you and I.
Love will go on,
Death stands no chance,
We’ve already won,
Darling, let’s dance.
They’ll find us together,
With you in my arms,
And know that our love
Was endlessly strong.
(CHORUS)
Kiss me once more,
So the last thing I know,
Is the warmth of your touch,
The taste of your kiss.
Darling don’t cry,
Brighten your eyes,
So I’ll remember the smile
That plays on your lips.
(CHORUS)
(INSTRUMENTAL?)
Our lungs fill with water,
Everything’s over.
We sleep one last time
In the arms of our lover.
We fly into the sunset,
On the wings of faith and love,
and hope that Heaven’s really there,
To greet us when we come.
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Perhapse a tad too Titanic-ish, but that was not intentional. Needs some rewording, but I like it.
If I hear one more person call it Turkey Day or anything related to it, I’m shoving my none to low cursing policy out the window and letting them have it. Turkey my foot.
(Happy Thanksgiving. ^_^ )
Simple things can be so hard.
They can make who you will be,
Or destroy who you are,
Make it easy to love you,
Or run off your friends,
Lead you through life,
Or bring you your end.
Look before you leap.
Listen before you speak.
Stop before you go.
Think before you “know.”
~Me.
I said new, but I said nothing about it being any good.
I’M DYING AND YOU’RE CLUELESS…
I watch as you hold her time after time
Before you finally notice my staring eyes.
You looks so confused as I wipe away tears,
You just don’t realize that this was my fear.
You have her, you love her, you don’t need me.
My suspicions of “us” were all in my dreams.
And as you wave at me and I return it to you
I’m dying inside and you don’t have a clue.
So you smile as I accept your embrace
And I can’t help but wonder how your kiss would taste.
But I’ll never know cause you’ll never share
These feelings for you I unwillingly bare.
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NAMELESS
Poetry and love are far more alike
Than most people notice in everyday life.
The ink flows from my pin as the blood from my heart
And I’ll likely tear this up, like you tore out my heart.
And if I set it ablaze, then it’ll burn like my cheeks
When I see you at church three times a week.
This poem really sucks, but hell, what’s new?
It didn’t come out right, but words never do.
One way or the other it’s not for your reading,
You’d just laugh at it, like you did at my feelings.
May I repeat myself,
I highly dislike the male side of our species with an intense, burning passion. Except for Ian, Adam, and Dustin. And Cody is good too. He keeps asking me for a hit list. hehe… I just might give it to him….
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