Well i have no clue what just came out of me oh well. Well i saw my friend mikey, melissa, step, and som other dude that i had never seen but he looked like a jackass so didn't bother to say hi. ha ha oh well. well hopefully mikey tara and some other people can get a ride out here so we all can hang out. party at my house oh yea oh yea oh yea. take that freshman that dont do anything with upper classman. yes every one i am a fish. "OH NO IT CAN'T BE HE'S A FISH!!!!" yes and i have probably the best friends in the world and most of them are upper classman, which isn't much to say since i only have 4 really good friend. Go mr.Anti-Social . man what am i gonna do when i move to the azores. Well heres a couple of poems to read for entertainment.
You know me for who i am I kinda guess that was the plan i'm regreting chances i didn't take you opened me like a peice of cake you know my secrets tha no one shoul ever know you can hear my thoughts you can see my plots you've seen my wounds you found my heart inside these barriers and when you did i took your hand then we made lift off to a new world
my imagination lost i feel like s**t im going to say what i feel even if im down in a pit the light is off im lost in the dark my mind has stopped as the gun has cocked you hear the bang you run in my room you see my body curled up in the dark with my eyes discolored and filkled with gloom you find a note upon my bed and this is what it said
while it rains outside i sit and cry i cant feel anymore i'm all sorts of sore sore of the body sore of the heart sore of the mind right from the start i know you dont care anymore yet i can never call you a whore this time its just to much people are using my life as a crutch now im tired of it all im just ready to fall but something is telling me no its saying just take it ang go is it suppoed to be a gift? my arms are just getting to damn stiff now it is time ******** its just one huge crime cant beleive its all gone oh well i guess ill just say so long cant beleive i had what i had now im just sad
This poem is not mine this is my good friend treys you also might know him as Atemesque the Drifter, but he is the author of this poem. (he actually wrote about me kinda weird but i like it)
He is a confused man, always dreaming of love He doesn't know below from above He is always confused about what to do Should he help himself, me, or maybe you He is a fun and crazy sort of chap But no one knows he feels like crap People only see his happy face When he is alone that side of him is in a different place Through all of these twisted turn of events , he is a really cool guy He can be Stewie, Freddy, Nick, Patches, or whoever but he is always wearing a face.
For all the people that dont know the last line all those names are all nick names for me between all my friends i have a diff. one for each person. well later people mrgreen
Mr. Anti-Social · Wed Jun 08, 2005 @ 04:37am · 0 Comments |