okay so new theorys written and old ones lost forgetting the old and in with the neew with theses exceptions of what i thought was lost but now is foind in a way is new i suppose..
let us all forget
what we said yesterday
with flying bumble bees
and my mother crying
because i am
walking on my hands
in the wrong direction
somehting she will always
hate herself for,
never believeing the truth
of yesterday
and the lies to come
because it hurts her baby
in the long run
if it took 14 hours to sleep
and 2 days to wake
i would get farther than
any other person possible
it makes me happy
to know this
in time i will forget
my beautiful free writing poetry
and the idea of true art
perhaps after i am put in socks..
at least that is what i am hoping
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
:):(:):(:):(:):( ups and downs.
moving.
far from my real 2nd home.
only thing i could ever call home since my first.
supposedly best friend does not care.
o well.
he is going to call me.
happy dance in my room.
thrift shopping and bought two new shirts,
a belt...
at DEBS a coat.
needed for michigan weather.
arg. mateys.
you are a pirate.
IMA Robot.
far from my real 2nd home.
only thing i could ever call home since my first.
supposedly best friend does not care.
o well.
he is going to call me.
happy dance in my room.
thrift shopping and bought two new shirts,
a belt...
at DEBS a coat.
needed for michigan weather.
arg. mateys.
you are a pirate.
IMA Robot.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
sweet life in the end i hope.
today is sad.
the end.
for everything.
kenny.
rob.
kelsey.
matt.
rebecca.
maggi.
emma.
joe.
sad.
no names included.
especially not myself.
the end.
for everything.
kenny.
rob.
kelsey.
matt.
rebecca.
maggi.
emma.
joe.
sad.
no names included.
especially not myself.
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