i miss people i shouldnt.
i miss things i shouldnt.
life goes on. things change.
but why cant I deal with it?
why do i miss people that i have only met 3 times?
why?
why do i miss that book that i can no longer find?
or times.
times that werent even that important?
but i miss them and wish i could relive them.
maybe there is an underlying reason why i miss certain things.
certain people
certain times.
but i will never know.
and i guess thats fine with me.
ps. i miss you.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
the kitty went under the fence.
his eyes are breath-taking.
his hair is perfect.
his laugh is addicting.
he is sweet.
he is simple.
he is honest.
i think this guy is a dream.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
two-faced.
my feet want to stomp with the energy in them. you give me a reason to smile and a reason to dream. but all that could be wrong is evident. i just want to be mean, because that would make things easier. ill be rude and obnoxious, and foul. but what can i do? you dont react. and there is nothing to criticize. im drowning, i teased an alligator with my foot, and now it has me. i know the outcome will be terrible. but you are so clever. you are so bold. the alligator teased me with a chance at something i wanted, something i want, something i have always wanted. drugs are addicting. smoking is addicting, alcohol is addicting. but the most addicting to me. is what you give me.
thank you, but i dont want any.
(i really do)
thank you, but i dont want any.
(i really do)
Friday, July 23, 2010
the same clay as my mug.
i dont know why i do this.
i cant explain what im looking for.
im bored.
but i drink water.
and thats the point.
thats all there is.
so here is to my heart, and everything that goes along with it.
ill hold on to you dearly until something magical happens
this i promise you.
Monday, July 19, 2010
shadows dont last forever
imagine the most perfect day. multiply it by ten. put it in the oven.
let it heat up. get all warm and fuzzy.
then put it in the garden and let the butterflies get in it.
let the wind push a nice sweet breeze on it.
then let it sit by the pool and be refreshed.
that day. that one perfect day.
i will wait for. and it will be worth every minute of waiting.
because its for you. you and i. and thats all that matters.
♥♥♥♥
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
my love my love f&m.
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just dont care"
but you've got the Love I need to see me through.
When food is gone your my daily meal
When friends are gone I know my saviour's Love is real
Your Love is real
you got the love
you got the love
you got the love
you got the love
you got the love
you got the love
Friday, July 16, 2010
this is it Brett:
amazingnesss;;
Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door
beause of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen----
Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kithcen door
beause of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen----
Sunday, July 11, 2010
MY FUN BLOG.
so, there is this guy, :) his name is brett and I really appreciate him.
enough said?
enough said?
hmm he wants people to come up to his house.. but.. we cant, and he cant come down here.
and he likes a very potter musical.
muahhahaha.
its great. he is amazing.
and i miss him lots.
okay?
that was fun.
one question
whats his favorite color?
RED
enough said?
enough said?
hmm he wants people to come up to his house.. but.. we cant, and he cant come down here.
and he likes a very potter musical.
muahhahaha.
its great. he is amazing.
and i miss him lots.
okay?
that was fun.
one question
whats his favorite color?
RED
Monday, July 5, 2010
ugugugugugugug
i think Pop-Eye's famous
sound wasnt
just any old sound.
i think it was
the sound
of all the butterflies
he got when he thought of Olive (:
Friday, July 2, 2010
grease 2 is a good movie.
my heart is so vulnerable right now, to the point of excuses. i have made excuses to not let myself like someone, or even love someone. but my heart did find someone. it did go pitter patter. and my mind cant stop thinking about his smile. or his eyes, or his hair or the way he likes me back. the way he says that he cant get enough of my smile. but i am soo afraid. and i cant really explain why. other than the fact that i just am. its like a rush of air in my stomach, i get this huge smile on my face. but i know that it could all be fake. and that there is no reason to have air in my stomach, since there is nothing to smile about.
where for art thou Romeo?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
butterflies.
you see, butterflies are very delicate, you could rip their wings simply with a tug of your fingers.
their wings flapping in the air, letting them fly around claiming nectar. they are very beautiful, they come in an array of magical colors, but often stick to tones of nature. Butterflies have a defense mechanism, their wings have decor that can let them camoflage with their surroundings. They are very facinating creatures they are. and i have got some in my stomach.
♥
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