She's not just a poet;

[In the corner of your room you've stock-piled millions of my memories]

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 02:35:11 GMT

Why do we stop?
When we know we should keep going.
The doubts in our minds
Consistantly flowing.
And we fall
Into categories,
And we play our lives like we read the stories.

Standards take us away,
We just conform without protest.
I'd walk naked any day,
Than be forced into wearing a worn out dress.

No degree could determine to what degree I am happy,
No job could pay enough to work itself into me.

You Know

Wed, 08 Nov 2006 02:15:06 GMT

You Know It's Too Much When You Find Yourself Doubled Over Not Knowing Where To Go Next, Who To Trust And If Tomorrow Will Really Be Worth It. You Know It's Too Much When The Heated Tears Just Rolls Down Your Cheeks But You Can't Feel A Thing. You Know It's Too Much When All You Want To Do Is Change Everything But You Can't Because Already Too Much Is Changing. You Know It's Too Much When You Can't Find It In You To Give A Damn And There's Nothing Outside Of You That DOES Give A Damn. You Know It's Too Much When You Can Type These Words Knowing You Feel Dead And Knowing Tomorrow You Will Have TO Smile And Pretend Like Nothing Ever Happened.

Too Many People Leave For Too Many Reasons. Trust? I Can Hardly Find It In Myself To Even Trust God.

Shake that ass hollywood

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 02:52:03 GMT

I'm sick. I'm tired. I just want to go to sleep. And I can't.

I'm in a pretty bad mood.
Few things could cheer me up right about now.
But I'm not going to call.
I'm just going to go find a corner
And read
Until
I
Pass
Out.

Plan.

♥Friends♥Only♥

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 00:26:29 GMT