Today feels like any other
It's getting warmer out now
The Spring is approaching it seems
Supposing the weather keeps up
Thinking of people missed, loved ones
My true love, he's arriving soon
Spring Break he said, hopefully
Wishing, and hoping it's true
Listening to our music, waiting
Patiently awaiting his return
A few more weeks, it feels an eternity
Today feels like any other
Spring is in the Air
a broken friendship by Blue-eyed-angel9, literature
Literature
a broken friendship
sitting in the classroom
waiting for the time to change
nothing really happening
wishing you were here with me
friends come and go
you were always there
and now your to far away
i was hoping to see you
when i traveled very far
and when i couldn't find you
i traveled back home in the car
it was impossible to see you
it wasn't destiny i guess
i think it was better if it
was just a relationship we can
never really see each other anymore
it just wont happen, we're too far away
i think that it's just best if we fall apart...
today was, wow
unexpected, wondering, hoping
thinking, dreaming.
you knew I wanted it, but
i didn't expect you to do it so soon
i thought she was wrong, but
your all the same.... guys
This class, the one i always,
almost always, seem to pass,
the one thats so lame,
the one where we do nothing.
This class, it's always so boring.
Nobody talks, no person does work,
we all sit on our chairs, and do nothing.
This is the way we work, by doing nothing
In this class, we don't pay attention.
If we do, we're forced to, and we're
really REALLY bored, of course.
This class, so empty, so pointless.
Yet, we still go as if our life needs it,
as if the life is our own to create it.
And of course, we use it, to bring out
what teachers call, CRAP!
And what we call... Creative
a dedication to my mother by Blue-eyed-angel9, literature
Literature
a dedication to my mother
All the little things are going right
all the small thing seem okay
but the big picture of things,
everything is going away
my parents seem on my back
its all the time every moment
its to bad one of them may die
i hope it okay for me to cry
right here right now, im in class
ready to just break down
almost there, almost on the ground
i wish she was here right now
you know the one whos dieing?
my mom in the hospital, again
for the past year in and out,
in and out always hoping
i thought everything was alright
it seemed that way until now
you know i love you mother
i just hope it isn't your time
love is a powerfull word,
A poem that see's an end
really will it end?
or will you think about it?
is it often you think about it?
the end i mean? not the poem
the poem may be there,
but the end must be powerfull
it must be the strongest,
just like in battle,
it will end, but it must stay strong
you know it will come to an end
you will think about the poem,
but you will remember the end
The date, unknown, the place, also unknown. The time i spent here has been worth while, last time I knew the date it was June, it is now the winter months, well just getting over them, so im guessing it february. I had lost track of time but not heart or mind, you see it was the institute of mentally challanged people. My friends and family sent me here because they thought i myself was handicaped, i didn';t believe it so one day on a camping trip I ran off and i guess no one really looked hard enough to find me, i was right behind some bushes by the campsite. I traveled to the north for about a week but only got deeper into the fores
its not fair you see,
when your all alone in the dark,
when not knowing whats around the corner,
on those dark dreary nights,
its all alone you stay,
beyond the walkway, nofamily, friends, or even foes
just you all alone.
Once, long ago there were two children, they grew up together, they were best friends. They had each other to hold on to and held dearly their friendship. They never knew how hard it could really be to keep it to themselves they loved each other. They were now teenagers, still the best of friends and dating other people, still it didn't seem right to them they weren't together, yet they still did not know what the other felt. They moved on in life splitting apart as most friends do, but they never forgot each other. Every day the broken couple thought about each other and how their life had turned out.
The women, named Alita we
Once, long ago there were two children, they grew up together, they were best friends. They had each other to hold on to and held dearly their friendship. They never knew how hard it could really be to keep it to themselves they loved each other. They were now teenagers, still the best of friends and dating other people, still it didn't seem right to them they weren't together, yet they still did not know what the other felt. They moved on in life splitting apart as most friends do, but they never forgot each other. Every day the broken couple thought about each other and how their life had turned out.
The women, named Alita we
its not fair you see,
when your all alone in the dark,
when not knowing whats around the corner,
on those dark dreary nights,
its all alone you stay,
beyond the walkway, nofamily, friends, or even foes
just you all alone.
The date, unknown, the place, also unknown. The time i spent here has been worth while, last time I knew the date it was June, it is now the winter months, well just getting over them, so im guessing it february. I had lost track of time but not heart or mind, you see it was the institute of mentally challanged people. My friends and family sent me here because they thought i myself was handicaped, i didn';t believe it so one day on a camping trip I ran off and i guess no one really looked hard enough to find me, i was right behind some bushes by the campsite. I traveled to the north for about a week but only got deeper into the fores
A poem that see's an end
really will it end?
or will you think about it?
is it often you think about it?
the end i mean? not the poem
the poem may be there,
but the end must be powerfull
it must be the strongest,
just like in battle,
it will end, but it must stay strong
you know it will come to an end
you will think about the poem,
but you will remember the end
a dedication to my mother by Blue-eyed-angel9, literature
Literature
a dedication to my mother
All the little things are going right
all the small thing seem okay
but the big picture of things,
everything is going away
my parents seem on my back
its all the time every moment
its to bad one of them may die
i hope it okay for me to cry
right here right now, im in class
ready to just break down
almost there, almost on the ground
i wish she was here right now
you know the one whos dieing?
my mom in the hospital, again
for the past year in and out,
in and out always hoping
i thought everything was alright
it seemed that way until now
you know i love you mother
i just hope it isn't your time
love is a powerfull word,
This class, the one i always,
almost always, seem to pass,
the one thats so lame,
the one where we do nothing.
This class, it's always so boring.
Nobody talks, no person does work,
we all sit on our chairs, and do nothing.
This is the way we work, by doing nothing
In this class, we don't pay attention.
If we do, we're forced to, and we're
really REALLY bored, of course.
This class, so empty, so pointless.
Yet, we still go as if our life needs it,
as if the life is our own to create it.
And of course, we use it, to bring out
what teachers call, CRAP!
And what we call... Creative
today was, wow
unexpected, wondering, hoping
thinking, dreaming.
you knew I wanted it, but
i didn't expect you to do it so soon
i thought she was wrong, but
your all the same.... guys
a broken friendship by Blue-eyed-angel9, literature
Literature
a broken friendship
sitting in the classroom
waiting for the time to change
nothing really happening
wishing you were here with me
friends come and go
you were always there
and now your to far away
i was hoping to see you
when i traveled very far
and when i couldn't find you
i traveled back home in the car
it was impossible to see you
it wasn't destiny i guess
i think it was better if it
was just a relationship we can
never really see each other anymore
it just wont happen, we're too far away
i think that it's just best if we fall apart...
Today feels like any other
It's getting warmer out now
The Spring is approaching it seems
Supposing the weather keeps up
Thinking of people missed, loved ones
My true love, he's arriving soon
Spring Break he said, hopefully
Wishing, and hoping it's true
Listening to our music, waiting
Patiently awaiting his return
A few more weeks, it feels an eternity
Today feels like any other
Spring is in the Air
Favourite genre of music: Hard Rock, SOME rap, and whatever else may come along, except for most country... in small amounts Favourite photographer: Bambi Favourite style of art: Photography Favourite cartoon character: Inuyasha Personal Quote: my likes are printed above jeeze
Favourite Visual Artist
Sepia
Favourite Movies
White Oleander and Girl Interupted
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Disturbed, Infected Mushrooms, Chris Brown and T-pain, Flow Rida
Favourite Writers
ChezzyBear
Favourite Games
dance dance revolution
Tools of the Trade
Giutar, Voice, Camera
Other Interests
have changed due to a certain town... now i like one guy, love to walk, love my friends... and meh.
I was thinking on a picnic table near the washrooms in the park and not only was I thinking about my life, but the way I have arranged it. I twisted my everlasting loved ones and tore out there hearts by leaving my house. I knew it would happen one day all my dad and I did was argue and fight. He was an alcoholic and I was his little girl, his angel. I knew I wasn’t being treated fairly in that house I want to be an equal to my brother who is only one year older than myself. He still lives at home, he already tried moving out on his own and figured he wasn’t ready. I was and I wanted to get away from all the fighting and pain
thank you ^_^ that means a lot i haven't been able to get to a computer in a while so sorry if you were wanting to read more but i have not enough time on my hands at the moment